Chapter 8
Ken never cared whether Jenny was lying to him. He just loved the feeling of a woman going out of her way to please him.
Ken was confident in his high social standing and the fact that I loved him too much to leave. He flaunted his relationship with Jenny, assuming I wouldn’t have the guts to betray him.
So, when I exposed Jenny’s act, he brushed it off. However, my affair threw him into a panic.
When Ken could not reach me, he started to find ways and corner me. After a week, he finally did.
Ken usually looked polished and refined, but his eyes became bloodshot, and he seemed unhinged.
He grabbed my wrist. “Mayson, I know you only cheated with Tim to get back at me. Just end things with him, and I’ll forget this ever happened. We can go back to being a happy couple.”
I yanked my hand away. “No. Tim would die without me, and you wouldn’t want to drive your best friend to his death, would you?”
“Tim’s just fooling you so you’ll stay with him. He used to get into fights all the time. He let me hit him just to make you feel sorry for him. He’s-”
I cut Ken off. “I know he’s faking it. I don’t mind. You knew Jenny was faking it, and you didn’t mind. You understand me, right?”
Ken went pale.
I ignored him and walked away.
However, he chased after me and shouted, “I do love you! That’s why I never cared about your background, but the Harris family will never let Tim be with a married woman, even if he likes you!”
Tim had just gotten out of his car and overheard Ken.
Tim quickly assured me, “Mayson, don’t listen to him. My family always thought that I had feelings for Ken. Now that they know I actually have a woman I care about, they’re thrilled! If you want, we can have the wedding tomorrow.
Ken furiously lunged at Tim, but in the end, Ken was the one crying out in pain.
Tim, looking pitiful, complained, “My face is bruised, and I didn’t even complain, but Ken’s acting like he’s about to die, and he’s not even hurt. He’s just trying to get you to feel
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sorry for him.”
“I know.”
If I had not spent my childhood fighting in the orphanage, I might have been fooled. I knew he targeted all the spots that hurt without leaving a mark.
I did not call him out on it, though.
“Are you in pain?”
“A lot…”
I helped Tim into the car and went home with him.
The news of my affair spread fast, and the Chapman family was embarrassed, eventually pressured Ken into divorcing me.
On the day we finalized all the divorce paperwork and left the courthouse, Ken,looking dejected, asked, “Are you going to marry Tim?
“It’s none of your business.”
I saw Tim waiting by the car with a bouquet of roses. I walked over to him with a smile. Would I marry him someday? I did not know.
A few days prior, Tim showed me some old photos. I realized that as a child, he was a skinny, dark–skinned boy–nothing like he had become.
He was actually a little buddy I often protected back at the orphanage.
After he was rescued from traffickers, he lived at the orphanage for three years because he could not remember anything about his family. Eventually, his birth parents found him, and we never saw each other again.
We met again at fifteen years old, though it took me ten more years to recognize him.
Tim always said, “We were destined to meet again. You’re meant to be my wife!” Was it true?
I was not sure. I would play along for the time being. At least he was good company, and I was not tired of him yet.
No one knew what the future held.
