ManyWriters

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During my heart surgery recovery, Faye and her newly hired male secretary were playing strip games at a bar.
When I arrived, before I could say a word, Soren - stripped down to just his underwear - threw himself into Faye's arms and tearfully apologized to me:
"Brother, you're not well. I was just keeping Ms. Stratton company. It's all my fault. Please don't be mad at Ms. Stratton, okay?"
Faye looked disgusted as she pulled him away. "Can you stop being so paranoid? It was just a game. Are you stalking me now?"
"Have you looked at yourself? Your face is as white as a ghost crawling out of hell. It's terrifying."
In the heat of the moment, my heart condition flared up and I vomited all over the floor.
It took over a dozen calls before Faye finally answered, her tone full of contempt.
"Aren't you annoying? You had the energy to check up on me earlier, but now you're claiming the recurrence of your heart attack? Who would believe that?"
"Soren's family is pressuring him to get married. I'm helping him fend off admirers. I don't have time for your meddling."
Later, I personally handed the critical condition report to Faye.
But why has she gone crazy?

My Cheating Fiancée Played Strip Games With Ex-boyfriend

Since the last time I unceremoniously kicked Faye out, a month has passed.


She hasn't come around again, but she frequently sends things over - watches I like, cufflinks, and handwritten letters of apology.


With Melody's help, my figure has largely recovered. Without any unsavory elements hovering around, I look radiant and healthy, with no trace that I've had heart surgery.


"Asher, there's a show tonight. Do you want to attend?"


Melody holds the invitation, looking at me with concern. "The news of your comeback has leaked out. A lot of people want to see you make a fool of yourself. Maybe we should wait a bit longer?"


I smile brightly, "Why not go? Whether it's criticism, praise, or insults, none of it will shake who I am."


Melody's eyes light up. She had personally chosen Asher back then, seeing that unyielding resilience in his eyes.


"Great! I've got the clothes ready. Ten o'clock tonight. I'm looking forward to your performance."


Chapter 10