Chapter 2 An Affair

Three months ago...

According to the information she received from her best friend Fiona, Molly knew that her husband would be checking in the XX Hotel with a woman.

She knew the hotel by heart.

Every year on their wedding anniversary, they'd celebrate there.

They would have a fancy dinner and drink some red wine at the bar. After the celebration, they'd go back to their room to celebrate even further.

It was one week before their next wedding anniversary.

Turned out, her husband had surprised her yet again. It just wasn't the surprise that he intended for anyone to find out.

It seemed as if their seven-year marriage was doomed to end.

With her thoughts in disarray, Molly gripped onto the wheel and sped away to the hotel.

He was at the end of the corridor, in room 0414.

She was bottling up her anger really well as she stomped through the corridor. They'd have sex in that room every year, and now he brought his own mistress to the same room? Did he really want to disrespect her?

At the thought of this, a shiver went down Molly's spine.

Although the distance from the elevator to the end of the corridor wasn't so far, it felt as if she was walking through the Sahara Desert just to see her husband.

Wanting to confirm her friend's information, Molly rushed down the countless rooms.

At that moment, a man walked over to her with a camera in his hand. He was too busy checking the photos to see where he was going.

As they walked past one another, Molly accidentally knocked the camera over with her elbow.

With a loud bang, the camera toppled over to the floor.

She didn't stop. Instead she kept walking till she reached the respective room. Molly stared at the door number blankly as her hand trembled.

'Should I come in?

Or not?'

She hesitated for a few minutes now, trying to muster up the courage she needed to confront them.

If he was doing nothing inside the room, what was she going to say? What the hell was she going to say if they were doing something inside the room? Their room?

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, knocking her out of her thoughts.

Molly turned around, furrowing her eyebrows.

'Who is this man?' From the looks of him, they hadn't met before.

"Miss! You–" He was about to say what had happened – that she knocked over his camera and broke it.

The camera was filled with many important photos and memories, so he planned to ask her for compensation.

However, before he could even speak, Molly quickly interrupted him. "Which newspaper are you from? Don't you think you're doing something wrong? All you reporters do is scour other people's lives as if you have nothing more important to do! How about, instead of looking down here, you'd go outside and get some useful news! Ass," she snapped.

She looked at the man, giving him an once-over. He was tall and handsome. His dark suit vividly matched the color of his dark eyes.

Unlike her husband who was mature and attractive, this man looked young and fashionable, as if he'd just popped out of the runway.

His clean shaven face highlighted his impressive jawline and high cheekbones.

He was hot.

However, the second she saw the camera in his hand, she knew what was going to happen.

Molly sneered. "I didn't expect that the paparazzi would be this crazy! They can do whatever they want these days, huh? I'm telling you! You can't post them without my permission."

The first thought Molly had was to destroy all the pictures that he might have taken.

However, his mere presence made her even more sure that something was going on inside the room.

Given that a reporter was here, it must've been some news worthy.

Her husband was the CEO of the largest entertainment company in the country. Although she was heartbroken, she couldn't help but be upset over the reporter's presence.

She knew for a fact that there were thousands of reporters just waiting for her husband to take a misstep. As his wife, it was Molly's job to maintain his reputation, and that meant dealing with these nasty reporters.

Seeing Molly sneer at him, the man raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

'What the hell is she saying?'

He was Greyson Mu, the young master of the largest energy group in America! He was also a well-known photographer, having worked with many fashion magazines and famous studios. However, it seemed that he wasn't famous enough, given that the woman had just mistaken him for a reporter.

Greyson Mu was about to respond, but Molly didn't give him a chance. She grabbed the camera and threw it onto the ground. "It's impossible for you to take any photos again," she snapped, stepping on the screen.

His jaw dropped, and he clenched his fists.

However, their loud argument had just disturbed the couple inside the room. The door of room 0414 was suddenly pushed open. Molly's husband, Walter, walked out with a woman in his arms.

The sound of her high heels clicking onto the surface made Molly froze. Her husband and his mistress were already standing behind her, and she had absolutely no way of getting out of this mess.

However, Walter couldn't see her face clearly.

Seeing the fuming man in front of her, Molly had no choice but to throw herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest.

Greyson stiffened, smelling the jasmine scent that emitted from her body.

'What the hell is she trying to do?'

All of a sudden, she raised her head. He could see her bloodshot eyes and trembling lips.

His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the man and woman coming out of the room. Looking back to her throwing his camera on the ground, he was finally able to piece things together.

She came here to catch an affair!

Without saying anything, Greyson played along and lowered his head.

Walter glanced at the man and woman outside of the corridor, taking them as a young couple. However, the woman in the man's arms looked extremely familiar.

"Honey! You're overthinking things. I've told you it's okay. They were just having a fight. Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that your wife will come? Don't worry. Besides, she trusts you, right? She wouldn't assume you're cheating on her."

The woman rubbed against Walter's body, groaning coquettishly.

Molly's eyes widened at the voice.

The woman just called him 'honey'! How long were they together?

Molly clenched her fists. How could her husband do such a thing?