CH.4 Suspicions And Facts
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The scene made me clench my fists into tight balls. With my head held high and my steps steady, I walked towards them. Lucas was staring down at the table in front of him, flipping through a file, while Jane sat opposite him. Her breasts were disgustingly exposed, her n*****s almost visible through her red dress adorned with gold strands that drew attention to her perfect, supermodel-like body. I could smell her seductive perfume from where I stood.
How could a man resist this? And if he did, for how long?
Was he really innocent? Had he had a relationship with her?
I stood silently behind him, aiming to hear their conversation. But as if he sensed my presence, he turned back and our eyes met.
At first, he smiled happily, but then a hint of guilt appeared on his face. Why did he seem guilty? Did that mean he...?
“Hey!” he said as he stood.
He approached me and tried to kiss my cheek, but I averted his kiss, pretending to fix my dress.
He stared at me knowingly but didn’t comment. Instead, he looked me up and down and whispered, “Gorgeous.”
I rolled my eyes in boredom. His words meant nothing when his actions contradicted them.
“Let's finish this later,” he said to Jane, who was glaring at me with disdain. Once Lucas turned to her, she immediately adopted a soft smile and said, “Yeah, go and enjoy the party, lovebirds. I wouldn’t disturb you except for an emergency!”
He extended his arm to me, but I ignored it and started walking. He placed his hand on my waist and guided me. I tried to pull his hand away, but I couldn’t. It would be embarrassing in front of the guests if I kept pulling his hand.
I whispered through gritted teeth, “Pull your hand off! Why are you touching me?”
He whispered back, smiling at couples passing by, “You are my wife. I touch whatever I want.”
He introduced me to some gentlemen and their wives.
Whenever he tried to put his hand on me, I avoided it. I heard him sigh several times, but I didn’t care.
“Let’s see Mom and Dad,” he said.
I walked beside him, and as we passed a quiet corner, he suddenly bent me to the wall, sniffing my scent, and whispered, “I smelled you the moment you stood behind me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t lie. I’m not that naive little girl anymore!” I mumbled sadly.
He raised my chin and retorted, “My little girl has grown up?”
He wasn’t expecting my reply, so he hit me on my butt, squeezing it under his palm, and said, “I’ll make it up to you tonight. I’ll make you scream like never before.”
“Are you trying to reconcile with me? Don’t waste your energy. I’m not going to forgive you, Lucas,” I scoffed.
Before he could reply, Jane called his name from behind us.
“Sorry for interrupting, but it's urgent, Lucas,” she said apologetically.
“Babe, give me a minute. I’ll check and get back to you,” he said and walked away.
I watched his back disappear before me, and Jane walked beside him, joining him every step of his work and life. Unlike me.
A minute passed. Two minutes. A quarter of an hour. Half an hour.
But he didn’t show up, and I started to feel extremely bored.
“Mrs. Marshall, right?” a male voice asked.
I raised my eyes to see a middle-aged man standing before me. He was smiling and stretching out his hand to shake mine.
I shook hands with him and said, “Yes, it’s me.”
“I’m Philip Whits, your husband’s friend,” he introduced himself. He sounded nice and gentle.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Whits!”
“Can I have the honor of this dance?” he asked gently.
I hesitated a little, but I wasn’t enjoying the party, and it was about to end! I hadn’t even danced despite my love for dancing.
“Okay! Why not?” I said with a smile.
We danced and chatted about various topics. Then he started telling jokes that made me laugh until tears streamed down my face.
“Oh God! Stop. I can’t stop laughing.”
Suddenly he stared into my eyes and said, “You’re so beautiful.” Then, out of the blue, he pressed his lips to mine.
I was shocked for a moment, but once I regained my composure, I pushed him away, slapped him across the face, and shouted, “How dare you? Don’t you know that I am a married woman who respects her husband?”
But he shocked me by laughing, then leaning forward and sneering, “Do you know where your husband is now? He’s enjoying himself with his personal assistant, and everyone here knows about the affair.”
I stared at him in disbelief. He studied my face, then continued, “Everyone knows Lucas considers you nothing more than the mother of his children and an ordinary housewife.”
“So why don’t you pleasure yourself with me? I bet he hasn’t satisfied you for months, or perhaps hasn’t even touched you,” he sneered, attempting to take advantage of the moment by reaching out to touch me.
This man really had guts. I slapped him again, more forcefully this time, then stormed away. His words kept cycling inside my head, causing unbearable pain in my heart.
The pain wasn’t just psychological; it was real, physical pain that caused my heart to tighten. I grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter and downed it in one gulp. One glass followed another until I felt dizzy.
I avoided seeing my parents-in-law or anyone from the Marshall family.
My body trembled, my head spinning, as I overheard guests looking at me with pity, whispering that Lucas had left me alone to join his assistant in a private room.
One of them said, “Just right under his wife’s nose.”
Why did I feel like everyone in this place was conspiring against me?
I couldn’t take it any longer. Instead of waiting for him, I went to the back wing of the building, searching for him.
I opened several doors but found no one. Suddenly, at one of the closed doors, I heard a loud laugh. It was Jane’s voice.
I extended my hand and held the door handle with trembling fingers, terrified of what I might see. Just before I turned the door handle, I fainted and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
As if my brain refused to witness a moment like this.
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