Chapter 3My Drunk Husband Called My Best Friend His Wife!

"Now that things have come to this, you only blame me for betraying you. But what about you? Have you ever thought about your own shortcomings?!"

"Where were you when I was lonely and desperate? Where were you when I was scared?"

Marcus was a master at clearing his name. Even when he was clearly in the wrong, he always found a way to walk away unscathed.

But not this time.

My eyes were bloodshot, a sign of extreme fury.

"Hah. So you wore this to have Jade beneath you, to let her pleasure you, right?"

When he was drunk earlier, and in the security video, he was wearing this same disgusting, sheer outfit to satisfy himself and pleasure Jade.

I was so angry my nails dug deep into my flesh, but Marcus seemed oblivious to my rage.

"Oh, so you're jealous of that, huh?"

"Come on!"

"I'll make it up to you, let you have some fun too."

He shamelessly lay on the sofa, spreading his legs, looking utterly perverse, as if he wanted me to defile him.

I felt an unprecedented insult. Before I could even react in anger, he yelled at me impatiently.

"Go on! I'm offering myself to you now, hurry up!"

To emphasize his supposed helplessness, he even reached up to tear away the flimsy fabric that barely covered him, revealing his supposedly flawless skin. But it was covered in hickeys and marks left by another woman.

Far from feeling desire, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Ugh!"

I rushed to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet for a long time.

My body trembled uncontrollably from the anger. Only then did I realize how shameless and unrestrained a pampered man could truly be.

When I came out, Marcus had changed his clothes and was carrying a suitcase.

"Stella, I don't want to fight with you. Let's separate for a while and cool down."

He didn't wait for me to speak, just opened the door and walked out, slamming it shut behind him – a clean, swift exit.

I pulled out a cigarette and stepped onto the balcony. As I lit it, I saw Marcus downstairs, sprinting towards Jade.

They were locked in an embrace, clinging to each other as if they wanted to melt into one.

So his idea of "cooling down" was just an excuse to spend the night at Jade's place.

By then, my heart no longer ached for him. Instead, it was terrifyingly calm.

Close to dawn, Jade sent me a video clip.

I tapped it open and immediately heard the foul gasps and moans of a man and a woman.

Then came the sight I would forever despise: Jade had completely thrown away any pretense of friendship, openly turning against me.

"See that, Stella?"

"You won against me so many times, but this time, I won."

"Your beloved man is beneath me right now. How pathetic and disgusting."

"Hahaha, aren't you furious? But what can you do? The angrier you get, the happier I am."

But my heart was as calm as still water. Where was the anger from last night?

I curled my lips in a sneer. "Jade, I don't want that man anymore. He's yours to play with."

"And also, you don't need to come to work tomorrow. I'm officially firing you. You're so eager to wear my sloppy seconds, so go ahead and wear him out! A kept man like Marcus isn't worth my love anymore."

As I was about to put down my phone, Marcus's angry voice boomed through. "Stella, how dare you talk about me like that?! Fine, I won't hold back either. You want a divorce, right? I'll make sure you lose everything!"