Wendy rested her chin on her hand, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she looked at me. She blinked and asked, "That night when those scumbags were having sex in the bathroom, we didn't get a chance to confront them. Since she's here today by sheer coincidence, wouldn't it be rude to let her off lightly?"I immediately understood what she meant. How could I not want to confront the mistress?Although my feelings for Max, that scumbag, had died, my hatred for him and the mistress who humiliated me remained strong. Wendy was right; this was an opportunity sent from heaven. Not taking advantage of it would be a waste.I nodded and smiled, "Absolutely!"Wendy, always quick-thinking, flashed her bright, clever eyes and immediately came up with a plan. She confidently tilted her chin at me and said, "Watch me."Just as Wendy was about to get up, I grabbed her hand and shook my head slightly, saying firmly, "Wendy, let me handle this."Wendy looked surprised. "Hmm?""She's messing with
But I was wrong.Or perhaps, when the knife wasn't in my own flesh, I couldn't truly understand the pain. But now, as the betrayed wife, I fully grasp why women, upon seeing the mistress, would want to tear her apart.Cindy laughed lightly and provocatively said to her friend at the bar, "Hey, Sharon, who do you think Max would choose between me and his wife?"The girl named Sharon sighed and looked at her, "Miss Lansworth, I really don't understand why you go after a married man. With your status, you could have any man. What's so special about Max? You must be out of your mind."Cindy, looking into my eyes with a meaningful gaze, replied, "Well, I want what I want, and I always get it."Sharon said, "I advise you to give up. What's so special about a cheating man? His wife is the real victim here.""True, but I just want what others have," Cindy said with a smirk. By now, I was less than a meter away from her.Our eyes metโhers were full of provocation, mine cold and disdainfu
Cindy wasn't stupid; she had a natural inclination towards aggression. She tried to pull and grab at me, attempting to get a hold of my hair. However, since I hadn't washed it in a few days and had it tied up, she couldn't get a good grip.In a fight, both parties are bound to get hurt. Her long nails scratched my cheek, causing a sharp painโI most likely had a visible mark now.Fueled by anger, I fought back with all my might. There was no need for pretense or subtleties; I wanted to confront her directly. In the videos she sent me, flaunting her affair, her face was clearly visible. It would have been pointless to play innocent and look for an excuse to attack her. This confrontation was much more satisfying."Your parents might have raised you, but they clearly didn't teach you any manners. I'm not afraid to step in!" I said through gritted teeth, delivering a hard slap across Cindy's face. "Today, you'll learn that stealing from others comes with consequences."After being slap
"Youโre the source of the stench!" Cindy screamed, kicking off her other shoe and lunging at Wendy.But she was no match for Wendyโwho was the toughest girl in our school. Wendy once took on three guys at once and left them in the hospital for a month, with a 15,000-word reflection letter to boot.Sharon wanted to help Cindy but was too delicate and afraid of getting hurt. She just kept calling for bystanders to intervene. But who would want to help a mistress getting beaten in public?In her desperation, Sharon called the police.I was worried Cindy might hurt Wendy, even a little. So, I jumped in and grabbed Cindyโs hair, pulling her away from Wendy.Wendy, quick as ever, took the opportunity to land several slaps on Cindy.Honestly, I was a bit enviousโI wanted to be the one delivering those slaps!Cindy howled in anger and pain.Seeing that Wendy had had enough, I let go of Cindy and noticed a water jug on the table. I grabbed it, opened the lid, and splashed the contents
"I'm not interested in other people's husbands; I just like stealing yours. So what?" Cindy, completely shameless, asked me, "Is it illegal to be a mistress? What can you do about it?"I frowned, almost laughing at her audacity. "You don't know about bigamy laws, do you?""Bigamy?" Cindy scoffed. "Are you trying to lecture me on the law? Jen, I haven't lived with your husband as his wife, nor have we gotten engaged, had a wedding, or registered our marriage. How does that qualify as bigamy?"Wendy and I exchanged a glance, both amazed at Cindy's brazen attitude.I said, "Really? You always stayed in hotels, right? Those expenses came out of our shared marital funds. I don't mind investigating and reclaiming every cent."Cindy smirked, "You'll be disappointed. We never used his money for hotels. I paid for it all."I couldn't help but laugh. "So you're saying you willingly let my husband have sex with you for free?"Cindy took a deep breath, her composure unshaken. "We love each
As God is my witness, I said the most hurtful things that came to mind. I have never spoken so viciously to anyone before. But Cindy deserved it.Cindy, however, was resilient. My words didn't affect her. She looked at me, took a step closer, and whispered, "Jen, remember my words. I will take anything you love away from you. If I can't have it, I'll destroy it. If I can't obtain it, neither will you."Her words left me shocked. I asked coldly, "Why do you hate me? We don't even know each other. What's your problem? If you have mental issues, see a doctor before it's too late!"Cindy snorted, "Why do I hate you? You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry."I was confused but couldn't find an answer.Since Sharon had called the police, they arrived promptly and took us to the station.Fighting in public is a serious offense.I told the truth, and Cindy didn't deny it either, maintaining her arrogant attitude. Even the officer taking our statements seemed irritated. Sharon tried to
"Mr. Walker?" Wendy asked, "The Mr. Walker you're talking about, is he Luke?"Taylor nodded and replied, "Yes, Ms. Middleton, it's Mr. Walker from JL Capital."At that moment, Taylor had already reached the car. The door opened automatically, revealing Luke's profile gradually. As he turned his face, our eyes met, and in that instant, I could see the cold and indifferent arrogance in his eyes. Today, Luke seemed distant and appeared to be in a bad mood. He was dressed in a black suit, with neatly combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He exuded a refined yet aloof vibe. Black, often associated with mystery and coolness, seldom looked as noble and clean on anyone as it did on Luke. His fair skin contrasted well with the black suit, making him seem even more distinguished and detached.Undeniably handsome."Oh wow, Mr. Walker, what a coincidence!" Wendy greeted cheerfully, sitting next to Luke and striking up a conversation. "Although Jen and I are not in the sa
Could it be that I have to treat a bitch who deliberately tries to embarrass and provoke me with utmost respect?But in the next second, Luke said, "Is she worth your time? Isn't it dirtying your hands?"I instantly felt better. Luke, despite his sour expression, still had a way with words that was pleasing to the ear."If Prof. Middleton and Mrs. Middleton could see you today, they'd be relieved. Tired of swallowing your anger and finally striking backโit's progress," Luke said thoughtfully.Honestly, I couldn't tell if he was praising or criticizing me with that last part.Wendy rolled her eyes at me, signaling me to keep quiet. We were no match for someone like Luke.I thought so too, so I kept my mouth shut to avoid trouble.Luke first dropped off Taylor and Wendy at their homes, and then he drove me home last.The car felt emptier, and the atmosphere became colder.I huddled in the back, not daring to speak, scrolling through my phone, just hoping time would pass faster.
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.โI gave birth to him in circumstances I couldnโt control,โ Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. โI used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldnโt afford to lose everything.โShe hesitated, her gaze dropping. โThere are things from back then that I just canโt bring myself to tell him.โWhen I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.โMrs. Walker couldnโt have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,โ Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didnโt exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didnโt know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, โMiss, the juice is sweet and sourโitโs so good!โโDrink it up, and Iโll pour you some more,โ Molly offered.Luke interjected, โItโs almost time to rest. Donโt drink too much juice.โโIโm sorry, I donโt have experience taking care of kids,โ Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, โIโm sorry.โShe was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. โExcuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.โAs I stood, I grabbed Ianโs wrist.Ian caught on quickly. โJen is a girl. Sheโll get scared going back aloneโI have to go with her.โNot giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, โMr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.โIn the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasnโt the type to make things difficult for others. She didnโt give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. โThank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.โLuke glanced at her but didnโt say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. โYou donโt have to thank us. We didnโt really do much.โโWould you like to come in and sit for a while?โ Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, whoโd been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, โYes, yes! Letโs go!โI sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Lukeโs arms. โAnd whoโs this?โโIโm Ian Lloyd,โ he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Mollyโs face, he let out a small โHuh?โ and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes metโa silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever heโd been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel heโd booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Lukeโs, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didnโt acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasnโt there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didnโt say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Mollyโs room.Our room was on the same floor as Mollyโs. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for herโa thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the companyโs resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloydโs return wasnโt just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the companyโs artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, sheโd get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amyโs tactics wouldnโt change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.โJen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!โLuke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.โIโm really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!โโIโve already finished most of it!โ Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.โJen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyoneโs preferences and suggestions.โโSo, you want to get my input to finalize it?โโExactly.โโWell, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, Iโll leave the planning to you.โLuke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didnโt want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, Iโd grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadnโt said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.โSheโs already in Sharonville,โ Luke said.โHasnโt she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?โHe was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldnโt be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.โHeโs as brilliant as ever,โ Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. โAs long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.โโHe has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,โ she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didnโt interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ianโs progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.โWaiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,โ he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. โWaiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are freshโcrisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit