"Mr. Torres, you should spend more time with Serena. I know I was wrong. Serena looks so angry!"
Xavier looked deeply distressed as he comforted her.
"It's okay. It's late. Let me take you home first.
"I'll talk to her when I get back. It's all my fault for making her so unreasonable."
I fought the urge to slap him.
In the past, Xavier would never tolerate women like her flaunting themselves in front of me. He would always back me up.
Now, it seemed I was the unreasonable one.
I sneered.
"Take her to bed, why don’t you!"
Loretta blushed, and Xavier glared at me.
"Serena, what are you talking about? Have some manners!"
I yawned, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.
My words came out icy cold.
"Are you still here? Do you want to stick around and hear more rude comments?"
Loretta burst into tears and ran out the door. Xavier shot me a furious look and chased after her.
I laughed until tears came to my eyes.
Men were so fickle. After only three years of marriage, he didn’t have the patience to comfort me anymore.
It was late at night when Xavier finally returned, reeking of alcohol and carrying a takeout box.
He sat down beside me, opened the box, and gently slid it in front of me.