Chapter 7

Theodore looked deadly serious. It didn't feel like he was joking.

Willow was stunned. Her ears turned red as awkwardness and embarrassment washed over her.

Indeed, she was the one who'd seduced him last night, but she thought sleeping around was a regular thing for someone like Theodore. Yet now, he was telling her last night had been his first time.

Theodore looked at Willow, whose head was bowed as her mind wandered. She had his shirt on, revealing a little of her collarbone. The hickeys on it were plain to see.

The memories of last night flooded his mind, and his eyes darkened. He looked away from her.

"I'll give you a week." Theodore stood up. His voice was calm but firm. "I want to see your divorce agreement in a week."

…

Willow got into the back seat of the car as the driver drove her.

Her head was still hurting from her hangover. She massaged her temples, thinking about Theodore demanding her to get a divorce. She felt like she was dreaming.

How ridiculous was this? So much had happened in one night. She'd learned about her husband cheating on her with her secretary, and she'd slept with a business partner after getting drunk at a bar. Now, that business partner was demanding she get a divorce and take responsibility for him.

Willow's expression turned serious. Even if Theodore hadn't mentioned anything, she would've gotten a divorce anyway.

Quentin had betrayed her and blatantly cheated on her. What would she be if she were to swallow this and move on?

There was no doubt she would get a divorce, but she couldn't let Quentin off the hook so easily. Before leaving, she had to teach the two cheaters a lesson.

…

The driver sent Willow to Northside Gardens, a residential area north of the city.

Two years ago, Willow scored a huge deal and earned the company a lot of money. After that, Quentin bought a villa there and moved the whole Strand family over after furnishing the place.

Willow stood at the entrance and combed through her hair before walking in.

As soon as she opened the door, the housekeeper, Wendy Maine, said loudly, "My, you're finally home, Madam Willow!"

It was as if she couldn't wait for everyone in the house to hear that Willow was back. "We were worried sick when you stayed out the whole night!"

Willow walked inside, looking cool and distant.

"Where have you been, Willow?" Quentin hurried over to her when he saw her. "I kept calling you throughout the night, but you never answered. I was so worried."

Willow was a little pale as she tried not to think about the disgusting things she'd caught him and Sonia doing. She smiled gently as she usually would and said, "I'm fine. It was late last night, and I didn't see you around, so I spent the night at Joey's place."

"I saw Joey's story on Instagram saying she's away on a business trip, though. Why are you lying, Willow?" Quentin's sister, Stephanie Strand, sat on the couch nearby, eating a strawberry. She grinned, looking like she couldn't wait for a fight to break out.

Quentin's mother, Gina Lambert, looked displeased at this. She said mockingly, "You'd better watch out, Quentin. Some people may not be able to have kids, but she sure could be a cheater."

She sounded unbelievably insulting.

The blood drained from Willow's face. She clenched her fists tightly without saying anything in response.

She'd always known that Gina didn't like her. When she and Quentin married, Gina didn't like the fact that she was from a regular family.

After marriage, Gina had mocked her repeatedly for being infertile. She'd said all sorts of terrible things in the past.

"Mom!" Quentin wrapped an arm around Willow, looking stern. "Don't say such horrible things. We had a celebratory party at the company last night, and Willow helped me attend to the guests. It's only normal that she would've gotten drunk. I trust her!"

He gave Willow a reassuring glance.

If not for her witnessing last night's events, Willow would've been extremely moved. Wasn't Quentin such a loving, gentle, and considerate husband?

But disgust welled up in her when she thought about the countless times he and Sonia had slept together behind her back, times that she didn't know about.

Willow pushed him away. "I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to head upstairs."

"Quentin, that outfit Willow is wearing is really expensive. When did you buy it for her? I want the same thing, too!"

"Quentin, why are you still keeping a wife like her around? For all you know, she could've been cheating on you for years!"

Stephanie and Gina spoke one after the other. Their words were either nonsensical or mocking.

Quentin stood at the foot of the stairs as he watched Willow head upstairs. His expression turned serious.

He couldn't help feeling there was something different about her. Had she noticed something last night?

Willow shut the door behind her immediately after heading into the bedroom. She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving and her eyes red.

What had she been doing for the past three years?