He hissed in my ear, “Phoebe, would it really hurt to give in to me?”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for your comfort? How many years have I waited?
“Do you know how happy I was when you said you wanted cake?”
“And then you turn around and make a fool out of me?”
He lifted hi
this head, eyes bloodshot, staring at me. I fought back tears and glared back defiantly.
In the d dim room, silence stretched between us, neither willing to back down.
Wesley leaned in closer, about to kiss me when his phone rang.
It was Cora Miller
Wesley paused but answered.
Theard Cora’s tearful voice, “Mr. Miller, are you really leaving me for Sister Mabel? You obviously like me.”
“I’m at a bar, drank too much, and some guy is bothering me…”
Tm scared. Can you come pick me up?”
Wesley didn’t respond at first; he just looked at me, then smirked coldly, whispering, “Phoebe, beg me.”
“Beg me to stay. If you do, I won’t leave.”
He seemed to have forgotten.
A long time ago, I swallowed my pride and pleaded, “Wesley, can we talk calmly for once?”
“Can we stop fighting?”
“Can we just be together properly?”
“Can you treat me a little better?”
Back then, Wesley just stared at me coldly and laughed, “Phoebe, you’re not worthy”
Those words have been a thorn in my heart ever since.
Today, I finally got to return the favor.
I grabbed him by the collar, enunciating clearly, “Wesley, you’re not worthy.”
Wesley fell silent for a moment, then laughed at himself.
He put the phone back to his ear and told Cora, “Til come pick you up.”
Without another glance at me, he got up, slammed the door, and left.
The next day, photos of Wesley fighting another man over Cora were all over the community. It was the first time his affairs with another woman became public knowledge.
Reporters were camped outside my door, bombarding me with questions when I left
Wesley’s company had grown rapidly in recent years and wielded considerable influence in Beijing circles. Young, wealthy, and handsome, he was quite the online celebrity, frequently trending
A girl asked, “Mrs. Miller, do you have any comments on Mr. Miller and Cora?”
I kept walking, not looking back, and replied, “One’s a man cheating during marriage, and the other is a woman knowingly becoming a mistress. What do you expect me to say?”
The girl pursued, asking, “But I heard that when Mr. Miller was at his poorest, you left him for money.”
“Then when he succeeded, you manipulated him emotionally to marry you…
“And now that Mr. Miller has found true love with Cora, you’re clinging to the title of Mrs. Miller, calling others a mistress.”
“Don’t you think you’re the bully here?”
I stopped, smirked coldly, and grabbed her work ID.
She was an intern reporter, with a student ID from Nanshan University inside her badge holder.
I calmly asked, “Are you Cora’s friend?”
“Everyone knows Wesley did everything to marry me. Do you really think I was eager to marry him?”
