Love Is A Fallen Star

My breath hitched when I saw the text from Mark's mother, Linda Zeller.

I looked up and saw Mark holding Wendy Johnson's waist tightly.

This was my 108th time catching him cheating.

His friends had also noticed me. They started teasing him.

"Mark, your wife's here to drag you home to make a baby again."

"Can you believe that she would still be at it after all these years? Is she really that desperate for a man?"

Mark's buddies spoke with mocking tones, and their laughter stung my ears.

Hearing their taunts, Mark's lips curled slightly. He showed not the slightest panic at being caught cheating.

He brazenly pulled Wendy closer and gave her a French kiss right in front of me.

The wet, smacking sounds of their saliva exchange were incredibly conspicuous in the private room.

Such a display quickly drew screams and applause from the people around.

"Mark, how does Wendy compare to all those women you keep in the castle?"

"She's better than Gloria, that's for sure."

Mark let go of Wendy.

He seemed rather nonchalant about the others' teasing.

"Those women can't compare to Wendy. I'm thinking of closing off the castle to focus solely on her."

As soon as Mark said that, a collective gasp swept through the room, and all eyes turned to me.

My hands, hanging by my sides, clenched repeatedly, only to finally loosen powerlessly.

In the previous 107th times I'd caught him, Mark had never been this serious about a woman.

Wendy was the lover he'd been with the longest.

Her build and looks were also strikingly similar to my deceased sister's.

I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and spoke in a hoarse voice, "It's really late. Can you just come home with me?"

Mark scoffed, and even Wendy looked at me with a mocking expression.

"Miss Hale, I've heard so much about you. They say every time you catch Mark cheating, you beg him to go home, and beg... to have a baby with him?"

She couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and soon, suppressed snickers erupted throughout the private room.

I didn't respond, my gaze still fixed on Mark.

I stared at him until he stood up impatiently.

"Stop bothering me, Gloria! You might not care about getting embarrassed, but I do. You're that desperate for a baby? Fine."

He clapped his hands, and in no time, a row of men of all shapes and sizes lined up before me.

Mark stood with his arms crossed, watching me with an air of amusement.

"Pick one. Or do you want them all? I'm not stingy. If you want, I can send this whole row to your bed."