Chapter 76
It turned out that it wasnât my imagination or a misunderstanding on my part. Even my husband was now treating me as the person in this relationship who couldnât be seen by others.
While incessantly questioning me about my relationship with Jack, he also instructed me to hide behind the door and not come out.
It was hilarious.
âItâs not what you think.â Ryan reached out to touch my shoulder. I Instinctively stepped back, looking at him awkwardly. I didnât want to cry, but tears welled up in my eyes in an instant. âDonât touch me.â
âDonât touch me. My mind went blank in waves, leaving only this one thought.
âCharlotte, donât jump to conclusions. I just donât want toâ¦.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The expected knocking interrupted his words.
Jessica must have caused a scene in each private room, determined to find Ryan and me. Otherwise, it wouldnât have taken this long.
âGo home and wait for me, Iâll explain later.â
Before Ryan opened the door to leave, he left these words in a deep voice.
When I came back to my senses, the commotion outside the door had escalated. The door was forcefully locked from the outside, preventing anyone from going in or out.
It was not just that I wanted to get out, but those outside also wanted to come in.
âWhy are you stopping me? Iâm not going to do anything! Ryan, have you fallen for her? Why are you treating me like thisâ¦â
âJessicalâ Ryanâs harsh voice cut her off. âIâll ask you one more time, are you leaving or not?â
âAlright, Iâm leaving! Why are you being so harsh?â Jessica muttered in a coquettish voice.
Soon, the noisy sounds outside disappeared.
I leaned against the door panel to calm myself down, then slowly opened the door and walked out.
Unexpectedly, while the protagonist left, the onlookers hadnât dispersed yet. It seemed that everyone wanted to know what kind of person this âother woman was.
I wanted to reassure myself that as long as my conscience was clear, that was enough, but the disdainful and scornful looks felt like knives, stabbing into my chest one by one.
The pain made it hard for me to stand upright.
But the more this happened, the straighter I stood, walking confidently with every step, I repeatedly told myself, this wasnât a big deal.
Compared to the past, when my parents died, the family went bankrupt, and creditors blocked the door demanding payments, I even felt how hard their shoe soles were on my face. I told them my parents had
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passed away, but they didnât believe me and kept me locked in a dark room for two days. It wasnât until the police came that I saw the light again.
What was happening now was nothing compared to that. I just suddenly felt a bit of resentment.
Resentment towards Ryanâs coldness, resentment towards Ryanâs partiality. Resentment that he clearly didnât love me, yet he promised to marry me.
The door of Janeâs private room suddenly opened, Jack looked somewhat urgent. When he saw me, he quickly rushed over.
âYou and Ryan didnât leave?â
âNo,â I replied faintly.
Jack fell silent for a moment. He probably heard the commotion outside just now, but didnât mention it, only asking, âWant to go in for a while?â
Looking inside the door, it was obvious that it was lively.
It seemed that Tom had done something to provoke Jane, and in return, a few others were complaining. Nevertheless, since no one cared about the money, they were all willing to see Tom try every means to win the girlâs favor.
I shook my head. âYou go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I want to go back first. Could you please pass on the message to Jane for me?â
My mood was so heavy that I couldnât muster the spirit to enter. Even if I did go in, I would just ruin the
fun.
âI was just about to leave too.â Naturally, he checked his wristwatch and said, âIâll give you a lift.â
âOkay.
I felt exhausted, wanting only to go home as quickly as possible and retreat into my shell.
After getting into Jackâs car, I took out my phone and sent a message to Jane.
âJane, may I continue to stay at your house for a while?â
Before Ryan moved out, I didnât want to return to the Lake Garden.
I hadnât forgotten what he said to me just before he left. âGo home and wait for me.â
But why did I always have to stand where I was and wait for him?
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