Chapter 3His Mistress’s Final Message Before Her Wedding

"We have a daughter now. Don't talk about divorce anymore."

I slapped his hand away, offering no response.

Lily woke up from our commotion, crying incessantly. I walked to her crib, picked her up, and started to soothe her.

Liam watched for a moment, then closed the bedroom door and left.

After I'd calmed Lily down and went to the kitchen to make a bottle of formula, I was hit by the strong smell of alcohol.

I looked at Liam.

He was sitting on the floor, his eyes glazed with a hint of drunkenness, several empty bottles scattered around his feet. He looked completely lifeless.

Was he wallowing in self-pity because his precious Chloe was getting married?

His phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at it, his eyes flickered, and with a trembling hand, he pressed answer.

"Chloe, I'm here."

Chloe's soft, almost childlike voice came through the phone, "Liam, she's not letting you come see me, is she?"

Liam's eyes darkened. "Chloe, she's my wife, and we have a daughter. I have to be responsible."

"I understand, Liam. You're so responsible, so committed, a good man. My judgment about men is never wrong." Chloe's voice was barely a whisper, as if she were about to crumble.

Liam gripped his phone, his voice gentle. "We shouldn't see each other anymore. Chloe, I wish you happiness."

Just as he was about to hang up, Chloe pleaded,

"Liam, can I say a few words to her?"

Liam paused, then handed me the phone. "Chloe wants to say a few words to you. Try to keep your temper in check, don't scare her."

I didn't take it, but Chloe seemed to know I was right there.

"Scarlett, since he's returned home, I beg you to be good to him from now on. The hardships and exhaustion he faces earning money out there are no less than yours."

"He doesn't like spicy food and prefers sweet lattes. Don't let him eat too many cold things in the summer; his stomach isn't good."

"Oh, and I bought him a massage device before. His neck and shoulders aren't great, so remember to give him a massage when you have time. Also, his career is on the rise, and you just gave birth to Lily not long ago, so be careful when you're intimate with him. Don't get pregnant again and distract him. Remember to use protection…"

I sneered, "Are you done?"

"So you can't let him go? Fine, I'll package him up and send him straight to your bed tomorrow, how about that? You can have a new groom!"

"Someone as shameless as you, you don't care what people say, right? Let everyone see you for…!"

Liam quickly snatched the phone away, yelling at me, "Shut up! What the hell are you doing?!"

I looked at him, my eyes burning with hatred. "She did it, so I'll talk about it! Liam, you two are absolutely disgusting! Flirting right in front of me!"

Chloe's soft whimpering instantly filled the room. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make your wife angry."

Liam's face darkened further. "Scarlett, apologize."

All rational thought was burned away by my fury.

It was like I was back in that hotel room, catching them in the act. I lunged at him, hitting and scratching. "Liam, are you even human?! You two deserve to rot in hell! Both of you!"

Liam pushed me away, covering his face, uncontrollably furious. "Scarlett, are you deaf?! Didn't you hear me say goodbye to Chloe just now?! If you keep acting like this, I swear I'll go to Manhattan and find her!"

As he said the last sentence, a clear spark of longing flashed in his eyes—a longing to see Chloe.

But he still had to play the role of the long-suffering, responsible good guy. It made me look like the villain, as if I was the one who pushed him to this point.

I scoffed, running back into the bedroom. I grabbed the clothes he'd just packed, threw them and the suitcase at him. "Get out!"

"Liam, I can't even stand to look at you; you make me sick."