Walking out of that smoky, chaotic club, breathing in the cold night air, I felt a wave of nausea.I didn't go home. Instead, I drove straight to Melody's company.It was eleven at night, and the lights in Melody's office were still on.She was wearing a well-tailored business suit, reviewing a thick investment proposal with blue-light-blocking glasses on.Seeing me push the door open, she took off her glasses, looking slightly surprised.She rubbed her temples, her usually sharp gaze softening instantly. "What brings you here so suddenly? Didn't you say you're going out drinking for Jeremy's birthday? You reek of cigarettes."I walked over, poured her a glass of warm water, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. I took a deep breath. "Honey, I need to confess something to you."For the next fifteen minutes, I held nothing back, telling her everything, exactly as it happened: the chat I read on Jeremy's phone that day, how he took me to an underground club tonight for pros
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