"It's not about clearing the air, it's just that we're done, let's not meet privately anymore," I said, my voice somewhat unclear as if something was stuck in my throat, making it tight.
He chuckled softly, teasing as he began, "Stepmom, are you sure you don't want to follow me?"
I nodded resolutely. Seeing this, Cheng Yu picked up his coat from the ground and left.
After he left, I took a shower, then sat on the bed, lost in thought.
My mind was a mess—I didn't understand why things had turned out this way today.
A woman can't possibly love only one man in her lifetime, and it's even less likely for a mistress to have been with just one man.
I haven't been in this line of work for a particularly long or short time, and he wasn't the only man I'd been physically involved with,
