But in the next second, Chloe's blanket slipped, exposing the marks on her body for all to see.
Anyone could tell what had happened.
My breathing suddenly grew heavy.
Ariella's eyes filled with rage as she pointed at me. "Xavier, is this your idea of 'nothing happened'? You liar! I'm divorcing you!"
I was completely stunned.
I never expected things to turn out this way.
Last night, I went out drinking with friends, and Chloe suddenly showed up with her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend, Vincent, is from the northeast and has a bold personality. The two of them sat down and had a few drinks with us.
After that, I don't remember anything.
I've been drunk before, but I've never blacked out like this.
I asked Chloe, but she just cried and said she didn't know anything.
Feeling helpless, I called one of the friends I drank with last night.
"You were pretty drunk last night. She said your wife would come pick you up later, so we left.
"Her boyfriend wanted to stay, but he got a call and had to leave for something urgent."
From what I heard, Chloe was sober at the time.
But how did we end up in a hotel bed together?
I wasn't so full of myself to think she was interested in me or had set me up on purpose.