Chapter 2
“What’s wrong? Why are you spacing out?”
Dylan walked out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry as he looked at me curiously.
I snapped back to reality.
Then I looked up at Dylan.
He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, perfectly defined abs.
Dylan had always kept himself in incredible shape.
People used to envy me for it: “Just look at him! As long as he’s not committing murder, what could you possibly not forgive? Especially when he’s so devoted to you!”
I’d always thought Dylan was devoted to me too.
But it turned out that was just what I thought.
“Oh, someone called you earlier. Didn’t say a word and just hung up. You might want to check it out.”
“Probably just a spam call. Don’t worry about it.”
Dylan’s expression stayed perfectly natural as he took his phone.
He tossed the towel into the laundry basket and grabbed his cigarettes from the table.
“I’m gonna step out on the balcony for a smoke.”
Since I hated the smell, Dylan always smoked on the balcony.
So, he wasn’t really going out there to smoke.
Just a few minutes later, Dylan came back in.
He started getting dressed while talking to me.
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Chapter 2
“Babe, I gotta head out. Something urgent came up. Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
“What happened?”
“Sean’s having issues with his equipment. Don’t know if it’s just his luck, but everything was working
fine during testing, then the moment it gets to him it’s either glitching or crashing. I need to go check
it out. If it runs too late I’ll just crash there instead of coming home.”
“Is Chris going with you?”
“Yeah!”
So convincing!
Facts, evidence, even a witness.
I nodded.
“Drive safe.”
Dylan left in a hurry.
Then I stared at our wedding photo on the wall for a long time.
I just couldn’t understand.
Why?
Why would Dylan cheat?
And that girl.
Who was she?
Her face, her financial dealings with Dylan, those social media posts…
One by one they flashed through my mind.
Suddenly, I caught onto something.
[ frantically grabbed my phone.
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I’d seen this girl before.
It was about six months ago.
Dylan had been taken to the police station for getting into a fight.
I went to bail him out.
He was okay physically, just a scrape on his cheekbone.
But he was in a terrible state–eyes full of rage, radiating violence.
Seriously, I hadn’t seen Dylan like that since his teenage years.
He’d beaten the other guy to a pulp, clearly going for blood.
The guy was demanding apologies and compensation.
Dylan just scoffed coldly.
If I hadn’t held him back, he would’ve gone at him again.
After everything was sorted out, I led him away.
A girl in work clothes rushed up to us.
She thanked Dylan profusely: “Sir, if I hadn’t run into you today, I don’t know what would’ve happened. Really, thank you so much!”
I was stunned and looked at Dylan.
He looked completely annoyed.
“I’d suggest you find a different job.”
The girl’s face fell.
“If I had any other choice, I wouldn’t…”
But Dylan looked even more irritated and cut her off harshly.
“Not my problem. Do whatever you want!”
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Melody had come with me that day.
As Dylan brushed the girl off and strode away, she grabbed my arm: “Don’t you think that girl looks like you? At least three or four points similar?”
Back then, I just laughed it off, thinking she was reading too much into it.
But I couldn’t help glancing back at the girl a couple more times.
The memory overlapped with the photo in front of me.
It was her.
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