The Secret Lover that I Hate

Chapter 2: Don't Want to Look

Phetai

I looked at the insignificant woman lying on the bed, oblivious to everything, with disdain before quickly getting dressed and leaving the room indifferently.

"Do you think your purity would mean anything to me?" I said with frustration, frustrated that I had been outwitted by that deceptive woman.

In the past, I didn't hate her. What I had seen and often heard from my mother or others when they came to this house and talked about her was that she was a well-mannered and very nice woman. But I didn't care. She was just the girl next door (from the countryside) whom I played with three or four times when we were young, that's all.

But who would have thought that last night, during my mother's birthday party, which she held at our house in the countryside, and invited that woman's family, I would fall into her trap and let her drug me. Even though she seemed so naïve, I didn't suspect anything. Fortunately, I only drank half a glass, so I still had some awareness.

The reason I let her take me to the room was because I wanted to teach her a harsh lesson, that she shouldn't play dirty like this with me. She probably thought her purity could trap me, but she was wrong. Such a fragile thing means nothing to me, especially when its owner obtained it through such low means. I see no value in it at all.

"Oh, Phetai, where are you going, dear?" my mother asked as I came down from the house.

"I'm going back to Bangkok." I was actually planning to leave tomorrow, but I'm really not in the mood to stick around anymore, so I'm leaving now.

"Weren't you going to leave tomorrow?" my mother asked in surprise.

"The company wants to have a meeting about the concert tour," I lied to my mother.

"What a shame. You should stay another day or two," my mother said with a hint of regret.

"Are you coming back with me, Mom?"

"No, dear. I'll have the car from home pick me up. You go ahead first."

"Alright, I'll head off then, Mom."

"Drive safely, dear."

After talking with my mother, I drove back to Bangkok feeling irritated and angry. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to see her or hear anything about her, I would have made her suffer much more. But since this happened at my house, if I did anything more, my mother might come up and see, and it would all fall apart, and it would ultimately play right into her hands.

I am Phetai, 26 years old, and my profession is a singer. The persona I show in front of the camera is polite, kind, and approachable, but that's just a facade I've created. But in reality, the real me is...

I am the youngest son in the family, with one older brother. Our family runs a large business both domestically and internationally, which has earned us the nickname "the mafia family." But I fell in love with music and chose to enter the industry, which has been the cause of my disagreement with my father since then and continues to this day.