His Promise Failed Because of His First Love

At that moment, I realized that Megan might have returned home.

They had always been in touch!

I wanted to question Patrick but I felt so tired to ask him.

We had only been married for more than a year, but I was already exhausted.

After that, Patrick said he would go on business trips continuously and wouldn't be home for several days.

I didn't ask any questions but simply replied, "Okay."

I knew he was lying to me because his position didn't require him to leave the company at all.

He was just lying to me in order to have a night out with his lover.

I didn't bother to expose him.

Because I didn't care about him anymore.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening and Patrick hadn't come back yet.

In the past, if he hadn't come home this late, I would have called him like crazy, afraid that he would be asked for the number or be accosted by someone. I was even more afraid that he was drunk outside and got hit by a car.

But at this point...

I didn't care even if he died outside.

I turned off my phone and fell asleep.

At some point, the sound of the door opening woke me up.

Patrick ordered me as usual.

"Nora, serve me a glass of water."

In the past, I would have already attentively helped him boil water, set the temperature in the bathroom, and prepared desserts and fruits for him.

I casually replied, "I'm sleeping. Don't disturb me."

Patrick walked into the bedroom, with a strong scent of perfume from Megan mixed with the alcohol.

"Are you jealous again?"

"How many times have I said that Megan and I are just friends? You shouldn't be so sensitive every time."

He thought I was sulking about the wedding.

"As you can see, in that situation, as a groomsman, I could only sit with the bridesmaid."

"Is kissing necessary?" I sneered.

Patrick's face turned dark, "That was just a program arranged by the host. Besides, she was so drunk and someone had to take her home."

I sneered.

With so many people, why did it have to be my husband who went to send her?

When I was in school before, many boys who were good at drinking couldn't beat Megan.

There was no way he couldn't see that Megan was pretending to be drunk.

"You can do whatever you want. No need to explain it to me."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard it."

Patrick frowned, sensing that something was wrong with me today.

After all, in the past, he would have been able to coax me with a couple of casual explanations.

"Nora, what's wrong with you today?"

I said calmly, "I'm fine, better than ever!"

"Stop messing around, okay?"

Patrick was a little angry.

"I told you, I'm fine. You shouldn't have come back tonight. You should sleep with Megan. Isn't that what you want the most?"

"You said you weren't jealous!"

Patrick's eyebrows relaxed, finally hearing what he wanted to hear.

"Okay, I'll try to avoid her in the future. I feel uncomfortable being sticky all over. Go and prepare for me. I want to take a bath."

He served other women outside, but he wanted me to serve him when he came back.

What a joke!

"I told you I wanted to sleep!"