Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 13

Gloria was already waiting for me. She wore a goose–yellow one–piece sport dress, paired with voluminous way hair that exuded a captivating charm, radiating youthful beauty and allure.

Gloria eyed me critically. “Seriously? You should’ve covered your neck too.”

I’m here to get a job, not get laid I thought my outfit was fine a sky–blue athletic set, a sleek high ponytail, natural makeup–clean, and decent.

“Honey, men are visual creatures.*

“If Evan just wanted a pretty face, the position wouldn’t still be open.”

“Beauty and competence aren’t mutually exclusive. Gloria playfully nudged me. Luckily, I brought an extra outfit. We’re about the same size, so you can wear this one.” Without waiting for my response, she dragged me into the changing room, forcing me to change.

I couldn’t say no. She was doing this for me.

According to Gloria, the outfit instantly transformed me into a seductive bombshell. The white sleeveless crop top and sizzling black pleated mini skirt hugged every curve of my chest, waist, and hips, while my perfectly proportioned legs looked positively hypnotic–captivating enough to utterly bewitch any man’s gaze.

“Oh my god.” Gloria dramatically covered her mouth. Olivia, you’re stunning! Julian is a fool to let you go. How is Rita even comparable?” I conveniently ignored the last part. Looking in the mirror, this outfit… Evan might think I was trying to seduce him.

“Gloria, I think…”

“Shh.” Gloria silenced me, answering a call. “Hello, Mr. Keller. You and Mr. Jones are already there? We’ll be right over.” -I couldn’t suggest changing back. We headed to meet them. On the way, I inquired, “Gloria, have you ever met Evan?”

little boy then–fair skin, chubby and adorable. But we stopped visiting them since

ten.”

The image of a plump, steaming bun

The one in a navy blue shirt and camel pants was Mark Keller. Beside him stood a man half a head taller, dressed in pristine white athletic wear. His stature was strikingly elegant–broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, his posture as graceful as a crane. When he turned his profile, the interplay of light sculpted his features into a breathtakingly

was little. He’s

“Crap!”

you’re head–over–heels for Evan, too?”

wondered why this world

noticed us. Mark waved, his eyes landing on me, full of admiration. Evan’s surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by

me

of it. Even though my

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Mr. Jones.” Gloria greeted them enthusiastically, introducing me.“This is my best friend, Olivia

Menu

No wonder you

not to understand and greeted them.“It’s an honor to

my mistake. My eyes trembled slightly… This wasn’t the first time I

the first time?” His gaze fixed on my

to hear that, my smile widening.“It’s a good day.” I looked at him, a mixture of nervousness and supplication. Don’t embarrass me,

deep voice held a hint of amusement, each word laced with a subtle indulgence. His smile shocked Mark and Gloria.