Chapter 72

But I was wrong.

Or perhaps, when the knife wasn't in my own flesh, I couldn't truly understand the pain. But now, as the betrayed wife, I fully grasp why women, upon seeing the mistress, would want to tear her apart.

Cindy laughed lightly and provocatively said to her friend at the bar, "Hey, Sharon, who do you think Max would choose between me and his wife?"

The girl named Sharon sighed and looked at her, "Miss Lansworth, I really don't understand why you go after a married man. With your status, you could have any man. What's so special about Max? You must be out of your mind."

Cindy, looking into my eyes with a meaningful gaze, replied, "Well, I want what I want, and I always get it."

Sharon said, "I advise you to give up. What's so special about a cheating man? His wife is the real victim here."

"True, but I just want what others have," Cindy said with a smirk. By now, I was less than a meter away from her.

Our eyes met—hers were full of provocation, mine cold and disdainfu