At night, the wind blew gently, lifting the sheer white curtains in front of the French windows. The curtains swayed softly with the breeze, revealing two entwined figures inside. The man was strong, while the woman exuded a captivating charm. Soft gasps and muted moans filled the air.
The perfect blend of light and shadow highlighted their bodies, creating an intimate scene. It was late at night, and the wind was particularly fierce. It was a time for betrayal.
Anna lie low on the balcony railing, her body tense, her expression a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. She was there to catch them. The man on the bed was her boyfriend. Having received a tip-off about his unfaithfulness, she had hidden herself away, waiting for the moment to pounce and confront the cheating scoundrel.
Everything was perfectly planned. But no matter how meticulous the plan, there are always variables that can go wrong…
A subtle, alluring fragrance drifted through the air, momentarily distracting her. It was pleasant, but she couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. She could even feel the warmth of someone's breath against her bare arm.
It was soft and tingling, like a feather brushing against her skin.
Suppressing the unease in her heart, Anna shifted her position slightly. She turned her head to look at the man beside her on the narrow balcony.
He wore a fitted black Italian suit that accentuated his perfect physique. His handsome face was framed by tousled hair, and his piercing eyes held an enticing allure. His lips, though tightly pressed, exuded an air of elegance.
Anna, who had seen her fair share of handsome male models and stars, felt momentarily mesmerized. This man belonged in a luxurious lounge, holding a glass of red wine while listening to soft violin music—not squished onto a cramped balcony with her.
The tension was palpable, leaving Anna at a loss for words. She forced a smile and asked, “What a coincidence! Are you here to catch them too?”
“Catch them? What do you mean?” he replied, confusion flickering across his face.
“Uh… is the man in there your boyfriend?”
Julia, caught off guard, hesitated. She had been about to deny it, but the intensity of Anna’s gaze made her swallow her words and silently put on the metaphorical hat of shame.
Still green, she thought.
Anna nodded, taking out her phone to scroll through the pictures she had just taken. “Since we’ve both been deceived, we’re practically allies now. Do you want any photos? I can send them to you, just in case you need proof to confront him.”
Anna's tone was surprisingly light. This man was undeniably impressive. Even though her boyfriend had his merits, he paled in comparison. The difference felt like comparing a simple home-cooked meal to a gourmet feast.
She couldn't comprehend why Julia would settle for someone who was unfaithful, especially when a man like this was available. But she knew if he chose to end things with Julia, there would be resistance.
“Aren't you upset?” Julia asked, clearly confused by Anna’s nonchalance.
“Upset?” Anna blinked, momentarily pulled from her thoughts. “What’s the point of being upset? I’m just glad I found out early. Otherwise, I would have wasted my time on someone unworthy.”
Although Anna maintained her easygoing demeanor, a hint of discomfort lingered within her, much less than she had anticipated.
Coughing softly, she acknowledged that while it was wrong to feel this way, she couldn’t help but take some satisfaction in the situation…
The light from the room illuminated Anna’s face, and suddenly, a wild idea sparked in Julia's mind.
“Do you want revenge?” Julia's voice lowered, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.
