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

the fancy restaurant, Amber had resigned from her position to recuperate at home. Travis also moved into her

two of them lived in separate houses, their relationship was very harmonious. They’d had very

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

on the other hand, was a woman unfamiliar with the realities of society. Moreover, she’d grown up in a household where she’d never

to do any, if not all,

time Travis visited Amber’s house, he had almost run away in fright as soon as he

worn, those she hadn’t worn yet, underwear, jackets, coats, and overcoats–all of them were mixed together in a big heap.

fashion magazines she adored, there were also discarded takeout containers,

bedroom was even

messily than her couch. All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on her dressing table. Various bottles

had spent an entire day trying to clean her house up to a

even two days later, it had returned to its original, frightful state.

had tried talking to her about it multiple times. He’d advised her to clean her house at

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

barely get six hours of sleep in three days. When he returned home and saw the house filled with trash, the anger he had been trying to

she couldn’t breathe

have no intention