Betrayal on Wheels: A Mother's Decision

The admin immediately tagged me. "Supergirl, it's your first time joining our overnight event, isn't it?""Yes," I replied indifferently."You're pretty cold—just my type!""So what if she's your type? You'll have to draw her first!"Liam joined in the banter as well. "What's all this nonsense? Can you even handle the ice queen type? How about I break her in for you first, and then…"He added a smirking emoticon sticker.Everyone in the group chat started agreeing. "That's right! Sir Johnson has got to be the one who pops the cherry first!"It seemed like Liam was a known veteran in the group chat.It wasn't surprising, given the times he'd stayed out all night. Even if room assignments were random, by now, he must have experienced every type of woman there was.No wonder Liam would refuse to get intimate with me for several days after his cycling trips. It turned out he was already full from sampling others from the streets.I couldn't suppress the bitterness in my chest for

I arrived early at the cycling team's meet-up spot the next morning. Using sun protection as an excuse, I wrapped myself up tightly, not leaving a single patch of skin exposed.Liam was slightly surprised when he first saw me. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the way the cycling outfit outlined my figure."Supergirl?" He extended a hand toward me. "I'm Sir Johnson."Liam's eyes were overflowing with desire, and the image overlapped with what I saw on the surveillance footage yesterday. Another wave of nausea surged within me.He quickly pulled out his flask and handed it to me, asking in a concerned voice, "Are you alright? Just give me a sign if you can't keep up later."I snorted coldly deep down. The way he so naturally shared his flask with a woman he first met—he truly thought he was such a good Samaritan.Someone came over and teased, "Oh, my. Sir Johnson just made his first move. What if you don't end up drawing the same room later? Wouldn't that be a waste, the

While a call for help might be ignored, a warning about fire would get everyone's attention. No matter what they were doing in their rooms, they'd definitely rush out to take a look.In no time, flustered male and female voices spilled out of the rooms."Are you still going at it? Do you want to die?""Why are you still putting clothes on? Just drape a bathrobe around you—it's more important to escape!"Sounds of doors opening one after another followed.Everyone poured out in a panic, but all they saw was us standing in the hallway, with no fire to be seen."What's going on?" someone asked, perplexed. "Who was the one screaming earlier?"I secretly flashed the fake Supergirl an "okay" sign. He immediately understood and timidly raised his hand. "I was the one…""Who the hell are you?" With their fun being interrupted, the crowd erupted in anger. "Are you one of us?"The fake Supergirl hurriedly ran to hide behind Liam. With a pinched falsetto, he weakly replied, "I'm Supergir

I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Mom, bring Denise and the ladies from your dance group up to get some rest. I've already gotten us a room—Room 2115."Liam immediately started panicking. He lowered his voice and scolded, "Are you crazy? Why did you get everyone to come over now? This is a family affair. Aren't you embarrassed to have so many people know about our fight?"I shot him a disdainful glance. I couldn't believe he was already embarrassed—we were just getting started.Soon, my mom, Louisa Glenn, came to Room 2115 with a bunch of her friends, laughing and chatting as they arrived. Upon seeing Gina, she greeted, "Why didn't you go in, Gina?"Gina smiled but said nothing, merely gesturing for the women to step into the room.Mom looked confused. "Youngsters nowadays like to be mysterious."She then knocked on the door hard. "Jennie? Open the door, Jennie."Liam pulled me back when he heard Mom's voice. "You can't open it! We'll talk things out when we're back."I d

On the screen, Liam and the fake Supergirl were all over each other, kissing wildly.He was slightly startled when the fake Supergirl removed her sun visor. But with lust clouding his brain, it didn't matter even if the fake Supergirl looked nothing like he'd imagined—he went in for another kiss.The fake Supergirl was paid to play his part, his tongue roaming all over Liam. It was evident from Liam's expression that he was enjoying every second of it.Denise's mind went blank when she saw her own son fooling around with a crossdresser. It was even shown in front of her own friends, no less.The police officers took the opportunity to yank the slumped Liam up from the bed. "Come with us.""Why are you arresting me? Why just me?" he yelled, indignant."I'm not the only one doing it, and neither am I the organizer!" Liam thrashed around while yelling. He was desperate to drag others down with him in this."Enough! Stop yelling," the police officer chided. "None of you are getting