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

I softly scoffed, "Cut ties? It's not that easy."


Just as Scott said, they were already in the same boat.


Even if Scott tried his hardest to break free, he wouldn't be able to.


Evelina finally managed to escape from the hotel to find me. As soon as she entered, she threw herself into my arms, sobbing.


"That bastard Scott actually dared to stop me from seeing you. How despicable!"


When she revealed the truth, she had anticipated Scott's feelings for me would explode, but she was still angry.


After she had cried her fill, she lifted her head from my embrace, carefully observing my expression.


I knew she was worried I might have softened towards Scott.


"Scott knows everything now, and he still loves you."


For these five years, we had been living abroad.


Her business trip was coming to an end, and she had to return immediately.


I rubbed my fingertips, still able to feel the lingering warmth of Scott's touch.


Chapter 8