Chapter 5
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Her eyes scanned the vicinity like a hawk, and the moment they landed on the cowering figure of Cassidy tucked into the corner, she bellowed like a storm rolling down the hills.
"There she is! That little hussy! Get her!" Her voice thundered. "Daring to seduce my husband? Let's see if I don't thrash her within an inch of her life!"
Cassidy's eyes darted about like a hunted rabbit. She tried to make a run for it, but her feeble attempts were no match for the burly guards. They caught her with ease, pinning her to the ground. What followed wasn't a fight—it was a rout. Fists and accusations rained down, leaving Cassidy bruised, battered, and thoroughly humiliated.
Passersby gathered, casting curious glances, though none stepped forward to intervene. They weren't ignorant of her reputation as the other woman, and pity wasn't in abundance.
I, feigning the innocent observer, gasped dramatically, covering my mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my, darling," I said, turning to Trevor. "So that's Lance's wife? Who would've thought?" I sighed, shaking my head. "Why would Cassidy choose such a path? Becoming a mistress... Who would've thought."
By the time Lance's wife had delivered her message with fists and fury, Cassidy lay sprawled on the ground, scarcely clinging to consciousness. The triumphant wife departed with her entourage, leaving behind a tableau of disgrace.
Cassidy, bruised and broken, managed to lift her head just enough to cast a pleading gaze at the man sitting in our car only a few feet away. "Trevor," she whispered between ragged breaths, "help me…"
Trevor's expression wavered between guilt and detachment, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing behind his eyes. After all, Cassidy's downfall was born of her desperation to see him, her reckless entanglement with Lance's affairs a means to an end.
I sipped my tea leisurely from the passenger seat and broke the silence. "Honey, are you going to save her?"
He hesitated, glancing at me. "Mia, would it make you unhappy if I did?"
I smiled warmly, my demeanor as soothing as the tea I held. "Of course not, dear. A life is precious, after all. Don't you agree?"
Trevor's gaze lingered on me, searching for even a shadow of resentment, but my face betrayed none. Assured, he stepped out of the car, pulling out his phone to call an ambulance.
Cassidy, battered but not yet broken, sobbed when he stood before her.
"Trevor," she whimpered, tears spilling on her dirt-streaked face, "I knew you wouldn't abandon me…"
But he cut her off before she could expose their relationship. "Ms. Sharp, if you must be thankful, direct it to my wife. It was her decision to save you."
The words struck Cassidy like a fresh blow, her face draining of what little color remained. She'd miscalculated yet again.
I stepped forward, feigning concern as I looked down at her pitiable state. "Ms. Sharp, are you alright?"
Anger welled up in her, desperate for release. She spat, her tone biting, "Mrs. Farren, you can stop your act now. You orchestrated all of this! You wanted me humiliated!"
I widened my eyes, lips trembling as I cast my gaze downward. It was the perfect imitation of wounded innocence.
Trevor's sharp voice sliced through the tension. "Ms. Sharp, say that again, and I'll make sure you regret it."
The fire in her dimmed instantly, though not without a final venomous glare in my direction. The ambulance soon arrived and whisked her away.
Looking at Trevor who seemed still a little upset, I tilted my head and asked sweetly, "Honey, shouldn't we follow to check on her?"
Trevor snorted coldly. "She's of no consequence. Let's go, Mia."
I could have laughed aloud at that. Poor Cassidy—two years of scheming and seduction, only to be dismissed as inconsequential. How her heart must ache!
Back at home, as soon as the door shut behind us, Trevor pressed me against the wall, his lips crashing against mine with a fervor that left no room for protest. His cool, commanding demeanor melted into raw hunger as he deepened the kiss.
I was stunned for a moment, then wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I could process his next move, he swept me into his arms, his voice hoarse. "Shall we take this to the bed, hmm?"
Flustered, I nodded shyly.
He carried me to the bedroom, his kisses trailing down my neck as he laid me down. Just as his hands began to roam, his phone buzzed obnoxiously on the nightstand. He growled in irritation, snatching it up.
"What?" he barked.
The call was on speaker, loud and clear.
Cassidy was throwing a tantrum. The doctor was trying to patch her up, but she wouldn't cooperate.
I leaned in and kissed Trevor lightly on his neck, just below his jaw.
Cassidy's little stunt was nothing more than an excuse to see him. She was testing the waters, trying to figure out if he still cared about her.
But right now, Trevor wasn't interested in playing her game. His focus was locked on me. He threw out a cold, dismissive, "If she doesn't want to get treated, then let her deal with it herself."
Then he hung up, and whatever restraint he had left snapped. His touch was urgent, almost wild, and I couldn't help but gasp as he pulled me closer.
I'd been teasing him for days, and now he was done holding back.
