All Chapters of Cheating Season: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I tucked the check away and grabbed my phone, opening the pinned chat.Before the party, I'd sent a simple text: [Kind of miss you.]Six replies.Five hours ago: [Miss you too.]Four hours ago: [Heading to practice.]Three hours ago: [Actually, I don't mind being interrupted during practice.]Two hours ago: [They told me it's your birthday.]One hour ago: [Happy birthday.]Just now: [I'm coming to see you.]I smiled.I typed back: [No need. I'll see you next week at your match.]After a long time, two messages arrived.[Okay.][Don't play me.]***Over the next month, Scott paraded Gigi around in public, openly flaunting their affair.Like two teenagers drunk on love.The almighty Scott Fletcher let her drag him to street food stalls, snap silly photo booth pics, and kiss under the Bali sunset. Even followed her to an esports match—one featuring Joel Arnoult.Nineteen. A phenomenon. Last year, he led his team to a world championship. Right now, he was the biggest name

When silence stretched too long, Gigi's face tightened, annoyance flickering in her eyes.She yanked Scott's sleeve. He stepped up, radiating arrogance. "Mr. Arnoult, I'm Scott Fletcher, CEO of Fletcher Corp. My girlfriend wants your autograph." Like his title alone guaranteed obedience.Silence.Then Joel scoffed, cold and sharp. He grabbed his jacket and tossed it over me, blocking my view entirely. Before I could react, he pushed the car door open and stepped out, moving with effortless ease.Wrapped in fabric, all I saw was shifting light and shadow—Joel's voice was razor-sharp: "Tch. I don't know you."Scott's tone darkened. "What did you just say?"Joel's words cut clean. "I said, I don't know you." Then, with a lazy cruelty: "What, are you deaf or just stupid?"Scott, coddled and worshipped his whole life, had never been humiliated like this. Even without seeing his face, I could picture the fury twisting his expression. I smiled slightly."Wait... is that—" Gigi gaspe

The gossip account that broke the news had posted a photo.A dimly lit parking lot, rain streaking down.Joel stood by the open car door, one hand braced against the frame, his expression cold, gaze sharp.Inside the car, the person was completely hidden—except for a glimpse of soft blue fabric from a skirt and the logo on a pair of high heels.The comment section exploded.[If I remember right, Joel Arnoult is only 19? He's already dating?][19 is legal. What's the big deal? It's not affecting his matches.][Am I the only one curious about who his girlfriend is? That brand—those heels cost tens of thousands, and that pair is a limited edition.][He didn't get scooped up by some rich woman, did he?]The club called almost immediately."Boss, reporters are already asking. Should we handle PR?"I pressed a finger to the cut on my cheek, my voice steady. "Deny everything about Joel's relationship."But before a press conference could even be arranged—Someone caught him on ca

Scott's tone changed instantly. "What are you doing?"But I couldn't answer or breathe.Only when Joel finally eased up did I manage to fumble for the phone with shaking fingers and hang up.He let out a low chuckle, breath warm against my ear."Leila... from now on, this time belongs to me."***Joel left the next morning.Right before he did, I hesitated—then said it anyway."You shouldn't have told the reporters you have a girlfriend. You're still young—"He glanced at me. "Aren't you my girlfriend?""It's just for fun.""Oh." He nodded, completely unfazed. "Then you're only allowed to have fun with me."I had no response to that.***A few days later, a grand business gala unfolded.The moment I stepped in, my gaze locked onto the man at the center of it all—Scott, basking in admiration.And Gigi, draped over his arm.Someone in the crowd called out, "Leila Lloyd is here!"The air tightened. Conversations died. Every eye turned to me.Scott let the silence stretc

Walking the tightrope between Fletcher Corp and Lloyd Corp, using stolen intel to build my empire piece by piece—that's how I got here.By the time I snapped back, we were already at the exit.I still hadn't figured out how to respond to Joel when the reporters swarmed."Ms. Lloyd, are you the woman from the parking lot photo?""Has your marriage to Mr. Fletcher officially ended?""You openly cheated while still married—any shame at all, walking in with your affair partner?"That last one dripped with malice.I met the guy's gaze—his eyes lit up with both excitement and contempt—and laughed."Shouldn't you be asking Scott that?"I tilted my head. "Starting day two of our marriage, Scott had a new girlfriend every other month. What did you all say back then?"I tapped my chin, like I was just remembering. "Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal."So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke ou