Before his words even faded, Serina cupped his face and kissed him deeply, like two long-suffering lovers finally crossing mountains and rivers to find each other again.
And me? I was the intruder. The third wheel.
My ears buzzed, my hand shook so violently I nearly dropped the phone.
Another message from Enzo came through.
[After mediation, the two of them went straight to a nearby hotel. I'll send you the address.]
Almost at the same time, Serina's message popped up.
[Hubby, the project is a little complicated. I won't be home tonight. Get some rest early, love you~]
My knuckles turned white from clenching my fist. Claire noticed and looked at worriedly.
"Marvin, are you okay? Just say the word—your friend is ready to roll."
I wiped away my tears, the last trace of warmth in my eyes completely gone.
"Of course. We'll let everyone see exactly what a good bestie does in a hotel room."
Serina cared most about her precious reputation. So I'd tear that mask right off her face in front of the world.
—
Outside the hotel.
I opened a livestream, with a caption: "How Close Can a Wife and Her Male Bestie Get?"
A few viewers trickled in.
[Another baseless rumor, I bet.]