He Clenched Her Fists Tightly
1032 Words
Way too many things have happened these past three years, including her parents’ separation. The Fisher family had thrown her and her mom out. She was no longer a member of the Fisher family.
She rushed to the Hotel. She laid her hand on the doorknob of the room and found the door unlocked, so she opened it a crack.
Two voices emerged from the room.
Her face stiffened, and her heart instantly sank to the bottom of her chest.
She pushed the door open softly. As expected, she could see clothes strewn about the carpet, while two people were entangled with each other on a wide, soft sofa.
To Ishla, this felt like a stab in the heart. She thought that Mark had called her to reconcile. She didn’t expect that he actually had her come to witness this–her fiancé sleeping with another woman?
Over the past three years, he had treated her coldly and been completely indifferent to her. She often saw reports about his love affairs with a certain female celebrity or socialite from the newspaper, but she always believed that such were simply extravagant headlines based on gossip. She chose to believe that he wouldn’t do any of that.
She had always stood firmly by him, without even a shred of doubt. She had given him full respect and trust.
But now what was all that for? He cheated on her right in front of her!!!
How much did he hate her to have to humiliate her like that?
Thinking of how delighted she was on her way here, she felt like a complete, utter fool.
Ishla’s presence was noticed by the two people on the sofa. As the woman’s big nails ran across the man’s chest in a tempting way, she giggled and said, “Mr Mark, your fiancée is here…”
While talking to him, the woman kept glancing at her provokingly.
There was not one person in the city who hadn’t heard of Ishla, the No.1 socialite in the whole city. Her beauty was far beyond that of any other woman.
It was a pity that the No. 1 socialite’s glory was gone. Everyone wanted to take their chance to step on her and humiliate her, for no other reason than her much-envied beauty.
The woman was so complacent that she slept with Ishla’s fiancé.
A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. Kissing the woman’s neck, he said indifferently, “Ignore her, so disappointing! She just came to bring me clothes. Let’s continue.”
“How could you say that, Mr Carson? Haha…” The woman chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She clenched her fists tightly. It was unbearable. She took another step and walked in. The woman did not expect her to walk over. She lifted her coquettish eyes and looked at Ishla with provocation and disdain. What is she going to do? Smash things up or fight me? I’d be more worried if she didn’t do anything.
When she looked over, she realized that Ishla stopped two steps away from her, who was sneering at her.
Her gaze seemed to be saying, I’m already here to watch. You should put in more effort!
The woman felt as though she had taken a hard slap on the face. Her face was burning with embarrassment. She quickly clung to Mark and said flirtatiously, “Mr Mark, look at your fiancée…”
He stopped his movement as she walked toward them. He was looking forward to her next reaction.
An ordinary woman would either run away in tears or rush in and scream hysterically when they caught their fiancé cheating. However, she was rather calm. She stood there without making a sound.
She truly lived up to her name as the No.1 socialite in the city, considering her strong will. For the past three years, regardless of the humiliation that he or his mother inflicted upon her, she acted neither haughty nor humble.
Mark’s arousal suddenly subsided and his face grew grave. He smirked in disdain and asked, “What are you doing standing there?”
She put a lock of her hair behind her ear and spoke elegantly, “Since you told me to come, I shall cooperate and be a good audience.”
She lifted the corners of her rosy lips and formed a beautiful smile. She took her cell phone from her bag and said, “Why not I take a photo to commemorate this occasion? The CEO of the Emperor Group of multiple companies and his ordinary workers have some bedtime together. If this photo spreads, I’m sure you will make the headlines.”
“You…” The girl never thought she would be so blunt and sharp, pointing out the conflict of interest between her and him and threatening to ruin her future career.
“Get the f*ck off me!” Mark roared at the woman as he sat on the sofa with his glare fixed on Ishla Fisher.
If the photo got out, it would definitely cause a lot of chaos. The board would explode on him, not to mention that his father would definitely not let him off the hook.
Compared to his career, what was a worker to him?
The worker didn’t dare to disobey his order. She “humphed” at Ishla before she left the room.
There were only the two of them left in the room. He grabbed Ishla’s phone from her hand. He heard the camera shutter sound earlier and he thought she was capable of anything.
He wanted to delete the photo quickly, but the photo he found was merely a shot of the sofa corner. All that could be seen as the sofa’s colour.
He paused and looked at her.
There was a faint chill in her beautiful eyes. She looked a little disappointed and a little sad. Her commanding gaze made her look proud and aloof as she looked at him calmly.
He was stunned.
She extended her slender arm and put the paper bag on the sofa. She said softly, “The clothes that you wanted, I brought them here… Goodbye.”
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