Thirty minutes have passed by the time I arrived at Fiesta Hotel, and my anxiousness had me on the verge of crying. Am I really going to see Christopher having sex with another woman? It wasn’t easy finding a great man like him, so I really don’t want to share him with any other women!
As I had been frequenting Fiesta Hotel lately, the staff recognized me and told me Room 302 was occupied when I asked about it. “That’s my friend in there, and it’s her birthday today. I got her present ready and want to give her a surprise, so please give me a key card.”
The woman at the front desk said with an awkward look on her face, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss… Please don’t make it difficult for us…”
I even tried bribing her with all the cash I had on me, but she still refused. In my state of desperation, I broke down in tears and knelt on the ground as I pleaded, “Please let me in, I’m begging you! I lied about the birthday surprise! That man inside is my husband, but he’s here with another woman! Even if we do end up getting divorced, I have to confront them so I won’t leave this marriage empty-handed! Will you please help me out, miss?”
The woman then helped me to my feet upon hearing that and said, “Ah, so it’s a typical case of a scumbag husband having an affair with his mistress? All right, I’ll help you out!”
Women truly are capable of doing crazy things for the sake of love, and Monica is no exception. In fact, she’s pretty much just like Crystal, minus the shamelessness. With the key card in hand, I approached Room 302 with the calmest look on my face.
Having prepared for the worst, I swiped the card and opened the door. A sharp pain tore through my heart when I saw something moving about slightly under the cover. Oh, no… Was I too late?
I quickly ran forward and yanked the cover off, only to freeze in place when I saw what was underneath. Monica was completely naked, her limbs were bound by a necktie, and she had a sock stuffed into her mouth. However, there was no sign of Christopher anywhere.
I removed the sock from her mouth and asked anxiously, “Where is he? Tell me!”
Feeling embarrassed from being seen in such a state by her rival in love, Monica shouted furiously, “What are you doing here? How did you know about this place? F*ck off! Get the hell away from me!” Her face was twisted, and she looked like she wanted to rip me to shreds.
“You claim to love Christopher, and this is what you do to him? Slip him a nasty drug so you can force him into having sex with you? You think you’re so great because you’ve cast aside your pride and dignity for the sake of love? Well, you’re not. This isn’t love, Monica! You’re just destroying him!”
I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face after saying that. Monica was so shocked that she froze for a moment before yelling at the top of her lungs, “You b*tch! How dare you slap me? I’ll kill you! I’ll make sure you die a horrible death! Untie me! Untie me right now!”
At that moment, whatever elegance and grace Monica had was completely gone as she screamed and cursed at me. I couldn’t help but feel a little pity for her when I stood there fully clothed, as I stared at Monica who was naked and writhing about helplessly, unable to hit me even if she wanted to.
“That slap was for Chris. He has always loved you like a sister, and he never wanted to hurt you even after we got together. You, on the other hand, tried to hurt him. I don’t mind if you threaten me or have someone set me up, but you should never have done that to him. You have no right to say you love him!”
