Chapter 2 The Other Woman. "Don't you have a friend who's at Resortworld right now?" I got straight to the point. "James is cheating on me. At Resortworld," I told Cleo. "I need to know what kind of person made him betray our ten-year marriage." Then I hung up and sat in the living room all night. I did not sleep a wink. Finally, a message from Cleo came through. At the same time, James messaged me. "Honey, I booked a flight for tonight. When I get back, I'll make you some oatmeal.

Take good care of yourself!"" Underneath was a sticker from him that read, "Love you." I opened the information Cleo had sent me. Her friend had taken photos of James entering and leaving the hotel with a girl that very morning. Right now, the two of them were using the special-access lanes at Resortworld. Cleo was furious. "That bastard really is cheating on you! Is he even human? If it weren't for you, how could he ever have become the man he is today?" I could not take in a single word she said. I simply stared at the photo of the girl. For some reason, she looked familiar.

In that split second, my heart skipped a beat. Then, I quickly scrolled through my WhatsApp contacts and soon matched her face to a girl's selfie profile picture. I opened our chat, and there was only one message. Six months ago, after adding me as a friend, the girl had sent me a transfer with a note that read, "Miss, this is your compensation." I froze. I opened the girl's Status and saw that she had just posted an update. "My crush brought me here to be a princess!" The photo showed the girl holding a bunch of balloons with a bright smile on her face.

It was obvious that whoever had taken the picture had put real effort into it. The angle was perfect, _capturing her at her very best. I scrolled down and found another post from last night. In the photo, the girl was in a hotel room, holding someone's hand and winking playfully at the camera. "My crush said he's actually always loved me." I kept scrolling. "My crush accepted my confession! Congratulations, Denise!" The photo showed the girl and her crush with their fingers intertwined. I scrolled farther. Then, I reached the day of my miscarriage.

"My crush said nothing is more important than me. Whenever there's a choice to make, I'll always come first." The photo showed the girl hooked up to an IV, one of her hands clasped tightly in someone else's. Every post she had made to commemorate their love was overflowing with sweetness. If only I had not looked at that hand for nearly ten years. If only the scar on the back of that hand were not so obvious. If only that scar had not been left there because of me. If only my heart did not still ache uncontrollably at the sight of it.

I did not want to believe that James and I had actually come to this. On the video call, Cleo's friend asked me, "Do you still want me to follow them?" I had already driven to the airport and met up with Cleo. I told her friend to keep following them. Of course I wanted to see. I needed to know why James could take someone else to Resortworld when I had asked him to take me there six months ago, only to be turned down time and again because he was supposedly too busy. I thought about it for a long time on the plane.

I wondered whether I should rush up and slap James across the face, or get into a screaming match with that girl and see whose side he would take. Or perhaps _I should simply keep my dignity, walk up to James, and tell him I was there for a divorce. In the end, I saw James. Cleo's friend got us in through a staff entrance and took us straight to the carousel. There he was. He stood there with a camera in his hands, smiling gently as he filmed the girl. She made a heart gesture at him, and he responded with the same gesture he had always refused to make whenever I asked him to do it with me.

Sitting on the carousel horse, the girl shouted, " James, I love you! I love you more than anyone else in the world!" Then, I heard James respond. "I love you too. I'll always love you." o co Support Share