Chapter 3The Sweetness of Revenge

That night, Liam didn't sleep beside me.

He said he had business at the company.

I properly straightened his clothes and watched him leave.

Not long after, Serena called: "Hey, I think I saw your Liam. He's with my bastard husband. I heard they ordered quite a few escorts, but don't worry, your Liam doesn't play that wild; it's usually just one-on-one."

In the dark, I turned on the lamp: "And how many male models did you order?"

Serena burst out laughing: "I used to invite you out, but you're an outlier. You hate this stuff and don't understand the fun of it. Abby, you need to broaden your horizons. It's better when husbands and wives play together. If one stays strictly faithful, it just leads to frustration."

I remained silent.

Her voice continued: "Abby, I know what you want. But you have to realize, when you reach a certain level, women swarm these men, and they're surrounded by flattery and sycophants. It's too hard to stay clean."

"I haven't stayed clean," I said quietly.

Serena let out a sound of surprise, sounding very interested: "You're keeping someone too? Who is it? Tell me."

I was just about to speak when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

I smiled and hung up the phone abruptly.