She glanced at me, then looked at Andrew with a weird, sarcastic expression.
"Don't tell me you regretted the divorce and came to stalk him?"
Luke and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Coming to a bridal shop? Of course—we're also here to try on wedding dresses."
Hearing my voice, Andrew suddenly raised his head. He stood abruptly and walked over.
"Elena?"
A disdainful snort-laugh. "I didn't expect you to have some tricks. Just a few days after the divorce, you already hooked another man."
"But your acting is too clumsy. You want to use this man as cover to stalk me—do you think I can't tell?"
I stayed silent.
After all, this kind of thing had happened before. In the period when Andrew had just started cheating, I was like I'd been possessed—crazily stalking him, crazily wanting to catch evidence, like self-abuse.
But every time, what I got in return was him hurting me even more recklessly.
He went from hiding it at the beginning, cheating in secret, to being brazen and self-righteous—even right in front of me, taking Sophie to a sex hotel to get a room. Or coming to the house, deliberately editing sex videos and sending them to me.