Chapter 4

Clarissa Hart POV

We arrived at the villa.

"I have a gathering with Seraphina tonight," Adrian said through the lowered window to my retreating back.

"You're pregnant, so it's not convenient for you to go to that kind of place. Get some rest early."

I didn't turn around. I waved my hand and went inside.

In the middle of the night, an unknown number called.

"Adrian's drunk. Come pick him up." It was Seraphina's voice.

She hung up immediately, then sent an address.

A top-tier private club.

I decided to go.

I wanted to see what other tricks Seraphina had up her sleeve.

I changed clothes without putting on makeup, got in my car with a bare face, and drove over.

When I arrived, several servers stood outside the private room door, seemingly hesitating about whether to go in.

Through the half-open door, I could see the gaudy lights and hear the noise inside.

Adrian and Seraphina sat on the central sofa surrounded by people, all of them cheering.

They were playing a game where they passed playing cards using only their mouths-an intimate, provocative game.

Soon, the card reached Seraphina and Adrian.

The crowd began whistling and cheering loudly.

Seraphina held the card in her mouth, looked at Adrian with hazy eyes, and slowly moved closer.

Closer, even closer.

The card fluttered down.

Their lips touched.

The cheers grew louder, almost lifting the roof.

Adrian didn't push her away.

Under the influence of alcohol, he even reached out, cupped the back of Seraphina's head, and deepened the kiss.

His eyes were closed, his expression intoxicated and wild-a look I'd never seen before.

I stood outside the door watching him like this, and my heart went completely cold.

I was about to leave quietly when Seraphina chased after me, as if she'd known I was there all along.

"Did you see?" Seraphina stood before me, triumph written on her face. "Adrian has always loved me. He only married you because your face resembles mine a little, and you're more docile and easier to control than I am."

She leaned close, her voice dropping very low.

"I advise you to abort the baby and get lost while you still can. Otherwise, when he gets tired of you, you'll be thrown out without a penny and become a laughingstock."

I asked expressionlessly, "Does Adrian know that the 'girl' he's cherished and loved for years is someone as two-faced as you?"

With that, I ignored the shock and anger on Seraphina's face, walked past her, and entered the private room.

The room fell silent at once.

Everyone stared at me, this uninvited guest who'd suddenly barged in, their expressions varied.

I kept my eyes forward, walked to Adrian's side, and helped up the man who was too drunk to know where he was.

His body was heavy, most of his weight pressing on me.

I supported him, turned, and left without looking at anyone else.

Back in the car, I dumped Adrian into the passenger seat.

He leaned against the seat back, mumbling Seraphina's name incoherently.

"Seraphina... don't go..."

I gripped the steering wheel, started the car, and stared at the dark road ahead.

"Just wait a little longer."

Just wait a little longer, and I'd be free.

When Adrian woke up, his head was splitting. He only had vague memories of the previous night.

He only remembered drinking a lot, and that I seemed to have picked him up later.

"I didn't do anything inappropriate last night, did I?" He rubbed his temples, asking nervously.

I was changing in the walk-in closet. Hearing this, I just shook my head calmly. "No, you fell asleep after getting drunk."

I finished changing and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going?" Adrian grabbed my arm.

My coldness unsettled him.

"To see Callum."

Adrian's face immediately darkened.

"Stay away from him," he warned. "Men understand men best. The way he looks at you isn't right."

I found it ridiculous and retorted, "You look at Seraphina the same way."

Adrian was speechless for a moment.

He released my arm irritably, but his tone remained forceful.

"I didn't bring you tiramisu yesterday, so I prepared something else for you..."

His words trailed off.

A document slid out from the drawer he'd pulled open and fluttered to the floor at his feet.

It was the signed divorce papers.