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Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

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I was confident that he wouldn't cheat because he was just mediocre. In the increasingly silent kitchen, that final sentence was met with silence. The truth was that he had cheated, even on a showgirl. She complained, "I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life," and then shoved a large piece of bacon into her mouth. After being fed and checked on by her pals, Peyton was left alone once again. She took a seat with her laptop and confronted her worries. She saw the video that she had brought up.

Bu Sinta teased. Everyone laughed, but Anton reflexively closed his thighs because of the pain of hearing what Bu Sinta said, if he lost his valuable asset, he could not satisfy Monica forever. "Don't do that, I can't give you pleasure if my valuables are gone," said Anton. "If you cheat again, I will cut it off," Monica retorted. "You're pregnant Monica, don't say anything careless," said Anton. "Don't worry like that, that's all you have. So don't try to cheat again," Monica replied.

I responded, slightly confused. “Run away?” he asked, looking at me like I had just said the silliest thing. “Of course not. We were just going to go down to city hall to get it done and over with. Of course, while all this was going on, I didn’t know she was cheating on me with a mutual friend of ours. God, you don’t know how glad I was when I found out,” he continued.

She shrugged. This may be the only truth she has told. Pain was evident in her eyes and Titus saw this. He saw that she was telling the truth. He was curious as to what happened to her. “Hmm? Care to share?” She laughed dryly. “It’s nothing interesting. It’s actually really petty. I stole my friend’s boyfriend once. But then he also cheated on me with so many others. That, after taking my savings.” Titus knew of course that his lover was not a virgin the first time they had been intimate.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I stared at my phone screen, reading Emma's last text to her father for the third time. I'd hacked into the Beta's phone—not difficult when I had Alpha access to pack systems—desperate for any information about where Emma had gone. *"I have proof."* Two words that made my blood run cold. Proof of what? The affair? Something else? And what did she plan to do with it? My office door opened without a knock, and Vanessa sauntered in wearing a dress that was far too revealing for pack house business. The sight of her usually excited me, but today my wolf snarled with actual hostility.

Covering her face, she rushed out of the cafe like a defeated stray. "Damn, that was such a clean and precise takedown from Heather!" "Stacy is totally clueless. She can't even answer a single question!" "Lmao, she doesn't even know what Rapid Cooldown is and still tries to pass herself off as the top mage!" "It is over. Heather has already secured the main target!" "Poor Stacy is likely crying right now. She isn't going to let this slide!" I watched the flood of comments scrolling rapidly across the screen and calmly finished the last sip of my iced latte.

I tossed a few chips into my mouth, chewing slowly as the crisp crunch filled the silence and bought me a moment to think. Asking was only a formality. Of course, she didn’t want to destroy him — she didn’t want revenge. That’s because her story was a lie. She cheated. She got caught. She was never going to admit it. My very own pretty little cheating liar. “You haven’t earned your grey eyes,” I said finally.