With that, her sense of hearing stopped working. Her hand was gripping hard on the door handle as she leaned against the wall next to the door. Her other hand was covering her mouth, stymied the strangled gasp. Her body froze as she stared at the hallway.
So I'm just a mistress to him?
She trudged back to his room and sat on the bed, trying to assimilate what had just happened. The woman's words made her heart pitch down to her stomach. Nauseated at the fact that he had cheated on his fiancée with her, she grimaced as she wondered if there had been a more excruciating, incongruous experience in the history of her life. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she dashed to her luggage bag to grab her passport.
I can't stay here.
