His friends, disappointed by my sudden miscarriage, hadn’t had their fill of fun.
Mike’s face instantly turned cold. "Tomorrow is my wedding with Karen. If I’m not going back to be with her, do you expect me to stay with you guys?"
The crowd fell silent, too afraid to speak.
But Jane boldly wrapped her arms around his neck and acted coquettishly. "Mike, can you stay with me tonight? Starting tomorrow, you won’t belong to me anymore. I’m so sad..."
"Jane! You need to know your place. I promised you I would throw a fortune at you tonight to help you unwind and you should be content. I don’t like greedy women!"
But his cold, harsh words were easily shattered by Jane.
"Mike, I bought your favorite maid outfit. Tonight, you can tear it up to your heart’s content…"
The air froze for a moment.
I heard Mike’s breathing suddenly become heavier, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He pulled out his phone and sent me a voice message, his tone unbelievably gentle.
[Karen, I drank too much at the bachelor party tonight, so I’m staying at a friend’s place. You sleep well and tomorrow I’ll marry you.]
After he sent the message, he lifted Jane by the waist.