"Albert... are you comfortable?"
Cynthia was not a stranger to such things; she could immediately discern what the heavy breathing on the other end of the line meant. Her heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy, blunt object. It hurt, yet she couldn't make a single sound.
All the strength that had kept her moving forward was suddenly drained. Her face turned pale, and she froze in place. Her hand trembled, and the phone slipped from her grasp, falling onto the bed.
Amid the haze, she vaguely heard the sultry voice of a woman on the other end. The tone was filled with irritation—and unmistakable desire.
"Albert, who's ruining the mood by calling at a time like this?"
Then came his voice, cold enough to send chills down her spine. Every word he spoke pierced her eardrums and struck her brain, shattering all the strength and resolve she had naively thought she possessed.
He said, "A woman who betrayed me..."
