Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 3

I was trying my best to appear calm, desperately hoping that he would believe my lie. But my heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty.

I was pretending to act like I was used to doing this sort of thing so that he wouldn’t feel as guilty, but he seemed unperturbed, even smiling brightly at me.

Why do I feel like our roles are reversed?

“I should leave,” I told him, climbing out of bed.

“Want me to send you?” He sat up and got down from the other side of the bed, turning his back to me. Right then, I saw the long red marks on his back.

He noticed me staring and turned to glance at me in amusement. “You’re the first person to ever scratch me.”

“I didn’t mean to scratch you,” I argued.

“Then what was it?”

“You were hurting me, so I did it in self-defense.”

He laughed. “You’re the one who was too tight.”

“I thought you were saying that you’re too big?” The words escaped me before I thought any better of it, my cheeks instantly flushing after saying so.

“Lyle must have really hurt you, huh.” And just like that, he chalked up all of my actions to be the result of his best friend’s extramarital affairs.

So he knew all along that Lyle was cheating on me. I should have seen this coming. After all, birds of a feather flock together. I’m such an idiot.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded agitatedly.

He shrugged as he buttoned up his shirt. “Tell you what? That Lyle hooked up with one of my friends? Or should I have brought you to catch them in the act?”

I was rendered speechless.

He reached out for my hand. “Let’s go.”

“I don’t need you to send me home,” I snapped, slapping his hand away and standing up to leave. The truth was, I wasn’t actually angry with him. I just thought the gesture was unnecessary since I merely had a one-night stand with him to get back at my husband, and nothing more than that.