He rolled down the window. “Stella and I have a class reunion later. Since you’re pregnant, it’s best you stay home and rest.” [
Evelyn didn’t argue or question him. She simply turned and walked into the villa.
By the time she glanced back, the car was already driving away.
She’d prepared herself for him not coming home that night. But in the dead of night, her phone rang, jolting her awake. [
The number was unfamiliar, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was.
Sure enough, Stella’s voice came through the line. []
“Martin’s drunk. Come pick him up.” []
Without waiting for a response, Stella hung up.
Evelyn Evelyn sat on the bed, staring at the address Stella had sent. After a moment, she got up, changed, and left. []
She wanted to see what Stella was playing at.
Fifteen minutes later, Evelyn arrived at the private room.
The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw them–Martin and Stella, their faces close, sharing a biscuit in
The room was filled with laughter and teasing as the biscuit grew shorter, their lips nearly touching. When the
ridiculous game.
last crumb disappeared, neither pulled away.
Instead, Martin kissed her.
Stella pretended to shy away, but Martin, drunk and reckless, pulled her back, deepening the kiss.
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The room erupted in cheers, but Evelyn stood frozen outside, feeling like she was seeing a stranger.
The man she knew was always calm, composed.
This wild, passionate side of him? She’d never seen it before.
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Evelyn, what are you doing? Your husband’s in there kissing another woman, and you’re just standing here watching? [
She turned to leave, but Stella suddenly appeared, blocking her path. [
Her lips were smudged, her eyes glinting with triumph. “You saw everything, didn’t you?” []
Evelyn didn’t respond. [.
Stella smirked. “You should know, Martin’s always loved me, Someone like him? He’d never fall for a little girl like you. He only married you because you look like me. Do yourself a favor–get rid of the baby and leave. You don’t want your child growing up like you, waiting at home every day for a man who doesn’t care, do you?”
“Martin will divorce you and marry me eventually. If you don’t leave now, don’t cry to your parents when he dumps you.” []
Evelyn finally spoke, her voice cold. “Does Martin know?”
Stella frowned. “What?”
“Does he know the woman he’s loved for years has two faces?” [
Without waiting for a reply, Evelyn pushed past her and walked into the room.[]
The laughter died instantly as she helped Martin to his feet and led him out. []
He was completely wasted, muttering Stella’s name as she shoved him into the car.
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She stared at his face, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just wait a little longer, Martin.” [
Soon, we’ll both be free.[]
The next morning, Martin woke up at home, confused. His head throbbed, and he had no memory of the night before.
He turned to Evelyn, who was calmly applying skincare. “How did I get back?” [
“I picked you up,” she said, her tone flat.
His face twisted with guilt. “Did I… do anything stupid?” [
She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “No.” [
She finished applying her lipstick and stood to leave.
Martin grabbed her wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To meet Steve.” |
His
jaw tightened. “Stay away from him. The way he looks at you–it’s not right.”
Evelyn met his gaze head–on. “What’s wrong with it? Isn’t it the same way you look at Stella?” ||
“Stella’s just a friend,” he said, his voice stiff. []
“And Steve’s just my senior.” []
Martin pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated. “Evelyn, I’m a man. I know what he’s thinking.” |
He reached for the bedside drawer, trying to distract her. “Look, I got you a gift while I was away. Let me give it to you.” []
As he pulled the drawer open, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.
The divorce agreement.]]
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