Chapter 248 Fortune

Kirito's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. 

That voice—sultry, heavy, drenched with intimacy—cut through him like a blade. 

It was a voice he had once cherished, one that had whispered promises and cried out his name in the most vulnerable moments.

"Occupied?!" he growled, the word catching in his throat. "Reina, who's there with you? Tell me!"

His mind was racing, careening through a storm of emotions—shock, rage, disbelief, betrayal. 

Memories of their years together flashed before his eyes: her laughter, the way she would softly hum when she cooked, the way she'd cling to him on cold nights. Was it all a lie?

"I… I can't…" she breathed out, and then another moan escaped her lips, one that shattered whatever thread of composure he had left.

Kirito slammed his hand down on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet room. 

"You can't what, Reina? You owe me an explanation!"