"We're getting a divorce."

This was the last thing I said after the fight I had with Yan Ke, before I betrayed him.

Two years into our marriage, Yan Ke cheated on me for half a year!

Before we were married, we agreed that if either of us cheated, that individual would openly confess, and we would part ways peacefully without drama.

But Yan Ke breached that contract, adamantly refusing to let things end.

No matter how coldly I responded to him, how provocatively I treated him!

He insisted that we not get a divorce.

So, I chose to follow him into extreme territory: I cheated.

Originally, I had been thinking about it and always put it off.

It just so happened that I ran into an unbearably terrible man outside the hospital.

So I simply lured him into bed and used him as my own affair partner.

To my utter surprise, the man who I thought was unbearable last night, looked almost too familiar when I woke up this morning!

No, dreadfully familiar!

I am so damned unlucky.

The man I cheated with happened to be the brother of Yan Ke's third brother's wife.

Bo Yin

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I had only met him once, at the strict wedding ceremony of my third elder brother.

He was in attendance for his little sister's wedding.

It was merely a brief encounter, and I had no impression of him at all.

But after just one glance at his ID, I felt as if my life were not worth living!

Did I actually sleep with him?!

Did I really have the guts to sleep with my sister-in-law's brother?!

Hurriedly, I fumbled around and got up, rolled off the bed in panic, and fell flat on my butt. In pain, I quickly grabbed my clothes to put on when a man's slightly magnetic voice echoed behind me, "Come here, little one."

My hand trembled as I continued to button up my shirt. The man's voice said again, "I'll give you another chance to come to my side, or else..."

If I went over there, it would be over - I can't let him recognize me.

The prerequisite is whether or not he remembers my face.

After all, we only met once at the wedding.

I had just gotten dressed and took a few steps when my body was yanked from behind and I was abruptly pulled face-forward to the ground.

A feeling of heaviness assaulted me!

Heck, he made me face-plant straight onto the ground.

My arm and waist were terribly sore from the fall, and I pushed the man off me angrily, saying, "Man, get off me!"

This man sat heavily on my back and said dismissively, "I just told you to come over."

"I want to leave."

"I'm giving you another chance."

After saying this, he got up and went back to the side of the bed, his voice indifferent, "Come here."

A wise man knows better than to take a loss when he's at a disadvantage. A man who can read the situation is a real talent!

I quickly scrambled up from the floor, bearing the pain of my body, and walked over in a few steps.

I obediently sat next to him, trying my best to keep a smile on my face as I asked, "What do you need, sir?"

Bo Yin seemed to appreciate my submissive demeanor. He supported himself with his uninjured arm, reached out and touched my hair gently with his injured wrist, asking, "Young girl, what's your name?"

Even if he wasn't afraid of the pain, the sight made me uncomfortable.

Young girl? For him, I might be a bit young.

I married Yan Ke when I was twenty, and now I'm only twenty-two years old.

But he is already thirty this year and eight years older than me.

"Chu Shi."

I blurted a false name, not wanting him to know my real name, and planning to avoid encountering him in the future.

"Chu Shi." He pronounced it with a clear voice, nodding satisfactorily as he murmured with a smirk, "A nice-sounding name. You're pretty as well."

Using his palm to outline my face, he then gripped it in his own, commenting, "A small and delicate face, eyes glistening with vibrancy and charm. Even the texture of your skin is quite appealing. Well done, little one. So young, yet you already know how to bewitch men."

Yes, I know I am beautiful.

But hearing him voice it out, I still felt a sense of joy.

Which woman doesn't want to be complimented by a man?

Moreover, this man was incredibly handsome himself, his pitch-black eyes gazing at me with a profound depth.

It's as if he was trying to draw me in.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, so tempting!

My husband doesn't even compare to half of him!

I restrain my fluttering thoughts and ask calmly, “May I leave now, sir?”

"Why?"

I came out just for fun, to cheat as revenge against Yan Ke.

"I'm going home."

"Who was the one claiming she was a doctor last night?"

That was me. His wrist was wounded last night.

Last night, I lied to him, claiming I was a practicing doctor who could tend to his wounds.

It was a clumsy excuse.

Unexpectedly, he believed me and followed me back to my apartment. The moment we stepped inside, my arms snaked around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, and I kissed and teased him fiercely.

I didn't regard him as anything special, just an experienced hand.

The moment my teasing started, he instantly turned the tables, taking the initiative to hold me in his arms. He was unlike the harmless little lamb I had imagined.

He was fierce and powerful, knowing even more about seduction than myself. He completely disregarded his injured wrist, remaining silent as he used his body to tease me.

He forcibly pinned me on the bed, relentless in his pursuit.

"I saw how handsome you were last night and I..."

"You were looking for casual fling?"

The corner of his lips lifted slightly, the spark in his eyes shimmering, his facial features were just perfectly chiselled; strong yet incredibly handsome, a bit alluring.

I quickly regained my composure and lowered my head to explain, "It's the first time I've ever done something like this, I hope you won't take this to heart."

"I don't mind, you are quite skilled in serving others."

Was he complimenting me?

"So, can I leave now?"

"Not doing it? Continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, I was effortlessly lifted onto the bed by his outstretched hand.

Later, when he went to the bathroom for a wash, I quickly scrambled out of bed and frantically dressed.

Pathetically, I fled.

I silently vowed, from now on, I must never see him again.