Chapter 3
After going to bed, Kaneeta tossed and turned, not sleepy at all.
Her throat was dry, so she walked out of the room to fetch some water. When she passed the master bedroom, a sliver of yellow light caught her attention. The door had been left slightly ajar.
After overhearing him on the phone last night, she had moved to the guest room to sleep, claiming she felt unwell.
Right now, she heard faint sounds from the master bedroom.
They were so suggestive.
Soon, Edmund said, slightly panting, “Nya, cut it out. This is my home.”
“So? Are you worried she might find out about us?” Nyasia’s voice was affectingly sweet. “What are you afraid of, Ed? We’re a married couple.”
“Nya!” His voice suddenly turned serious. “What happened between you and me is already the past.”
“Ed…”
“I only married you to help you get rid of your abusive ex. Neeta and I have been together for five years. She’s my girlfriend, and I will marry her in the future.
“Once all your matters are settled, we’ll…”
His words cut off mid-sentence as those suggestive sounds resumed.
Snapping out of it, Kaneeta found her hands trembling violently.
A trace of mockery flashed in her eyes.
Edmund was a powerfully built man, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall. Had he truly resisted, Nyasia could never have had her way with him.
Was marrying Nyasia the only way to get rid of her abusive ex?
They were not only shameless but also hypocritical, pretending their affair was somehow justified!
“Ed, don’t you miss the time we were together? Kaneeta could never make you happy the way I did.”
“Nya…” Edmund’s voice grew utterly hoarse, thick with lust.
Soon, the room echoed with the lewd sounds of their entanglement.
Kaneeta had already recorded their conversation on her phone. A wave of nausea hit her, and she finally couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed into the bathroom, retching over the sink.
How disgusting! How ridiculous!
After she walked out of the bathroom, she received a message from the client. There was an issue with the project, and she needed to revise it overnight.
Though she was beat, she could only pull herself together to work.
As she turned on the computer, memories suddenly came flooding back to her. Back in college, Edmund had wanted to run for student council president. She had gone all out to campaign for him, cozying up to pretty much everyone.
After he won the election, she handled all his affairs, big or small.
Later, they graduated, and she worked at his company, pouring her heart into his career.
A dull ache in her stomach pulled her back to reality.
This project would be the last thing she did for him.
It wasn’t really for him, in fact. She just hated to see her and her team’s hard work over all those months go to waste.
Everything flashed across her mind, from her dedication over the five years, the great agony from that car wreck two years ago, her lost leg, her ruined dream, to the disgusting moans they made.
After getting to the bottom of the truth, she’d make them pay.
Early in the morning.
As Kaneeta walked out of the guest room, she smelled food aroma.
Turning around, she saw Edmund frying eggs in the kitchen, a pot of soup steaming next to him.
Nyasia stood at the kitchen door, looking at him with a smile.
“Ed, after all these years, nobody makes breakfast quite like you do.”
“Go sit at the table and wait for me,” Edmund said.
When saying this, he turned around to look at her, accidentally meeting Kaneeta’s gaze.
“Neeta,” he said, as gentle as ever, “morning.”
Kaneeta smiled self-mockingly.
Over the past three years, he had never cooked for her.
Once, she had drunk so much just to secure a deal for him and ended up with terrible stomach pain. Even so, he couldn’t be bothered to make soup for her. He had just asked someone to bring some soup over.
She had assumed he hated cooking or knew nothing about it. But now, she realized that she just wasn’t worth the effort.
