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   Chapter 3 The Wife And The Mistress

Love Killer: Tricky But Seductive By Jing Buhui Characters: 7895

Updated: 2020-07-15 00:03


With Lucas gone, Sophia and Rebecca were now alone at the table. Sophia waited to see if her husband's mistress would seize the opportunity to ask her to give up her husband. Sure enough, Rebecca turned to her and said, "Sophia, do we really have to do this?"

"What do you think?" Sophia said mildly. She returned her attention to her food.

"Sophia, we can be friends. There's no need for all this animosity."

"Miss Shen, you may want to reconsider what being a friend means." Sophia rolled her eyes. Friends? Fuck being friends! What did Rebecca think this was, a whorehouse?

"Sophia, you know that I'm the one Lucas loves. It has always been me." Rebecca had her wounded puppy look on her face again.

"Are you saying that the title of Mrs. Ling should have been yours to begin with?" Sophia asked with a pleasant smile.

"Sophia, can't you play nice?" Rebecca struggled to contain her anger. She was certain that Lucas loved her, and the fact that he had married Sophia instead infuriated her.

"Miss Shen, I'm sure you know your position better than I do. If you want my place, you'll have to seduce my husband and convince him you deserve to be his wife. If you can do that, I'll gladly give you what you want. If he divorces me, well, even better. I'll be free as a bird." Sophia put her chopsticks down and shot Rebecca a look of undisguised contempt.

"Sophia, I want us to be friends." Rebecca had put on her sad, miserable expression again. She was an expert at winning the sympathies of her audience with her wounded looks.

"Ha! The two of us, friends? That possibility flew out the window the moment you slept with my husband. And stop calling me by my first name. Miss Shen, if memory serves me right, this is only the second time we've met. We're practically strangers." She would never forget her first meeting with Rebecca. Her heart had shattered into a thousand pieces then, and the memory continued to hurt her deeply. She would never forgive them.

Rebecca stared at Sophia, speechless. She hadn't expected Sophia to come right out and accuse her of sleeping with her husband. Sophia rose from her chair and left the table. When she reached the stairs, she turned around to say, "Here's my advice, Rebecca Shen. Don't play with fire if you can't handle the heat. Still, I have to admit that your complete lack of a guilty conscience is impressive, in a way. You are truly shameless, and worse, you don't even know it. Perhaps you should see a psychiatrist, I'm sure they'll find you fascinating."

All the color drained from Rebecca's face. She watched Sophia walk away, her jaw clenched in anger and resentment. Sophia's self-assured confidence bewildered her. Rebecca was sure Lucas loved her and would give her anything she wanted, so why was Sophia being so smug? Rebecca chewed on her lip. She had been worried that her three-year absence from Lucas' life would change his opinion of her, but her fears had been unfounded. He had treated her like a queen as soon as she had returned. She had nothing to fear. Rebecca seethed to herself. 'Don't get ahead of yourself, Sophia. Lucas only noticed you because your eyes reminded him of me. He would never have married you otherwise. You're just an orphan, and you'd better learn your place.'

Back in her bedroom, Sophia opened the curtains to look at the beautiful roses in the moonlit garden. The rose garden had a special place in her heart. The rose was her favorite flower, and Lucas had planted all of the rose bushes himself. She had assumed that the rose garden had been carefully planted and cultivated for her, but she knew better now. The rose was Rebecca's favorite flower, too. What changed? Why was everything different now? She deserved an explanation. They had been in love for two years and married for six months when their fairy-tale romance suddenly turned into a tragedy. And it was all because of Rebecca. Perhaps the saying w

as right: marriage was the tomb of love. Sophia's gaze drifted to the wedding photo hanging above the bed. Her husband's eyes had been full of love and tenderness back then. He had been willing to give her the world, and the sincerity of his love had won her heart. How was she to know that she had only been a stand-in for Rebecca? Now there was no longer any love from him, only silence.

"Lucas, I want to believe that you love me, even if it isn't true," Sophia murmured to herself. A breeze stirred her hair. Her eyelashes, long and full, fluttered prettily as she gazed serenely at the night sky.

The door slammed open, and Sophia snapped out of her reverie. Lucas strode towards her with the domineering aura of a lord looking at his possession. He towered over Sophia, who, against her better judgment, was now openly admiring his devastatingly handsome face and the tantalizing glimpse of his broad, tanned chest beneath his unbuttoned collar. She was hopelessly weak against handsome men. "Well? Is my wife satisfied with my physique and looks?" Lucas looked at her with a deadpan expression, his hands in his pockets. He made sure to emphasize the words "my wife."

Sophia walked up to him, cool as a cucumber, and made a show of looking him over. "You're not bad. Unfortunately, my dear husband, you're only an 8 out of 10."

His eyes narrowed. "You've seen someone more handsome than me?"

"Oh, please. There are millions of handsome men out there. There's always someone more handsome than you. Don't flatter yourself."

As soon as she said that, Lucas' hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Sophia winced in pain. "What are you doing?" Sophia demanded. "This isn't how you treat a lady." The pressure on her arm was so strong she felt as though her arm was about to snap in two.

"Have you been looking at other men while I was away?" Lucas pointed at the laptop on the table. There was a photo of a male celebrity on the screen.

"Yes, of course. It's only fair that I get to look for other men when you've found yourself another woman."

Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but Sophia was only bluffing. She had only been scrolling through an entertainment news site out of boredom. Her husband's petty accusations angered her, however, and she seized the chance to take a jab at him.

"I see. So you're saying you've been so lonely you desperately need the warmth of another man, is that right?"

"Lonely? What's that? I don't know what that word means," Sophia answered fearlessly.

Lucas let go of her arm, but his anger continued to burn in his eyes. Sophia rubbed her arm and said mildly, "If you're here because I upset your baby, I can tell you now that there's nothing to discuss."

"Baby?" Lucas asked, confused.

"You know who I mean. Rebecca."

"Are you jealous?" Lucas looked at her.

"Ha! Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I'm grateful to her for helping me with my wifely duties and servicing my husband in bed." Sophia smiled. The anger boiling inside Lucas erupted. Blind with anger, he lifted his hand and slapped Sophia, hard enough to leave a hand print on her fair face. But as soon as he realized what he had done, his anger receded and his blood ran cold. Why had he hit her? What had gotten into him? Sophia stared at Lucas. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that Lucas would ever hit her. But the slap didn't hurt as much as the understanding that he had done it for Rebecca.

"Is that all? I think it's time for you to leave. Or perhaps you'd prefer to have Rebecca to move into this room with you instead? If that's the case, I'll move into the guest room. I don't care either way." Lucas' expression darkened. He glared at Sophia, before storming out the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Sophia cupped her swollen cheek as she tried valiantly to keep her tears at bay. 'Sophia, ' she told herself, 'there's no point in hoping. You know better now.'

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