I betrayed my husband. I had slept with Colter Paterson.

In fact, it was not really betrayal. Instead, my husband's mistress tricked me into getting me drunk. She also told me about her affair with my husband, which made me so angry that I went to the bar and dragged a stranger to sleep with.

I had never imagined that in just one day, my husband, who loved me so much, would sleep with my colleague, while I slept with a stranger after being tricked by my colleague.

I knew there was something wrong with the drink last night, but I did not care. My husband could sleep with another woman. Why couldn't I sleep with another man?

I looked up at the man lying lazily on my side and squinting at me.

I secretly checked his ID and discovered his name. I also realized he would turn thirty in December of this year.

He was very handsome. I thought having a one-night stand with him was not bad.

The blanket slipped off my body as I shifted around in the bed. Disregarding my naked body, I asked him, "Mister, last night was just a one-night stand, right?"

"What do you think?" His voice was deep and pleasant, which reminded me of his groans the night before.

I smiled again and replied, "It was just an accident."

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, he frowned and stood up, exposing his perfect muscles.

"D*mn! He has an amazing figure too. I'm not at a loss now!" I mused.

The next moment, he moved closer to me and lifted my chin.

I looked straight into his eyes. "What are you trying to do, sir?"

"You slept with me. What do you want to do?"

Although I enjoyed my night with the handsome guy, I was still worried he would pester me. I was also afraid my husband, Wylder Smith, would find out I had cheated on him. If he found out that and I insisted on a divorce, I would definitely be left with nothing.

Because I could never beat my mother-in-law, Emma Smith.

However, I did not know the man in front of me at all. I believed after this incident, we would never cross paths again.

He stroked my cheeks like a lover, as if he was waiting for an answer. Hence, I had no choice but to swallow my fears and said, "I was drunk last night..."

"What's your name?"

I was stunned. I did not expect him to ask me that. Thus, I replied, "Evelyn Mitchell."

"Evelyn Mitchell." He enunciated my name softly, and he appeared a little absent-minded.

"Evelyn, do you want to pretend that last night never happened?"

I nodded.

He suddenly let go of me, then smiled happily and asked, "Do you think I'll pester a woman like you?"

His eyes flashed with arrogance. I knew he looked down on me, but I did not care.

I put on my clothes and was about to leave, but he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed and said coldly, "Since you slept with me, take responsibility."

"How?" I asked.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Evelyn, at least let me enjoy until satisfied."

He sounded very gentle when he spoke my name. I might hear a hint of affection in his tone. 

OK. Sleep. Sleep just to forget my worries. Hence, I simply sat on his lap and began kissing his lips.

His hands wrapped around my waist while I arched my back and pushed out my chest.

He stayed until late at night. After that, I packed up and went back to my disgusting home.