Betrayal Behind The Scenes

"It seems so hard to even find, let alone meet you after you married Keenan." Liam, a man who is an old friend of Catherine Chandra, raised his glass, inviting the woman's glass to clink with his.

Catherine smiled, her eyes winking to the side. "I love Keenan, and I have to be a good wife to him by not seeing other men like you."

The two old friends laughed heartily. Tonight, Liam met Catherine because he wanted to invite her to rejoin their company.

"You're beautiful and talented, Cath, but I admire that you're willing to give everything up for your husband. Ah, you're even more beautiful now that you're married." Liam teased as he folded the black folder that had been open all this time.

"I just don't want to be a disobedient wife." Catherine chuckled softly. "You also know, it was very difficult for me to find a well-established man like Keenan."

Catherine's phone rang softly, and an alarm for tonight's schedule prompted her to grab her clutch and stand up. "I have to go tonight."

"Meeting Keenan?" Liam asked.

"Of course. He's my only man every night."

Liam patted the woman's arm lightly. "Alright, your old habit hasn't changed. In that case, let's part ways. I hope we can meet again someday."

"Of course, Liam. I'm sure this won't be our last meeting," said Catherine.

They hugged briefly, then parted ways. Catherine went to her car in the parking lot. However, before she started the engine, a text message startled her.

***

The sound of moans filled the 5x5-meter room in a five-star hotel. A brown-haired woman led the way, making the man beneath her enjoy the moment.

"You're amazing, Arsila...."

CRASH!

The man and woman, amid their heated encounter, turned in shock, halting what they were doing and quickly covering their bodies with the blanket.

"LET ME IN!" Catherine shouted angrily as two officers blocked her entry into the hotel and allowed her inside.

Catherine's rage peaked as she stormed to the bed, yanking the blanket off Arsila.

SLAP!

A slap landed on Arsila's cheek, causing her face to turn aside. "ARE YOU STEALING MY HUSBAND?! HUH?!"

Arsila didn't respond; her head lowered as if feeling no guilt.

"ANSWER ME, ARSILA-"

"Watch your tone, Catherine!" Standing at 180 centimeters, the man pulled his wife away from Arsila.

"Show respect to Arsila and stop this cheap drama!" Keenan yelled.

"Cheap? What do you mean? I'm your wife, Keenan. This cheap woman is the one who stole you from me!" Catherine shouted back.

Keenan stood up, put on his pants, and pulled Catherine away from the bed. "Do you realize what you've done?!"

"Do you realize what you've done, Keenan? Why are you sleeping with another woman when I invited you for dinner?!" Catherine's voice quivered violently.