Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 1 Episode 2

Two hours later, in front of the police station.

“Tabatha, nothing happened between Walter and me. I was feeling sick and Walter brought meds for me. I didn’t know why the police would come to my house and bring us here.” Ashley looked at me with an innocent look, seemingly pitiful.

Looking at her, I nodded and smiled, “It’s alright. Since it’s a misunderstanding, you should go home and get some rest. I hailed a taxi for you. It’s late. Walter and I won’t drive you home.”

Ashley looked at my expression and believed that I wasn’t mad. She turned to Walter with a loving gaze. But Walter was giving off a dangerous vibe. She left without saying anything else.

I drove to the police station. After Ashley left, I got into the car and sat in the passenger seat without waiting for Walter. It was 4 a.m. I was sleepy and closed my eyes.

Before I could fall asleep, Walter sat in the driver’s seat and asked, “Did you call the police?”

His tone was harsh.

“Yes,” I grunted without opening my eyes as I didn’t want to look at him.

“Why?” Walter didn’t start the car. It seemed that he didn’t want to leave.

I pinched the bridge of my nose to drive my sleepiness away. I opened my eyes and tilted my head to look at him before saying grumpily, “You woke me up at midnight. It’s my retaliation.”

He frowned and arched a brow. “I woke you up?”

Noticing his confused expression, I paused. He didn’t know about the call.

I didn’t say anything and just closed my eyes to get some sleep.

I believed that I didn’t have to spell it out for him.

Walter didn’t ask more questions and simply started the car.

The next day.

I asked for a day off as I stood up all night. I slept till sunset.

Walter wasn’t in the house when I woke up. I had a simple meal and turned on my phone. It showed that I had a few missed calls.

Besides the office, the rest of the calls were from Ashley.

When I was about to return the call, my phone vibrated. Ashley was calling.

I picked it up and didn’t say a word.

Ashley said, “Tabatha, do you have time? I want to have a word with you.”

“No.” I lay on the couch lazily.

“I’m coming to the Water Villa.”

She hung up immediately, worrying that I would reject her.

15 minutes later.

Ashley was standing outside my door in a green dress. With her curvy figure and beautiful face, she didn’t look like a woman in her thirties at all.

I arched a brow. “You’re fast.”

Ashley smiled, “Walter said the house in Qanat Community was too small and bought me a mansion near here.” She walked into the living room and looked around.

She turned and said to me, “Walter bought this house three years ago for us. It was decorated in the style I liked. I was surprised that the decoration was still the same.”

I leaned on the couch and nodded with a straight face before saying indifferently. “You always have good taste. However, I grew tired of the decoration after two years. I plan to smash it for renovation.”

Ashley turned her attention to me and her gaze darkened. She changed the subject. “Tabatha, Walter and I have been together for five years.”

I looked up from my phone and said, “So? Does it have anything to do with me?”

“You…” She lost her fine control of her expression. “So, you’re the other woman. Walter doesn’t love you. You two are married because our families need it for their businesses. Now, I’m back. You shall give me back my rightful position.”

I leaned backward into the couch and glanced at her with a smile. “OK. I get it.”

Ashley stared at me and snapped as I was talking about my marriage like a stranger. “Tabatha, can’t you hear me? Walter doesn’t love you. Why do you have to hoard him? Why do you have to stand between me and Walter?”

I sat up straight and propped my head up with my hand, looking at her impatiently. “What a great speech. Are you here to ask me to divorce Walter?”

Ashely was honest and nodded. “Yes. As long as you agree to divorce, I’ll ask Walter to be generous about the divorce settlement.”

I smiled and nodded. My phone was connected the whole time. I said to the person on the other line, “Mr. Hinton, do you agree with her proposal?”