Ezra slammed the door shut without a second thought, leaving Melanie standing on the other side, alone and abandoned.
For a moment, Melanie just stood there, stunned, before she scrambled to her feet and began knocking on the door with frantic urgency. She cried until her throat was raw, but Ezra inside remained unresponsive, ignoring her pleas entirely.
She had come here in the middle of the night, hoping for a fleeting, intimate moment with Ezra, but she hadn’t expected to be so
ruthlessly thrown out. To make matters worse, her coat was still inside, and all she had on now was the revealing lingerie she had
worn to seduce him.
The loud bang of the door echoed, and the noise was enough to draw the attention of a few neighbors in the buildings nearby.
They peeked out, watching Melanie’s humiliation unfold in full view,
“I don’t think she’s the woman who lives here,” one neighbor whispered.
“Yeah, I know the real wife. She’s elegant and beautiful, nothing like this,” another voice chimed in.
“So, what’s this all about? Why is she standing out here like this in the middle of the night, wearing that?“”
“What else could it be? Didn’t you see? She got tossed out, probably because she was the mistress, and the wife found out.”
“Shameless little thing, becoming a homewrecker at her age,” another one spat. “How pathetic.”
Someone even pulled out their phone and started taking pictures.
Melanie, red–faced with anger, instinctively clutched her chest and hurried away, her heart burning with resentment as hatred
simmered in her eyes.
When Shermaine arrived at the research institute, she had expected her life to be filled with nothing but monotony and boredom. But to her surprise, things were far different from what she had imagined.
