I locked myself in the master bedroom.
When Knox finished his shower and found the door wouldn’t open, he pounded on it furiously before slinking off to the guest room
The next morning, he sat at the breakfast table with a cold expression. The table was set with an elaborate breakfast.
I snickered.
Playing the silent treatment card? How pathetic.
I just gave him a cold glance and walked expressionlessly toward the front door.
Knox couldn’t take it anymore: “Riley, don’t be so goddamn ungrateful!”
“You were wrong yesterday too. You shouldn’t throw around divorce as an empty threat.”
Without looking back, I replied flatly: “I’m serious. Start preparing for it.”
After I closed the door, I heard dishes shattering inside.
By the time I reached the office, my emotions had completely settled.
My work efficiency remained as high as ever. Almost no one could tell I was having relationship troubles.
During a meeting, my boss announced: “We have an international order that requires someone to travel to British for a month.”
“If anyone’s interested, contact me. The company will cover all expenses, plus a travel allowance.”
At that moment, messages from Knox popped up one after another on my phone screen. I irritably turned off the phone and said loudly: “I can go.”
After the meeting, a close colleague stopped me, sounding puzzled: “Riley, what about your husband while you’re gone for a month?”
I replied nonchalantly: “Oh, he has his childhood sweetheart to keep him company. He won’t be lonely.”
Hearing my words, my colleague realized they’d said something wrong and awkwardly shut up.
When I got home that evening, I found an unfamiliar suitcase in the entryway.
Bright pink, covered with random stickers.
I took off my heels only to discover someone had taken my house slippers.
My expression darkened immediately.
Walking barefoot a few steps forward, I heard flirtatious laughter: “Wow, Knox! Your cooking has really improved since I last saw you!”
Piper was wearing my cherry slippers, eating with oil dripping down her chin.
In her hands were clearly my plate and fork.
Seeing me approach, Piper seemed startled: “Oh! shit, how do you walk so silently? You could’ve said something–you just scared me!”
“Knox, you’re even more jumpy than I am. Must be rough getting scared by your wife every day, huh?” Without wasting a single word, I stepped forward and slapped her across the face twice, hard and loud.
Then I threw the dishes on the table to the floor.
Piper was stunned by the slaps at first, then immediately exploded: “You fucking bitch! You dare hit me?!”
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Knox heard the commotion and rushed out from the kitchen, grabbing the raging Piper.
She twisted in his arms: “Knox, did you see that? Has your wife lost her mind? She hit me the second she walked in!”
“How can you stand this psycho? Why are you holding me back? Hit her back for me!”
Knox’s face darkened as he yelled at me: “Riley, what the hell is wrong with you? Apologize right now!”
I curled my lips into a smile: “Oh, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see clearly.”
“I just saw some woman wearing my slippers, using my dishes–I thought she was a thief.”
Piper’s face flushed red, looking somewhat guilty: “I didn’t know they were yours…”
But she was obviously lying.
I love cherries–almost everything of mine at home has a cherry symbol on it. If she accidentally wore my slippers, that would be understandable, but to also use my plates, my forks? Too many coincidences? Only a fool would believe she wasn’t doing it deliberately.
Seeing that I’d apologized, her expression changed.
She nestled softly in Knox’s arms, showing her reddened cheek and tearful eyes: “I’m sorry, Riley. Even if it was an accident, I shouldn’t have touched your things…”
I raised an eyebrow.
Well, well. A professional damsel in distress.
But Knox was clearly falling for it.
He soothingly patted Piper’s shoulder, then frowned at me: “Riley, you’ve really gone too far this time.”
Then he helped Piper to the guest room to treat her face.
Chapter 4
