He Helped a Woman, I Helped Him Fall

I looked at the woman standing outside the car. She had slightly curly hair that fell to her waist, and her makeup was exquisite. She had also doused herself in so much perfume that I felt like I was choking on the overwhelming scent.

She didn't look poor at all.

My husband, Sean Clifford, looked a little troubled as he glanced at me. "Sorry, but my wife and I are on our honeymoon trip. We just got married, so it would be inconvenient for us to bring you along."

The woman's demeanor turned even weaker and vulnerable, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I won't bother you, sir. I'll just sit quietly in the backseat and keep to myself.

"I've been waiting here for more than three hours. Your car is the only one that has passed by in that time. I won't know what to do if you don't help me. I don't want to spend the night here by myself."

I looked at the road we were on. It did look a little desolate.

Sean turned to look at him. "The sun is going to set soon, Maria," he said in a softened voice. "Leaving a young woman like her out in the wilderness like this…"

He let the rest of his sentence trail off into silence, but I understood what he was trying to say. "Get in the car," I told the woman.

A joyous expression appeared on the woman's face. She was about to pull open the backseat's door when she suddenly paused. She then ran over to the driver's side, where Sean was sitting. "I've had motion sickness ever since I was a child, sir. Can I sit in the front passenger's seat?"

Anger began to simmer within me. I assumed that Sean would reject her request and was caught off guard when he looked at me and suggested, "You should sit in the backseat, darling. We should help her as much as we can since we've decided to lend her our aid.

"We can't just stand by and do nothing if we already know that she gets motion sickness, right?"

I wondered if he had forgotten that I had taken some motion sickness medicine right before getting into the car. I inhaled deeply. I felt incredibly upset, but I still got out of the car.

The woman looked at Sean again and said, "It's really cold, sir. Can you lend me your jacket? I forgot to bring one with me."

"I have one. You can wear mine," I said as I offered my jacket to her.

However, the woman ignored me completely. "Is that okay, sir? I promise to keep it clean."

Sean didn't hesitate for even a second when he stripped off his jacket. "What are you saying? I don't think you're dirty. Here, go ahead and put it on. It'll be bad if you catch a cold."

"You're such a good man, sir. Why would someone like you get married so young?"

The woman then glanced at me. She didn't look apologetic in the slightest when she continued, "You won't get angry at me, will you, ma'am? I'm just joking around. I don't mean anything by it. I just want to praise your husband for being so nice."

I bit down on my lip as I listened to her blatantly insincere words. I was about to retort when Sean suddenly cut in, saying, "Of course, she's not angry. She's not that petty, right, darling?"

I was struck by the realization that something was amiss. Just then, I received a notification that the thread I had been reading earlier had a new update.

"I've successfully picked up my mistress. That stupid woman doesn't suspect a thing."

The new message immediately received hundreds of replies.

"Oh my God."

"You're truly a man amongst men," someone said, adding a sticker of a thumbs-up with his reply.

"Do you have the guts to be even more intimate with your mistress?"

As the other men urged him on, the person who posted the original post replied, "Just you wait."