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

Chapter 31

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I clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling a sudden coughing fit, then turned tail and ran. I didn’t even glance back to see what Evan’s reaction was. The thick carpet muffled my footsteps, but he still heard me. Panic clawed at my chest. Had I been too obvious?

Back in the poker room, Zach visibly relaxed. “Mr. President, you’re back,” he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. If I’d been any later, they’d have suspected something.

When Evan returned, I’d planned to “attend” to Ann Maxwell, to cover my tracks, but he surprised me.“Ms. Maxwell’s resting. You don’t need to keep her company,” he said, a hint of displeasure in his tone.

he… could he think I’d had designs

ignored my internal turmoil, noticing the extra chips instead.“Zach’s got a lucky hand,” he

my beauty and intelligence bordering on predatory. It made my stomach churn. I forced a smile, grateful when Evan intervened, his warning clear enough to shut the lech down. I appreciated his defense, but it wasn’t surprising; it was typical of him.

Evan for his number, but he had Zach give it to her instead–a clear display of distance. Olivia, though slightly deflated, quickly bounced back, grabbing the number from Zach. I found her endearing, bravely pursuing her affection,

waitresses supporting her. Getting her off the yacht, Zach and I were hesitant, fearing another meltdown. Evan

no move to offer me a ride. I suggested taking Ann to a hotel. He sneered.“That’s a bright idea.

anyway, leaving Zach and me to hail

buckled my seatbelt, the tension in the