Chapter 2
Outside the restaurant, the driver had been waiting for a while. As I got in, I realized that Keith’s coat was still draped over my
I told the driver to turn around. When we got back to the restaurant, a familiar figure appeared before me.
It was Mildred, the woman Keith had been keeping for the past six months.
shoulders.
She was wearing a black, tight–fitting dress that highlighted her curves, her high heels clicking as she swayed her hips toward the restaurant.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart tightened in pain.
She walked into the private room and immediately sat down on Keith’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking in a playful tone.
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“As soon as I got your call, I rushed over. I missed you so much.”
Then, she pressed her lips to Keith’s, a brief, teasing kiss.
Keith smirked, and his eyes were full of desire.
He cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer as he kissed her with an intensity that seemed to want to consume her completely.
Laughter erupted from the group.
“That’s why Keith keeps a mistress. Mildred’s the perfect type, innocent yet so tempting. Who could resist her?”
I stood outside the door, coldly watching the scene before me, my heart slowly numbing.
They all knew about this, and they played along with Keith to deceive me.
Meanwhile, I had been desperately trying to fit into their world, hoping to bond with them.
In the end, I was just a fool.
In my panic, Mildred had already climbed off Keith’s lap. She raised her glass, toasting the group with a drink, acting carefree as she downed
A friend joked, “Keith, you sure know how to live. We’re all jealous of you.
“I thought you’d stay faithful to Cynthia, but seems like even the innocent guy couldn’t resist Mildred at all.”
When he heard my name, Keith’s smile faded, replaced by a cold expression. His tone turned sharp, carrying an unspoken warning.
“I hope this stays between us. If it reaches Cynthia, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.
A friend slapped his chest and reassured him, “Keith, don’t worry. We’ve got your back. Cynthia will never find out.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. As long as you’re careful, she won’t notice. Women are easy to deceive.””
Their chatter made Keith’s furrowed brow relax a little.
Trying to lighten the mood, Mildred suggested they play a game of truth or dare.
The bottle spun, and whoever it pointed to had to tell the truth.
After several rounds, it was finally Mildred’s turn.
With a mischievous grin, a friend asked, “When was the last time you…?”
Mildred playfully pouted and answered, “Yesterday, in Keith’s office.“”
