Not far from her, a middle-aged man and a young woman were standing at the counter. Theresia recognized the man right away. It was Eric. As for the woman clinging to his arm, she didn’t need anyone to spell it out for her.
All her life, Eric had seemed like the perfect husband, the kind who doted on his wife and put his family first. Now, watching this scene unfold, Theresia felt her whole worldview tilt. The so-called good husband, good father, was just a mask. Underneath, he was nothing but a cheating jerk. The irony stung.
Theresia stopped. “Excuse me,” she told the sales associate, “I’d like to use the restroom first.”
The associate smiled. “Of course, ma’am. Go right, all the way down, then turn left.”
Theresia walked off in that direction, but the bathroom wasn’t her destination. Instead, she slipped into a quiet corner, pulled out her phone, and aimed it at Eric and his companion.
The woman was whining, her voice sugary sweet. “Honey, I really want that premium bird’s nest. Will you buy it for me?”
Eric looked clueless. He didn’t put any faith in these health supplements. “A box of that stuff costs as much as a designer purse. Are you sure you’d rather have bird’s nest than a new bag?”
The woman pouted and dropped his hand, looking as if she might cry. “You think I want to eat it? It’s for your son, the one I’m carrying. If you don’t want to buy it, that’s fine… he’s the one missing out.”
She sulked, and Eric melted. “Come on, I’m just joking. Don’t be mad. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you. Happy now?”
He turned to the sales associate. “We’ll take all the top-grade bird’s nest you have. Please wrap them up for us.”
The woman’s mood flipped immediately. “Now that’s more like it. You always say that, except for giving me your last name, you’d pull the moon out of the sky if I asked.”
Eric had a reputation now, connections, a place in high society. A stable family was his biggest asset. He wasn’t about to divorce Leila. But he wanted a son to inherit everything, so keeping a mistress was his solution.
To him, this wasn’t a problem. Every man wanted the same thing, he just happened to be able to pull it off.
Theresia just slipped the receipt into his pocket, smiling. “Just make sure you reimburse me.”
Farris stood there, blinking, completely thrown off.
Theresia burst out laughing at the look on his face. “What’s wrong, Farris? Cat got your tongue?”
She strode off toward the entrance, still grinning.
Farris rolled his eyes and muttered, “Theresia, cut me some slack, will you?”
Out of all her male classmates, Theresia was closest to Farris. The two of them had the easiest, most natural friendship.

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