Chapter 4

Still not finding an answer to the question on his mind, Andrew decided to leave his place and go to the bathroom. As his feet were about to enter the bathroom, he passed by the wardrobe.

One door opened, and he saw some monotonous women's clothes hanging neatly inside.

In that instant, he realized where he was. He wasn't in his condo; he was in his wife's villa!

Did it mean ...

No, no, no! No fucking way, Andrew murmured in panic.

Ignoring the dizziness that still overcame him, Andrew immediately turned his body backward, looking at the room he was in once again.

He was pretty sure that Ethan had sent him home last night after seeing him already drunk, but why would his best friend bring him to this place?

This must be a misunderstanding. The last time he visited this villa was on his wedding day. He gave this villa to his wife before he left that dull woman there.

The next question was, where was his wife? Did she take the opportunity of his drunkenness to rape him?

Rage overcame him as soon as the idea came to his mind. He quickly grabbed his smartphone that was lying unattended on the bed, dialing Ethan.

"Andrew?" came Ethan's voice, which picked up immediately on the first call. "I didn't see you at the condo. Where are you?"

"Where do you think? I'm at my wife's villa!"

"Damn it!" Ethan groaned. "I forgot to tell the driver yesterday not to drive you there."

"I will fire him later," Andrew grumbled. "Whatever. Pick me up now. Bring some clothes for me too!"

"All right, all right, dude. I'm on my way."

Andrew hung up the call, walking quickly to the bathroom. His hand grabbed a clean towel and used it to cover his private part, then he walked around the villa.

"Sandra! Where the hell are you?!" Andrew yelled in annoyance. "Do you think this is a funny joke!? Come and explain everything to me now!"

He went through all the rooms in the villa while shouting his wife's name. Surprisingly, he couldn't find her anywhere.

Where was that bastard woman?

He hadn't finished swearing at his wife in his mind when the bell rang. Grumbling, Andrew walked over to the door and opened it, finding Ethan standing in front of him with a bag.

Ethan's eyes blinked, looking Andrew up and down while whistling noisily.

"Well, I don't know what happened, but I think I missed something interesting," Ethan handed the bag to Andrew, still whistling with his eyes observing Andrew's body. "Did I miss something?"

"Shut up!"

"You're too excited," Ethan's eyes scanned the entire room. He raised his brow at the strangeness of the villa.

For a villa that someone had left for a few months, it was too empty. It was like looking at a villa that had just been completed by the developer and was ready to be sold to the public. There was nothing there—not even wedding photos.

What was going on in this place?

"So, where's your wife?"

"As if I knew," Andrew chuckled irritably as he finished putting on his clothes. "I've looked everywhere for her, but she's not there. Asshole!"

Ethan rubbed the underside of his chin. "Does that mean you and Sandra might..."

"I don't know!" exclaimed Andrew in frustration. "I don't know what happened, but I'm sure she must have taken the opportunity to have sex with me!"

"Err... I don't think that's a big thing–"

"It was a big thing, Ethan Nathaniel!" Andrew screamed in annoyance, looking at his best friend with intense frustration. His hand ruffled his hair. "What if she's pregnant with my child? Think, Ethan! That would make it hard for me to divorce her!"

"All right, all right. Calm down," Ethan walked over to Andrew, trying to calm his friend down.

"It's a one-in-a-million chance. She might not be pregnant. It might be that both of you didn't have sex last night either—a misunderstanding. Even if it happened, I don't think it's a bad thing."

In his heart, Ethan sympathized with Sandra Campbell even more. During the early days of their marriage, Sandra had turned into a moody woman who rarely left the house.

Sandra looked so miserable, most likely caused by Andrew abandoning her.

He wanted to curse Andrew for wasting a woman as good as Sandra. And he was sure—very sure—that Sandra was not the woman Andrew had just described.

It would be a different case if it were Patricia Margareth. That woman is the type who is willing to sleep with any man if he can give her whatever she wants.

He knew that fact for a long time. He tried to tell Andrew many times, but he always ignored him.

"I don't want to know," Andrew finally began to calm down. "Find Sandra. When you find her, confirm her pregnancy."

"For how many times should I tell you that I'm not your fucking personal assistant? Whatever," Ethan sighed.

"Then? What will you want me to do after that?"

"If she's pregnant, ask her to abort it!"

"Are you out of your mind? That's a big deal! Did you think about her feelings?!"

"I don't want to have anything to do with Sandra!" exclaimed Andrew, not to be outdone.

"Why are you defending her? Do you love her?"

"What a stupid question! You know that I can't possibly be attracted to women," Ethan snapped back. "And FYI, before you fall into your moronic thoughts; I'm not interested in a super insensitive moron like you either."

"You!"

"What? What are you going to do with me?" Ethan shouted back. "Are you going to fire me? No fucking way. What can you do without me, dumbass? You practically are a baby in need!"

Andrew resisted the urge to fight Ethan. He was annoyed with his best friend, but his best friend was right. Even though his words were hurtful, Ethan was the only one he could rely on, both in business and personal matters.

Only Ethan could do everything he needed perfectly, and it would be hard for him to find someone as capable as Ethan if he decided to fire him.

"Fine. Forget it," Andrew sighed, giving up. "Let’s go to the office."

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