Chapter 4

Three days later, Whitney was discharged, and Summer came to pick her up, but Henry was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Henry? When did he become such a heartless man? I remember how a chef once forgot that you were allergic to peanut butter and added some into your food. It nearly triggered your allergic reaction, and Henry dashed into the kitchen to beat up the chef…"

Whitney stopped her. "That's all in the past."

"Fine. I guess I should feel happy that you've let all of this go. Why don't I take you to Blue Jazz tonight to watch dancing male models as a reward?"

After handling the discharge procedures, they bumped into Lexie paying hospital bills. Summer could not help saying sarcastically, "Guess whose money she's spending? It must be Henry's. You haven't even gotten a divorce, and his mistress is already spending money from your joint account…"

Someone nearby heard Summer's words.

"That woman is a mistress?"

"I wouldn't have guessed. Women nowadays have no moral compass, do they? They're so willing to throw themselves at married men shamelessly nowadays."

"No wonder her son is in the hospital. She deserves it for being someone's mistress."

"If I were that man's wife, I would freeze all our accounts to stop that mistress from spending a cent."

Lexie heard what was being said and turned to look at Whitney while red in the face. "Why would you get your friend to spread stories everywhere about me being a mistress, Mrs. Jordan?"

"Well, you are someone's mistress." Summer almost burst out laughing. "Why won't you admit it when you are one?"

Lexie's eyes filled with tears. "How can you do this to me?"

"Wow, she's crying. That little vixen sure can act."

"Stop it, Summer." Whitney halted Summer without glancing at Lexie. "Take me home to change my clothes and come with me to Blue Jazz tonight to have a few drinks."

…

Whitney leaned against the couch at Blue Jazz as she watched the men and women dancing on stage, feeling at a loss for some reason. She was reminded of the night of her bachelorette party when she had a little too much to drink, and someone tried to pick her up.

She panicked, having no idea how to handle the situation, and that was when Henry suddenly appeared, kicking the man to the side. "You must be tired of living for trying to pick up my wife. Listen up, everybody! The woman next to me is Whitney Sands, and she's the wife of Henry Jordan, who is me! Anyone who dares lay a finger on her will get a beating from me."

Under the neon lights, Whitney found herself only having eyes for the man in front of her, and she quietly swore to love him for the rest of her life. Yet, only three years had passed, and…"

"Hey, Whitney, what are you thinking about? Drink up! Please tell me you aren't thinking about Henry. If you still have feelings for him, take the initiative to snatch him back! Henry must still love you. He's just blinded by the little vixen for now. Just put on a miniskirt and cover yourself with chocolate sauce tonight, and he'll be eating out of your palms literally. "

"Cover myself with chocolate sauce?" Whitney laughed. "I think that might work on someone else."

"What?" Someone did not catch her reply clearly. "Are you going to cheat on him?"

"Now that everyone is here today, I have something to announce." Whitney raised her glass and shouted, "I, Whitney Sands, will divorce Henry Jordan in three days! After that, I'll marry another man, and on the day I'm officially married, I'll be expecting all of you to celebrate the day with me!"

Everyone at her table was stunned. "Is this for real? Are you really going to divorce Henry?"

"Who's your new man? Why didn't you tell us about him?!"

"He's…" Before Whitney could reveal the man, a waitress in a bunny costume came over with two dozen beers.

"Your drinks are here."

The woman's voice sounded familiar, and Summer grabbed the woman's arm right away. "Hey, isn't this the mistress? You're serving drinks at Blue Jazz in a sexy bunny costume? What's going on? Isn't Henry giving you enough money?"

"This is the woman who ruined Whitney's marriage?"

All of Whitney's friends stood up. "Is Henry blind? She looks pretty ordinary."

Lexie ignored them. All she did was look at Whitney. "I heard that you'll pay me a thousand if I drink with you."

Whitney remained silent. Her friends were having too much fun, and they paid several male models a thousand each for drinking with them.

Summer raised an eyebrow and smiled as she slammed a wad of cash on the table. "That's right. It's the rule of our game tonight. Finish all the drinks on the table and I'll pay you a thousand."