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

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

separate houses, their relationship was very harmonious. They’d had very few arguments too. Yet, after spending more and more time together, conflicts

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 four in the morning. Larissa would then voluntarily help him

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, which resulted in her

do any, if not all, household chores.

he had almost run away in fright as soon as he

couch was piled with clothes, including those she had worn, those she hadn’t worn yet,

apart from the fashion magazines she adored, there

her bedroom

double bed was piled up even more messily than her couch. All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on her dressing table. Various bottles had been overturned and spilled over, but Amber had

spent an entire day trying to clean her house up to a livable state.

later, it had returned to its original, frightful

advised her to clean her

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

of sleep in three days. When he returned home and saw the house filled with trash, the anger

In the end, it only stopped when Amber cried till she couldn’t breathe and yelled

to have no