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.

could he think I’d had designs on Ann? I wanted to shout, I’m not a lesbian!

chips instead.“Zach’s got

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

though slightly deflated, quickly bounced back, grabbing the number from Zach. I found her

Maxwell stumbled in, drunk, two waitresses supporting her. Getting her off the yacht, Zach and I were hesitant, fearing another meltdown. Evan sighed and helped

to offer me a ride. I suggested taking Ann

but he got in the car anyway, leaving Zach and me to hail

passenger seat before disappearing. I buckled my seatbelt, the tension in the air