Betrayed by My Fiancé, I Slept with His Uncle

Chapter 8

Zayden sat in his dimly lit study, the only light coming from the desk lamp. In front of him, the tablet screen still played the live broadcast of Gavin’s proposal to Ariel.

His hands clenched tightly on the sides of the chair. His jaw tensed. “So… that girl is still with my nephew,” he muttered quietly.

The memory of that night flashed in his mind—when Ariel had leaned in, teasing him with sharp words, taunting him with the insinuation that he was “not normal” and “didn’t work.” In the end, Zayden had lost control and slept with her.

His brows furrowed. “Then what was the point? Seducing me that night, but still staying with Gavin?”

Zayden exhaled heavily and set the tablet down on the desk. His head lowered slightly, an odd mix of irritation and confusion settling in his chest.

“Why should I even be upset?” he asked himself. “Didn’t I tell her to forget that night?” He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. It felt like something was bothering him, but he refused to admit it.

Zayden reached for a bottle of wine from the shelf beside his desk, poured it into a glass, and took a slow sip. The ticking of the clock echoed clearly in the stillness of the room.

“Fool,” he muttered before downing the rest of the wine in the glass.

Meanwhile, Ariel had just arrived home. Gavin’s car stopped in front of the gate.

“Thank you for accepting my proposal, Baby,” Gavin said with a smile. “I’m so happy. After this, we’ll set the official date. I want to throw a lavish party for our engagement.”

Ariel only gave a small nod.

Gavin turned off the engine, then glanced at her. “Before you go…” he said, leaning closer.

Ariel instinctively leaned back a little. “What?” she asked, pretending not to understand.

Gavin gave a faint smile. “I want to kiss you like we usually do. It’s been a while. Don’t you want to?”

Ariel smiled awkwardly. “I’m tired, Gavin. I have an early meeting tomorrow. My head feels a bit heavy. So, I’m not in the mood to kiss.”

Gavin frowned slightly. “Alright, I understand. But you’re really okay, right? You’re not sick?”

“No, just tired,” Ariel said, trying to sound convincing.

Gavin looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Get plenty of rest, then.”

“Yeah. Thanks for your care and understanding, Gavin.” Ariel quickly opened the car door and stepped out.

Gavin followed, standing by the car. “Sleep well, Baby. I’ll love you forever.”

Ariel only gave a brief wave before going inside. Once the door closed, she leaned against it and let out a long sigh.

Gavin didn’t notice Ariel’s change in behavior at all. He simply chose to trust his fiancée.

Elsewhere, in an apartment, Zayden was still staring blankly at his half-filled glass of wine. He tried to ignore the irritation that had been gnawing at him.

His phone buzzed on the desk—a notification from the Chandra family group, showing photos of Gavin and Ariel’s proposal already spreading on social media.

Zayden glanced at it briefly before switching off the screen. “Not my business,” he muttered, though his tone sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Yet even after his fourth glass of wine, the image of Ariel that night clung stubbornly to his mind.

“Damn it! Why does the way that girl moaned my name keep replaying in my head?”