Maybe I should be reflecting on my taste in clothes. If Ashton’s wearing the same suit as Hunter, might we be in a similar situation ourselves?

I had always thought that keeping secrets from someone was nowhere near as difficult as pretending nothing was wrong in front of them.

Emery’s attention had been consumed by Audrey and Gregory these few days. She brought Xavier along with her on her daily visits, and she typically spent an entire day at our house. Before Emma and I had even left the mall, we were bombarded by a slew of WhatsApp messages from her, urging us to go back.

Emma and I were terrible liars. We exchanged looks and prepared to stay out until it was late.

We had only just settled down in a cafe when Hunter showed up.

He found us easily thanks to his towering height. He then started walking toward us.

Emma gave up her seat and sat on a chair directly next to mine.

The cheating men that I had encountered in the past typically behaved in a stiff, panicky, or furious manner. I had never seen one as calm as Hunter.

a university professor. His courteous exchange with the waiter almost made our meeting seem like a casual get-together rather than

were all fooled by his

cup for a moment before lifting his gaze to us. Upon seeing my impatient gaze, he spoke

didn’t ask

at me and said, “I’ll

you going to tell her?” I asked

a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. He answered resignedly,

promise, Professor Zane, or you’ll lose whatever little respect we have for

his nose bridge countless times in the past, but the action merely disgusted me now. I placed a few bills on the table to cover the

way home, my emotions were

that woman was better than Emery. Yet this had

but a cheap commodity to be discarded once

night. We thought Emery had left, but there was a hubbub in the living room when we walked in.

toward me and dragged me toward

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