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

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Evan added, “Tell her you’re no longer with the previous company, so frequent dinners with former colleagues aren’t appropriate anymore. Just keep interactions professional.”

…Fine, I’ll talk to her.”

His ears are incredibly sharp. What was wrong with my former subordinate inviting me to have lunch? Or did he believe I’d compromise sensitive corporate data during lunch?

Evan continued walking into his office. I sighed deeply.

Zach stared pensively at the closed door of the CEO’s office. Could Mr. Jones be…sexually frustrated?

He turned to me, offering a sympathetic consolation.“It’s not your fault. Men sometimes have trouble controlling themselves, like during menopause.”

What? Do guys get their version of a petiod?

Seeing my puzzled look, Zach said, “Don’t panic, I’ll help you.”

I appreciate that, but how? Wait, are we even thinking about the same thing?

”

At 11:20 AM, I drove away from the company. Ocean Spring was near the Shaw Corp; it took about twenty–eight minutes to get there.

It was a Japanese restaurant, a frequent spot for company gatherings.

Traffic was congested, and I arrived there around twelve o’clock.

The restaurant owner greeted me warmly and told me Mandy was in the private room.

I headed inside, wondering why they needed such a large room for just two people. My hand hovered like a hummingbird at the private room’s door–hesitation crystallizing into a furrow between my brows. Before I could retreat, the door swung inward on its own..

“Ms. Frost.”

Mandy appeared at the doorway, pulling me inside.

“I must’ve overthought-” The thought died as footsteps echoed from behind the lacquered screen.

It was Julian!

was just bait to hook your

the air. I pivoted sharply, only to have Julian block my escape route with predator grace.“Mandy,” he commanded without glancing back,

I wouldn’t give a second glance to someone

me.

quickly left the

out of my

my eyes filled with ice and

was, I’d consider those eight years wasted, and move on after the divorce. Or, if he’d sincerely repented, showing remorse before the divorce, I would

affectionate, claiming to only love me while getting

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being repeatedly force–fed excrement. His feelings for everyone were fake; he only loved

“I wanted…”

avoided my eyes.“To

Menu

was sharp as a knife.“I don’t want to hear you. But since you’re standing here and won’t let me pass, let me tell you: from now on, we’re enemies. I will make Rita pay. As long as

it!”

learned, calcify into specters over

two steps back, trying to leave. I reached for the door, only to find it locked.

make everything under control, I thought I could move forward and find what I once had. But the road ahead is gone–there’s nothing left for me to walk

“Open it now!”

the door. I didn’t even

done speaking. He approached and stood next to me.

straight to the point.“Write a letter of forgiveness for Rita. From now on, she won’t bother

I stopped abruptly.

to him, I couldn’t even believe

with her current health condition, we can handle it so she won’t go to jail.”

“Slap!”

about it. I will

visible. He didn’t get angry, simply turned his face and continued, “It’s the best way, Olivia. You can’t win, and in the end, you’ll be the one hurt. If you’re relying on Evan to help, you’ll be disappointed. He would have helped if he wanted to. He’s

won’t invest

you,

if you don’t care about yourself, think about your parents, your

shocked

like seeing a terrifying ghost.