<h1 id="8870436" ss="title" data-v-04c69cd6="">Chapter 2</h1>


    N downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined rk would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart.


    “I just can’t believe it. He loved you so much. He didn’t seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there’s a misunderstanding,” Vrie suggested.


    N let out a coldugh. “I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?”


    The room fell silent.


    Watching N drink like there was no tomorrow, Vrie grabbed the ss from her hand. “Even if he cheated, you shouldn’t punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?”N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    “I’m getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick.”


    Upon seeing the defiance in N’s red eyes, Vrie’s heart ached. “Don’t think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once you’re calm. I’ll take you home.”


    N shook her head. “No… I don’t want to go back.”


    Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of rk’s betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous.


    Seeing N’s reluctance, Vrie didn’t insist. “I’ll book you a hotel room then.”


    …


    After booking a room, Vrie took N to the hotel entrance. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you up?”


    N shook her head. “No, you go rest. I’ll be fine.”


    She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel.


    Seeing N walk steadily, Vrie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once N was inside the hotel. What she didn’t know was that N, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside.


    N entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend.


    Soon, the doors opened with a ding.


    As N stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number.


    The alcohol was taking its toll, and her vision blurred.


    She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened.


    N froze. Before she could react, arge hand yanked her into the dark room.


    The door mmed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man’s breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could ce it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers.


    “Mmph!” Realizing what was happening, N struggled.


    Damon was strong, and with the alcohol dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damon’s hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch.


    N tried to push him away, but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.


    “Let— Mmph! Let me go…”


    He stopped kissing her and chuckled. “No need to y hard to get.”


    His fingers traced her cor, the cool touch making her shudder. His body heat seemed to melt her, and her legs grew weak.


    In the dark, N’s senses heightened. She felt Damon unbuttoning her clothes, her mouth dry, herst bit of rationality warning her that this was going too far.


    “Let me go!” She mustered all her strength to push him, but he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bed.


    The bed was soft, so N didn’t feel pain, but the impact made her head spin. She tried to get up, but Damon pinned her down. Soon, her clothes were gone, and they were both nearly naked.


    He pressed against her, ready. His dominating presence made her tremble. She pushed against his chest, biting her lip to stay calm and clear-headed.


    “Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me go…” N’s voice shook with tension.


    “Tsk!” Damon’s voice was impatient, his tone cold. “Still ying?”


    He was about to get up and kick N out when the room light suddenly came on. N had identally hit the light switch in her struggle.


    The sudden light made Damon squint. He was shocked when he saw the terrified woman beneath him.


    N, recognizing Damon, felt the blood drain from her face. The fear sobered her instantly. She couldn’t believe it—the man who almost vited her was rk’s uncle, Damon Summer!


    “Uncle Damon…”


    N had always been wary of Damon. He was the youngest son of Richard Sumner and Marie Thorne, doted on by them and known for his unpredictable, cold nature. Even outsiders avoided crossing him. When she married rk, he had warned her to steer clear of Damon.


    “Shut up!” Damon’s face was dark, his gaze icy, as he contemted whether to silence her for good.


    Then, his eyes shifted to her bare chest, darkening further. He turned away, getting off the bed. “Get dressed and get out!”


    As Damon moved, N caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn’t, and her face turned red with embarrassment.


    Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon’s expression soured even more. “Still not leaving?”


    N could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back.


    Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistake—it wasn’t Room 8919, but Room 8916!


    She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husband’s uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Vrie take her up. Unfortunately, it was toote for regrets now.


    After N left, Damon dialed a number with a glower on his face. “Delete all surveince footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!”


    Upon hanging up, he looked at the messy bed and sheets and lit a cigarette, his irritation growing.


    He had almost slept with his nephew’s wife… What a mess!