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

I stumbled, nearly crashing into his chest. At the last second, I grabbed the doorframe, using every ounce of strength to steady myself.“Morning,” I gasped, forcing a smile that was both strained and vaguely professional.

Evan looked at me, saying nothing. In that moment, his silence was a silent accusation, a questioning of my early–morning stealth. His self–righteous expression made me want to ask him if he wasn’t the one who’d gone on a couple of primal rampages the night before.

He was already dressed in a sharp, vintage dark brown suit, tall and elegant, every inch the sophisticated gentleman. Gone was the man from last night. I scoffed inwardly. He’d recovered quickly, and was already criticizing my sneaking around.

“I came to wake you,” I offered as a flimsy excuse.“We’re leaving this afternoon. I thought I’d pack.”

He was silent for a few seconds.“Let’s have breakfast first.”

Breakfast?! I didn’t want to have breakfast with him! The very thought was excruciatingly awkward.

backing away.“I

narrowed slightly.“Ms. Frost,” he said, his voice low and measured, “you chose to come in here. I hope you won’t regret it.” He didn’t elaborate, simply turning and leaving. I was completely baffled. Regret? Did he have someone hidden in the room? The question hung in the air until

painstakingly packed my

got downstairs, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room. “Did you redecorate upstairs?”

like lightning had struck me.“…” Why was he waiting for me“? I absolutely did *not* want to have breakfast

there,” he said, rising. Seeing me remain motionless, he added,

It was just… last night… plus what I’d discovered this morning… But as I sat down, seeing him bathed in the sunlight, his usual cool and austere demeanor, my mind conjured up images of him in his black robe, his shirt half–open, his eyes filled with desire… Worse, my started to fill in the blanks about him… alone…

mind

God! I was going insane! I closed my eyes, swearing it wasn’t intentional. I’m a grown

told you you’d regret it,” he sighed.