Adrian Pei was caught having sex in my car.
This time, he didn’t even bother to hide it.
The window slid down, and Adrian leaned out, reaching back to drape a wool blanket over the girl behind him.
“Weren’t you supposed to be at your MBA class today?” he asked casually. “Why’d you suddenly come home?”
Behind him came the rustling sound of clothes being hurriedly pulled on.
He shifted slightly, shielding the girl more tightly, murmuring over his shoulder, “Don’t be scared.
”
Then he looked at me.
There was a faint uneasiness in his eyes—probably remembering the scenes I used to make whenever I caught him cheating.
Smashing things. Screaming. Refusing to let it go.
But he didn’t know.
The blood oath I signed seven years ago—
expired today.
Soon enough, he and I would be strangers.
I pulled open the car door.
The backseat was a complete mess. Torn black stockings. A used condom tossed carelessly aside.
A wave of nausea surged up, and I gagged uncontrollably.
“Why did you bring someone into this car?”
Adrian buttoned his shirt slowly, unhurried.
His eyes swept across the car as if it were nothing.
“It was convenient,” he said lightly. “Didn’t think that much about it.”
He smirked.
“Can’t exactly bring someone home, can I, wife?”
The girl scrambled out of the car in panic.
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