My Husband's Mistress Looks Like Me

In the summer of the second year of senior high school, the sun was scorching and the wind was blowing through the trees.

She was a quiet girl. Although she looks pure and attractive, she is an unwelcome slow starter who wasn't willing to communicate with others. She always sat in a quiet corner, reading a book.

He was an unruly schoolboy. He studied well but also fought with others. With a good-looking face, he was welcomed by girls and had great appeal.

"Hey, what's your problem? How did Sherry annoy you? You've kicked the ball to her three times."

"Pacey, you want to draw Sherry's attention, but she always ignores you. Haha..."

"Lol, you're correct."

Teenagers at that age always had a desire to spy on ambiguous feelings.

The crowd finally shut up when Pacey flexed his wrist, waved his hand, and pretended to attack them.

However, he still needed the ball back.

In crooked school uniform, with his hand in his pocket, he kicked stones on the ground and went straight to Sherry sitting on the bench. The football was not far from her, but she didn't even look at it.

She didn't lift her head until a shadow came down on her and her book, blowing up the sun.

Unexpectedly, his face with a ruffian smile appeared in her eyes: "You despise me, don't you?"

He had a fight yesterday, leaving a wound on his face, but it didn't weaken his handsomeness.

"You're obstructing my reading." She said.

Her voice, as pure and gentle as her appearance, tickled his ears, and his heart.

This feeling arose from the first time he heard her reciting a high-grade essay in the class when he transferred to this school.

"Sherry, we were in the same class, and you wouldn't even help me to pick up a ball. Did I offend you, or do you despise me?" He didn't move away but stepped forward again. She sat there and his calf touched her knee.

Sherry looked at him, then the ball. She closed her book and said, "I picked it up for you once in PE class last month. Since then, you kicked the ball to me every PE lesson. The goal is nearly 500 meters away from me. You, who broke the goal record of school, should be a good shooter. So, I think you are disturbing me on purpose."

As if she was afraid he hadn't understood, or that she hadn't expressed herself clearly enough, she repeated, "You're deliberately asking me to pick up the ball for you...and I refuse."

Pacey wanted to laugh but held back as he listened to her rambling analysis and conclusion. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Well done." He bent his back, with his eyes fixed straight on her, and grinned gangly, "How about, you analyze again why I did what I did?"

He leaned to her that he breathed on her face. Sherry was a little uncomfortable. She frowned and turned away: "You stink."

Pacey: "..."

"Oops", "Haha..."

"It's god damn hilarious. Haha..." The others laugh at him.

They had been playing ball for almost a lesson, and, in such a hot summer. It was very normal that they were sweating and smelled bad. Boys wouldn't feel any dis-comfortable with each other. But now, Pacey, the notorious bully of the school, was disliked by the compliant girl of the class who was known to be gentle and never fight with anyone and even spoke in a soft voice!!!

It was enough to make them laugh for a whole year.

Pacey was angry. He threatened them sinisterly, "Is, that, funny?!"

Crowd: "..." It was funny. But they dare not to admit it.

Midnight. Laneshire.

As soon as Pacey came home, he saw the dim light in the dining room.

On the table, there were some covered meals, and Sherry lay on the sofa, already asleep. Beside her was a packaging bag, on which was her beautiful writing: Happy third anniversary, Pacey.

Pacey was suddenly stunned. He recalled that she had been so inarticulate in the last two days.

He sat beside the sofa and looked at her curled eyelashes, running his long fingers across her cheek, lingering briefly on it before moving his fingertips to her lips.

His fingertips brushed against her soft lips, pressing them and brushing again.

He bent down and covered her mouth with his thin lips, tossing and lingering.