Chapter 2
288 Words
When they emerged, she was no longer wearing those black stockings.
They didn't just lean against each other in a sickly sweet way; their lips were locked together like magnets. As they kissed passionately, my hands clenched involuntarily. Just as I was about to rush over, I heard the man speak in a raspy voice, "Evelyn Hart, aren't you afraid Chase Carter will find out about us?"
The voice sounded increasingly familiar, though I couldn't quite place who he was at that moment. From where I stood, my girlfriend was all over him, practically hanging off his body. She looked up at him confidently, her eyes hazy, and replied, "It doesn't matter if he finds out. He's such a hopeless romantic; he'll just cry and beg me not to leave him."
Let me clarify one thing: I might be a hopeless romantic, but I am not a pushover, and I certainly don't enjoy being cuckolded.
Hearing her say that, I looked down at the property deed and the car keys I had intended to transfer to her name, lost in thought. To hell with being a hopeless romantic. When I got my house and car, my first instinct was to hand over everything, including my entire salary, to her. Thinking back on it, I wanted to slap myself a few times.
I had no desire to keep watching the two of them clinging to each other in the distance. Fortunately, I managed to restrain myself; throwing punches now would only put me in the wrong, and I'd likely end up being arrested for fighting.
I tucked away the villa keys and the Lamborghini keys. Very well. I may love her, but it seems she doesn't love my money.
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