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.”

Travis was still working

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

the two of them lived in separate houses, their relationship was very harmonious. They’d had very few arguments too. Yet, after spending more and more time together,

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

hand, was a woman unfamiliar with the realities of society. Moreover, she’d grown up in a household where she’d never had to experience hardships. She grew up living in comfort and luxury,

do any, if not all, household

had almost run away in

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

table, apart from the fashion magazines she adored, there were also discarded

mess in her bedroom was even

All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on her dressing table. Various bottles had been overturned and spilled over, but Amber had not bothered

day trying to clean

even two days later, it had returned to

times. He’d advised her to clean her house at least once

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

could 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 suppress finally erupted.

cried till she couldn’t breathe and yelled about the pain in her stomach. He had

have no intention of