3AM Betrayal With The Neighbor Novel – Chapter 4
I walked toward David.
That face-familiar, heartbreakingly handsome-was the same one I’d loved for years.
His wet hair clung to his forehead.
His jaw, his eyes, his lips … nothing had changed.
Except now, for the first time, panic flashed across his features.
“Claire, I … “
I cut him off, sneering at the girl in his arms:
“Lena, fucking around in someone else’s home-pretty thrilling, right?”
She clutched her chest, face burning red as she shrank deeper into David’s embrace.
David’s expression darkened:
“This isn’t her fault.”
“This is on me.”
I glanced at him, unable to stop my cold laugh:
“Put some clothes on, David.”
I ignored his livid expression, threw the student ID at Lena, and walked out.
Maya drove me to a bar.
The moment I got in her car, David called.
I hung up.
He called again.
I switched to silent.
Maya watched me through the rearview mirror, asking carefully:
“David just let you walk away? Didn’t chase after you?”
I shrugged.
“He wasn’t dressed.”
Maya slammed the steering wheel.
“Bastard.”
Then she frowned.
“Who was that woman? Have you seen her before?”
I thought of the name on the student ID.
“Her name’s Lena.”
“Wait … Lena. That name sounds familiar.”
“Yeah, we’ve all met her.”
“We?”
I nodded:
“You, me, David.”
She paused, then gasped.
“It’s HER ?! “
Maya cursed.
“God, if I’d known … we never should have helped her!”
“She must have been targeting David from the start!”
I stayed quiet.
I could only remember how David looked at her-tender, loving.
I clenched my fists.
It wasn’t just her fault.
If David hadn’t responded, how could Lena have ended up in his bed?
Seeing my pained expression, Maya asked softly:
“Claire … what are you going to do?”
“Divorce.”
Maya hesitated, lowering her voice:
“Claire, are you sure you want to move now?”
“David’s a law firm partner, still vying for that municipal court seat. Given his reputation,
he probably won’t agree to divorce easily.”
She glanced at me and sighed:
“Everyone thinks your marriage is perfect-media, friends, clients … you know?”
“If this goes legal, he might play the victim.”
Just as I was about to respond, my phone buzzed.
[Baby, give me some time. I’ll handle this.]
Nausea hit me.
“Baby”? Who was he calling that?
“Handle”? Was he going to deal with his mistress, or … silence me?
My stomach churned.
I stared at the message, remembering the campus card I’d found in his suit pocket once.
Lena had taken just three days to climb into David’s bed.
I couldn’t help but sneer:
“He thinks I’m still the Claire who would forgive him.”
I turned to Maya. “I’m going to show him I’m not that easy to ‘handle.””