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“Alright, you’ve had your little tantrum for days now. It’s time we go get our marriage license,” he said.
I rubbed my temples, giving him a cold look.
I’d miscalculated. I should have told the staff not to let anyone from the Guthrie family in.
“Ethan Guthrie, where do you get the confidence to think I’d still marry you?” I asked incredulously.
Ethan walked over, his tone uncharacteristically placating.
“Stop being childish. I admit I was wrong before. I went too far,” he said. “But I promise after we’re married, I’ll cut ties with everyone else and be devoted only to you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Those were the same words Mr. Guthrie had said to his wife years ago.
Yet to this day, Mr. Guthrie still hadn’t cut ties with his mistresses.
Who knows, a few more illegitimate children might pop up in the coming years.
“Your own mother wouldn’t believe that,” I scoffed.
Ethan was taken aback.
He clearly remembered his father’s philandering ways too.
As a child, he had vowed to me that he would never become like his father.
But the older he got, the more he seemed to follow in Mr. Guthrie’s footsteps.
The thought irritated him further.
“Didn’t I say I’d take care of the child situation? Why are you being so stubborn about this?” he snapped.
“Ethan Guthrie, wake up and face reality,” I retorted.
With that, I ignored him and told the butler to throw him out.
Then I put up a sign outside – “No dogs or Ethan Guthrie allowed.”
He clearly saw it. His face turned black with rage.
But there was nothing he could do. He could only fume outside.
To celebrate my escape from that scumbag, my best friend took me to a bar to check out some male models.
In her words, since I’d taken a fall with one man, I needed to make up for it with other hot guys.
So there I was, surrounded by a parade of male models for me to choose from.
They sweetly called out, “Miss, miss…” as they passed by.
I was having the time of my life. I suddenly realized what a dull existence I’d been living before.
My friend had her arms around one of the models. She caught my eye from across the room and gave me a knowing look.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself when I spotted a familiar figure.
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It looked like Anna Shirley.
I quickly followed her. Weaving through the crowd, I trailed Anna as she made her way to a secluded corner.
A roguish–looking man was waiting there.
When he turned, I got a clear view of his face. He bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Guthrie.
I had a feeling something big was about to go down.
I hid behind some bushes and started recording with my phone.
Anna threw herself at the man with a coy expression. “Did you wait long?”
The man stood still, letting her embrace him. His eyes held nothing but cynicism and mockery.
“Miss me that much? I guess Ethan isn’t satisfying you?” he drawled.
Anna’s face flushed red.
Then, as if no one else existed, they began kissing passionately.
Anna’s eyes were clouded with desire. Her legs went weak.
But the man remained detached. Though he kissed her fervently, his eyes stayed cold and clear.
When they finally broke apart, Anna collapsed in his arms.
The man stroked her head. “You’ve done well.”
Anna nodded obediently.
“Ethan must be blind to fall for your act, the man chuckled lowly.
Anna let out a contemptuous laugh. “Hah, he says he loves me. Says that Miss Moore is just an old–fashioned prude, boring in bed too.”
The man’s tone turned lecherous. “Is that so? I wouldn’t mind sampling the prude’s flavor myself.”
Ugh. I nearly threw up.
How dare they bring me into their dirty flirting?
I was so disgusted my hands shook. I almost dropped my phone.
But what I heard next was truly shocking.
