“Jenson, I’m sorry you have to put up with this. If he weren’t so controlling, I wouldn’t need to make you work as a café boy just so we could see each other.”
With that, she tugged him toward the quick-stop hotel beside the café.
My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
Two whole hours later, I finally saw them emerge.
Willette leaned against Jenson Henry’s chest, her cheeks still flushed. He kissed her forehead with such tender affection that it made me sick.
So this was her so-called “routine”? Keeping her boy toy stationed right below her office, ready to meet her any time she wanted?
You were so clever, Willette.
You’d been lying to me all this time.
Once they left, I walked into the hotel and checked the security records.
Their names had been showing up there for a year.
The first booking dated back to March 15 last year.
The very same day, Willette returned to the workforce.
And the same day, I quit my job to stay home and take care of our child for her.
I drew in a deep breath, pocketed my phone, and drove home.
When I opened the door, there she was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, which was a rare sight. She poked her head out the moment she heard me.