Exposed And Payback Time

It was around break time. Usually, Roy would eat with his team, chatting casually while sharing a meal. But today, he excused himself. He felt like eating alone—clearing his head, maybe.

Celia wanted to tag along but he declined her offer respectfully.

He headed toward the quiet outdoor food court behind the building. Then he decided to take stroll. Many thoughts were storming through his head.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a gentle warmth. As he passed by shops and vendors, something caught his attention.

A woman in a blue dress was crouched awkwardly behind a decorative planter. Her posture was tense, her blue eyes darting around nervously. Her figure was striking—large breasts, wide hips, and a slim waist. Something about the way she was peeking out from her hiding spot.

He blinked. "Samantha?"

The woman flinched and turned to him, startled. "Roy! I—uh—I didn't expect anyone here."

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Samantha hesitated, clearly caught in the act. "I was... following someone."

Roy followed her gaze.

A few tables away, a man and a woman sat across from each other, chatting over lunch. The man was well-built, with short blond hair and a confident air. The woman, on the other hand, had Long black hair and hazel eyes. Her skin was smooth and creamy, and she wore a fitted blouse with a skirt that stopped just above her knees.

Roy's breath hitched slightly.

That woman was Sofia—his wife.

And the man? Samantha's husband, Renard.

Roy's stomach turned.

He glanced back at Samantha, whose face was now pale. "How long has this been going on?"

"They just got here."

Sofia and Renard were sitting inside a restaurant, near the glass window.

Roy said, "Let's go inside."

Samantha leaned in and nodded. "Alright."

They entered the restaurant and chose a table near Sofia and Renard's—just next to theirs. Each table had a small wooden divider between them, enough to give a bit of separation but not full privacy.

Sofia and Renard were sitting right there. Roy and Samantha chose that nearby table on purpose so they could listen in.

They heard Sofia say, "Why did you call me here?"

Renard replied, "I'm sorry… about what happened that night. I wasn't in my right mind. I just wanted to apologize in person. I feel really ashamed about what happened."

Sofia sighed and said, "Alright… but you could've just said this over the phone. You didn't need to call me here."

Then she asked, "How did you even get my number?"

Renard said, "I got your number from Samantha's phone."

Sofia raised an eyebrow, noticing his hesitation. "If that's all you wanted to say, fine. Let's leave it at that. Please don't bring this up again—to anyone."

There was guilt and regret in Renard's eyes. He lowered his head slightly.

Sofia stood up, ready to leave.

Renard whispered, "I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that night."

Sofia froze mid-step. Her eyes narrowed as she turned back to face him. "Please… just forget it. That night was a mistake."

She added, "I don't want anyone else to find out—especially our spouses. I just want to treat that night like a nightmare and move on."

Renard nodded slowly, clearly hurt but understanding.

Just then, Samantha stood up from the adjacent table and stepped into view. Her voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"What night? What are you hiding from us?"

Her eyes were sharp, her expression burning with betrayal.

"What happened that you both don't want us to know? What are you trying to cover up?"

As soon as she said "us," Roy also rose from his seat, stepping beside her with a cold, unreadable stare.

Sofia turned toward them, and her face drained of color.

Her eyes widened in shock.She looked totally shocked. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't say anything. Her hands shook a little—like she'd been hit by something she never expected.

Roy said, "Let's leave. We should talk somewhere else."

They noticed other customers in the restaurant were starting to stare, so they quickly left.

After walking for a while, they found a park and sat on a long bench that looked like a small couch. Roy and Samantha sat down, while Renard and Sofia stood nearby, both looking down in shame.

Samantha broke the silence and asked, "Wait… are you talking about that night last week?"

She looked at Renard, trying to understand. Renard nodded slowly.

"What exactly happened that night?" Samantha asked again.

Renard glanced at Roy first, then at Sofia, before finally answering.

The moment he said it, Roy stood up angrily, grabbed Renard by the collar, and punched him hard in the face.

The punch was so strong that Renard's head snapped back and he stumbled, falling to the ground from the force.

Roy was about to hit him again, but Samantha shouted, "Stop, Roy!"

Roy snapped his head toward her, furious. "Why?!"

Samantha was angry too, but she stayed calm and said.

"Even if you hit him, will that really take away the pain of the betrayal you're feeling?"

Roy didn't need Samantha to explain—he already knew. Everything she said just repeated what he was feeling inside. The betrayal. The pain. The anger that felt like fire in his chest.

Renard stood up, his face pale but calm. He looked straight at Roy and said, "If it helps, hit me. Hit me as much as you need—until you feel better."

But Roy didn't move. He didn't even look at Renard. Instead, he turned to Sofia.

She couldn't look at him. Her head was down, and her hands were shaking in her lap. She looked full of shame.

Roy spoke in a low voice, full of hurt. "Sofia… why? Did you even think about me?"

Sofia slowly looked up. Tears were running down her face. "It wasn't meant to happen," she said softly. "I love you. That night was a mistake."

Samantha jumped in. Her voice was sharp. "A mistake? Are you saying you didn't sleep with him?"

Sofia's breath caught. "I was drunk," she said, her voice shaking. "Seeing you two together, laughing and flirting—it made me so angry. After that…"

Renard cut in. "She said no when I tried something. She didn't want it. But I pushed anyway. It was my fault. I forced it."

Something inside Roy broke.

He rushed toward Renard, full of rage—but stopped just before hitting him. His fists shook, and he was breathing hard. Samantha grabbed him, holding him back.

"Roy!" she shouted. "Stop. Think. If you want them to feel what you felt, don't lose control. Make them hurt the way you're hurting—but use your mind, not your fists."

Roy stood still. Stuck between heartbreak and rage. Between revenge and control.

Roy said, "Are you saying we should do the same thing?"

"Yes," Samantha replied without hesitation.

Renard lowered his head, guilt and pain written all over his face. "If it helps you feel better… then go ahead. I won't stop you."

Sofia gave a small nod, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.

Roy said, "If we do the same thing… then what's the difference between us and them?"

Hearing that, Renard and Sofia both looked even more ashamed, while Samantha felt proud of what Roy said.

Roy continued, "Even if we have sex, just to get back at them, it'll just be for revenge. And honestly, would it even feel right?"

For a second, the thought crossed Roy's mind—I could sleep with Samantha right now. But then he shook his head and looked at Sofia and Renard.

He said, "Even if I do sleep with her… it won't take away the betrayal I felt. That pain won't go away so easily."

Samantha said, "Alright, here's what we'll do—just for tonight, I'll stay with both Roy and Sofia."

Renard and Sofia looked at her, confused. Roy asked, "What do you mean?"

Sofia responded, "i meant Renard will just go home, waiting for me to come back after having sex with you. And Sofia will be anxious, wondering when you'll be sleeping with me under your roof before her eyes?"

Samantha added a she looked at Roy. "And not just that—if you want, we can even have a threesome. Me, Sofia, and you, Roy."