Seeing her flushed nose, Ryan scolded me for being too harsh.
In front of everyone, he pulled Monica into his arms to comfort her.
After the event, I overheard their conversation.
“Ryan, you scolded Emily for me just now. Aren’t you afraid she’ll be mad? If she refuses to let you into the bedroom tonight, don’t suffer. Just come play at my place… my husband isn’t home, you know what I mean…”
Inside the private room, Monica straddled Ryan’s lap, teasing him endlessly.
She leaned in to kiss him, but Ryan held the back of her head and deepened it.
His eyes burned with desire.
“Are you sure? Emily’s missing teeth now—I don’t even want to sleep with her anymore.”
His words pierced me like knives.
Maybe I should have stormed in and confronted him,
but reality left me paralyzed, listening to their cruel laughter.
Monica cooed, “I’ll wait for you tonight.”
Ryan whispered something suggestive in her ear.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she playfully hit his chest.
Watching them heat up, my stomach churned.
I forced myself to stay calm and snapped photos of their intimacy.
Then I called my best friend.
“Sophia, help me find Monica’s husband.”
Within minutes, she had dug up information.