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How to Handle a Player
墨書 Inktalez
I stood at the door of the hotel room, my heart racing and my palms sweating.
It was my first time experiencing such a scene, just half a year ago. I had just finished treatment and returned to find that my husband had betrayed me. Now, I found myself in the same place again.
"Mr. Zhou, isn't what we're doing a bit inappropriate?"
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? What, are you having second thoughts now?"
"No, it's just..."
"Exciting! It's so exciting!"
The voices coming from inside the room made me pause for a moment. The man in the room was my legal husband. The woman, judging by her voice, seemed quite young; she must be that intern from last time.
They all say men like excitement, which is why they feel so thrilled when they cheat. But Hotel Room, you were the one who betrayed me first. Why do you have to push the blame of infidelity onto me?
I remember when I first met Hotel Room, my family's company was on the brink of bankruptcy. I encountered him; he was the only son of one of my company's investors. That day, he invited me to a bar.
He pointed at the drinks on the table and said, "These drinks are worth a hundred thousand."
"As long as you drink these and spend a night with me, I'll have my dad invest in your company."
"Wanwan, I just like you and want to be with you. I won't interfere with your freedom; you can continue your studies and do what you love. You just need to occasionally spend a night with me."
"You said your family is short on money, right? This is a great opportunity for you."
I looked at him; his expression was sincere. But I knew deep down that he was such a despicable person.
He wants me, but he doesn't want to take responsibility.
He wants to exchange the least cost for the greatest benefit.
He wants to take advantage without paying.
I trembled as I picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.
After marriage, he not only relied on me financially but also put psychological pressure on me.
He stayed out all night, indulging in debauchery.
He forced me to do many things that caused me pain.
He called me a slut and a whore.
I was just an animal trapped in the desert, unable to escape.
This time, I stood here for a long time.
Long enough that my legs started to feel sore.
I pressed the recording button and pushed open the door.
The room was silent, with only the sound of my heartbeat echoing in the air.
The last time I stood here, I heard many humiliations and many plans.
This time, I will succeed for sure.
I took out the voice recorder and walked deeper into the room.
I hid carefully, afraid of being discovered by them.
I took out my phone and snapped a few photos of the inside of the room.
The phone camera had no flash, but my heart was still racing.
I captured Hotel Room.
He lay naked on the bed, sleeping soundly.
I took out the voice recorder again.
Hiding by the bathroom door, I waited for the right moment. Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Moments later, Zhao Yuting emerged wrapped in a towel. While drying her hair, she said, "Mr. Zhou, why are you still sleeping?" I gripped the doorknob tighter. Zhao Yuting's voice and the response from Hotel Room alternated in my ears. I was nervous, but I forced myself to calm down. It wasn't time to be discovered yet.
Finally, Hotel Room was awakened by Zhao Yuting. His voice carried a hint of sleepiness as he asked, "Yuting, are you done washing up?"
Good. I had collected enough evidence. I closed the bathroom door and let out a deep breath. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and quickly tucked away the photos. Leaving the room, I exited the hotel.
In the car, I started the engine. The vehicle slowly pulled away from the hotel parking lot. I looked up at the hotel building. Hotel Room, your time has come.
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