ManyWriters

On my wedding day, I was caught in bed with another man by my husband.
The adulterer escaped, leaving the wedding dress my husband had personally designed covered in stains.
He broke down on the spot, his eyes blood-red as he held me, "Who did this?! I'll kill him!"
I pushed him away mockingly and said with contempt,
"Scott, you're always off improving your design skills, leaving me alone at home. I had no choice but to find other men."
He begged me pathetically to stop talking, swearing he'd spend more time with me in the future, but I just walked away.
Five years later, Scott has become a red-hot design master, about to marry his girlfriend.
When we meet again, I'm in the throes of addiction, a complete mess, and he takes me forcefully.
"Irene, you're so cheap!"
But shamelessly, I force a stiff, lifeless smile and say:
"Yes, I'm cheap. I need men."
"Scott, let's have sex one more time."

Addiction Unspoken

Scott vehemently denied it, saying it was just a coincidence and that our connection wasn't over yet.


I nearly choked on my coffee and quickly put down the cup.


That day he showed up right at my doorstep, and now he's calling it a coincidence? Who would believe that?


But I didn't call him out on it, because what happened that day wasn't something I could easily talk about.


"I made a mistake. I deserve to feel awful and repent. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it if it means I can be forgiven."


"Since we're supposed to be even now, can I start pursuing Irene again?"


In that instant, Evelina looked like she had swallowed a fly whole.


Before I could even voice my rejection, Evelina grabbed me and we left.


As I hurried after Evelina, I had an untimely thought:


Actually, that day, none of those male models dared to really touch me.


Chapter 10