Chapter 4

Evelyn's POV

When I woke up, it was already 8:30. Crap! Totally broke my 7 a.m. morning run streak. And of course… all thanks to this man. God knows how we ended up going all the way until 5 a.m. last night. Honestly, I think I passed out from exhaustion in the end.

I only planned to do it once… after all, it’s cheating.

His hand was still on my chest. I shoved it away and tried to get up. But my legs were like jelly. Didn’t make it—plopped right back onto the bed. That little bounce woke him up.

Groggy, he sat up behind me and wrapped himself around me like some sleepy koala. My shoulders must’ve looked like leaves to him, ‘cause this koala started nibbling my neck and shoulder.

I shoved him off. He lazily propped himself up, watching me get dressed.

“Already leaving?” His voice was rough from sleep… ridiculously sexy.

“Oh, are we supposed to have breakfast together too?” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t mind me. Maybe we could… try something else,” he said, eyes sliding down shamelessly.

It was hard to connect this with the cold, dismissive guy who rejected me before.

“I wouldn’t mind giving you a taste of my slap,” I teased, wiggling my hand at him.

He paused mid-smile. “I wanted to ask… you wearing a ring while cheating?”

“That’s the fun part, isn’t it?” I shrugged. Sleeping with a married me somehow makes it less complicated for him.

“Fun? Is your marriage that boring?” he asked.

That question? Totally unnecessary. I didn’t owe him an answer.

I got dressed and glanced down at his underwear on the floor. God, just yesterday that tiny little thing wrapping him up… wow. My mind immediately cooked up a crazy idea.

“Hey… what brand are these?” I asked, picking them up.

He smirked. “Oh? You still care? Planning to buy a pair for your husband?”

“Bingo,” I winked.

“You’re serious?” His pupils went wide.

Absolutely serious. Revenge time.

My husband used to shower me with expensive bags after he cheated—gifts for his guilt. I could basically count his affairs by the bags in my closet. Pathetic, right? I know. I was pathetic.

So now, every time I cheat, I buy a pair of underwear in the same brand as my mistress. And the day I divorce him? Oh, I’m gonna tell him. Gonna make him puke.

I checked the waistband: Zimmerli. Perfect. Dropped it back on the floor.

“Thanks,” I said, walking away without looking back.

At this point, I still didn’t know his name. And he hadn’t asked mine. Fine by me.

Back in my room, Maddie showed up. Today’s our last holiday day. Afternoon, we pack up and head home.

“How was it?” Her eyes were sparkling.

“Honestly? No morals… feels amazing.”

“Ha! Who asked about that, you bad girl! I meant the guy—big? Skilled?”

“Well… my hole’s still having aftershocks. Tomorrow? Forget my morning run.”

Yep. His skills… damn. Even thinking about it now, I’m wet.

“Enjoy being a little bitch! You were way too vanilla before,” Maddie blew me a kiss.

“Sebastian said the same. Maybe that’s why he cheated,” I muttered, half-joking.

“Nothing justifies cheating. Don’t blame yourself.”

“But I’ve got a revenge plan,” I grinned.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Well… I’m gonna get Sebastian the same underwear as Stallion.”

“Pfft—” Maddie sprayed her wine, coughing. “You’re such a clever little devil!”

“Hey, he cheated and gave me a bag every time. Just looking at my closet now feels like an insult.”

“That jerk! Listen, just giving him underwear isn’t enough. Post it on I*******m! Caption: 1/8! And when you divorce him, spill it all—let him know men aren’t the only ones who can cheat!”

“Crazy—but I love it!” I grinned.

So I uploaded a photo of Lake Como with: 1/8 ✅

Twenty minutes later… Sebastian liked it.

Maddie couldn’t stop laughing, and she even commented below: “To be continued…”

The thrill of revenge was buzzing through me. Never felt so… alive.

While we were chatting, I opened my laptop and searched for Zimmerli—

“Wow… this brand, huh? This guy’s got taste,” Maddie leaned over to peek. She’s a luxury brand heiress, knows this stuff inside out.

“Crap! One pair costs over a hundred bucks… seriously, should I spend this much on Sebastian?”

Sure, Sebastian’s family is rich, but I’m not. Even married to him, I still can’t get used to fancy people prices.

“Buy it! Only something pricey will make him realize—there are tons of guys richer and hotter than him. Cheap stuff would just slap you in the face!”

So, I bit the bullet and ordered it. Next day delivery.

Then we got giddy, plotting who #2/8 in my revenge list should be.

“Better be a doctor. He got himself a nurse, after all. Wonder if it’d feel different on an exam table,” I giggled.

 

After the plane landed, Sebastian was at the airport to pick me up. We kissed—me like the perfect wife, him like the perfect husband.

On the way home, I was still basking in my little revenge glow… until he said:

“Babe, I’ve got a party tonight. Won’t be able to have dinner with you. Oh, and I got you a new bag—LV, the latest. You’ll love it.”

And just like that, my smug little victory went up in smoke.

That means he’s off to cheat again.