Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 29

Travis licked his lips and spoke, his voice hoarse. “Please send me the address. I will be there shortly.”

Larissa’s assistant switched off the camera and sent over the restaurant’s address.

When they heard that Travis was coming over to pick Larissa up, the group started gossiping again.

“Looks like the two of them are still together!”

“Ms. Seymour really is patient! Her husband had an affair, and she still hasn’t divorced him!”

“What else can she do? Society puts more pressure on women than men. It’s harder to find a partner when you’re a divorced woman.”

“They have no children anyway. Based on Ms. Seymour’s looks and financial status alone, even if she was divorced, plenty of people would be lining up to pursue her, regardless!”

“Alright, alright,” Larissa’s assistant interrupted. “Regarding Ms. Seymour and her husband’s private matters, let’s all forget what we heard today. Don’t you all start spreading rumors about this outside of this room.”

that time, Travis was still working overtime in his office.

Amber had resigned from her position to recuperate at home. Travis also moved into her rental

They’d had very few arguments too. Yet, after spending

and Larissa were both very busy with work, so the two of them had decided to split the burden of doing household chores between them. Sometimes, when Travis‘ team had a project to launch, he would be so busy that he could only return home after three or

she’d grown up in a household where she’d never had to experience hardships. She

if not all,

house, he had almost run away in fright as soon

with clothes, including those she had worn, those she hadn’t worn yet, underwear, jackets, coats, and overcoats–all of them were mixed

from the fashion magazines she adored, there were also discarded takeout

her bedroom was

was piled up even more messily than her couch. All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on

trying to clean her house

later, it had returned to its original, frightful state.

tried talking to her about it multiple times. He’d advised her to clean her house at least once every two days to maintain its cleanliness.

to try, but she had never once followed through on her promises.

of sleep in three days. When he returned home and saw the house filled with trash, the anger he had been trying to suppress finally erupted.

Amber that night. In the end, it only stopped when Amber cried till she couldn’t breathe and yelled about the pain in her stomach. He had held and kissed and comforted

seemed to have no