Chapter 4

Sonia looked at her pitifully, but Willow saw the provocation in her gaze. In that instant, she understood something—Sonia was the one who'd sent that photo to her!

She'd even revealed her rose tattoo on purpose to lay the truth bare.

What about Quentin, then?

Willow felt like her heart had been stabbed by millions of shards of glass. She looked at Quentin. Was it his intention to let her know, too?

Was he forcing her to ask for a divorce?

Quentin still looked like his usual tender self. "Willow, I'll help Sonia to the car so she can get changed. You should stay here and help me entertain the guests."

Willow suppressed her bitterness and forced out a smile. "Alright."

Still, her heart was heavy. She couldn't help recalling what she'd seen in the photo. Sonia and Quentin couldn't possibly go that far, could they?

For some reason, she subconsciously followed Quentin and Sonia.

"Ms. Jett?"

The elevator doors had slid open. Willow didn't notice this until someone called her name. As soon as she looked up, she saw Theodore and his assistant standing inside. Theodore's assistant, Clark Arden, was the one who'd called her.

Theodore was looking straight ahead. His handsome face was devoid of emotion.

"Sorry." Willow glanced at him before stepping forward awkwardly.

The enclosed space was stuffy. Willow checked her phone several times.

It took a while for the elevator to go from the 76th floor to the first. Theodore exuded an air of dominance even just standing there, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.

When they finally arrived at the first floor, Willow couldn't wait to get out of the elevator. She'd only taken a step when Theodore suddenly called out, "Ms. Jett."

"Yes?" Willow faltered and turned around.

Theodore looked at her, his gaze sharp and cold. "If anything goes wrong during the project, I'll immediately put a stop to it."

Willow was taken aback. When she realized he was doubting her condition, she straightened up and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Bassett. I know where to draw the line between business and personal matters."

He glanced at her and smiled slightly mockingly. "I hope so."

With that, the elevator doors slid shut again.

Willow stood there for a while. She didn't really understand what Theodore meant by that smile, but she quickly put it behind her. She hurriedly turned to walk out.

The temperature was lower outside the building. She'd only taken a few steps when she got goosebumps on her calves.

Willow looked around, finally spotting Quentin's car, which was parked beside the building. She didn't even need to get close to hear the muffled moans and groans coming from inside the car.

Willow stopped in her tracks. The car started shaking slightly. A woman's wanton moans and a man's suppressed grunts made their way into her ears.

The car doors were locked. The back seat windows were slightly fogged up, and Willow could vaguely see a hand pressed against it.

It was true!

…

Willow sat at the bar counter, downing drink after drink.

Quentin had betrayed her.

"Willow, I have a crush on you. I've had feelings for you for ages!"

"Marry me, Willow. I swear I'll treat you well."

"It's okay, Willow. It's okay even if we can't have kids. You'll always be my treasure."

Lies. They were all lies!

Willow's eyesight was blurry. She didn't know whether it was from her tears or something else. Her heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds.

For the past three years, she'd put in so much effort to uphold and protect her marriage, yet it had turned out to be nothing but a joke.