No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1866

Chapter 1866 Reaping What Was Sown

In a heartbeat, Rochelle blacked out, slumping to the floor. When she regained her senses, she was sprawled in an unfamiliar room, wait a minute, wasn't this the same man she had dispatched to Elisa's room?

She knew she hadn't been violated, but the optics of sharing a room with a naked man were a catastrophe waiting to happen if anyone stumbled upon them. Suppressing the urge to throttle the guy, Rochelle tried to shake him awake.

But the man was out cold from drugs. No amount of shaking seemed to work.

Beads of sweat formed on Rochelle's forehead, tracing a path down her face. And then, footsteps sounded outside, spurring her into action like a deer in headlights.

The steps were closing in, offering Rochelle zero time to think. She ducked into a nearby closet, and that's when Paul's voice and a female stranger's voice drifted in.

Paul's voice was tinged with eagerness as he said, "Oh, baby, how I missed you."

The woman played the coquette, responding with a saccharine-sweet, "You naughty boy."

The sheer sweetness might give anyone cavities.

They entered the room, wrapped up in their little reunion, blissfully unaware of the man passed out on the bed.

Rochelle's mental gears clicked. This must be Paul's room! D*mn, I've been played!

"What the heck—!"

The woman shrieked, spotting the guy on the bed. She turned her gaze to Paul, asking, "Why's there a dude here?"

The unwarranted discovery made the woman question Paul's sexual orientation. Paul seemed on edge, ready to intervene, but her angry outburst punctured his confidence.

"How the h*ll would I know?" Paul grumbled, scratching his head with frustration.

"Probably some id*ot who can't handle his boozes."

Realizing her overreaction, the woman sheepishly apologized. "Um... shall we continue then?"

Rochelle initially intended to avoid misunderstandings with Paul, so she stayed hidden in the closet. But that didn't matter now.

'Whack!'

Rochelle stormed out from the darkness and violently slapped the woman's face.

Taken aback by the unexpected figure springing from the closet, the woman's scream filled the air.

The woman was a complete stranger to Rochelle – probably a new intern. Who would've guessed that Paul would be all chummy with someone new the second she turned her back? This was flat-out cheating and betrayal!

Anger blazed in Rochelle's eyes as she pointed an accusatory finger at the woman, unleashing a torrent of curses. "B*tch! You seriously thought you could steal my man?"

With that, she landed another slap on the woman's face.

The woman cradled her stinging cheek, tears flowing as she sobbed, cornered by the thought that Paul's legitimate wife had caught her red-handed. She didn't dare to put up a fight.

Paul's head pounded from the chaos, spiraling into a mess. He yelled, "Shut up, both of you! You're driving me insane."

Catching Rochelle's bewildered expression, he ignored any explanation. Rochelle charged at him, seemingly wanting to slap him as well.

Paul forcefully pushed her aside, his anger boiling over. "Know your place. You're just a mistress."

Rochelle stared at Paul, her eyes wide with shock. He had never spoken to her this way before.

Realizing that Rochelle was also in the same boat as her, a mistress, the woman's anger flared. She stood up, lunging at Rochelle, ready to fight tooth and nail.