The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 83

Mia sighed. "She meddled in your marriage, so she's definitely repulsive. Don't let it get to you. If worse comes to worst, you can just introduce a few gorgeous women to your husband and let them turn his and his mistress's lives upside down. If you don't have the connections, I do. Leave it to me, you can trust me."

Mia was a top-tier sales director. Before coming to Stellaride Computing, she frequently took clients to high-end private clubs.

Those places had every type of woman imaginable. Bringing a few in to stir the pot was definitely doable.

If her husband had been anyone other than Mathis, Bianca would have actually considered it.

Unfortunately, it was Mathis. The man was unhinged.

Bianca sighed. "Forget it, I don't want to get tangled up in their mess. I'll just go through the normal legal process with him."

Mia shrugged. "Well, whenever you give the word, I'll set it up for you."

Bianca felt genuinely grateful. "Thank you!"

They arrived at the bar Milo had sent them the address to. The ambiance was great, featuring a very exotic interior design.

Everyone was either enjoying a drink or chatting. On stage, a beautiful girl was playing the guitar and singing an English song, her voice remarkably clear and bright.

It wasn't some sketchy dive bar.

Still, the smell of cigarette smoke made Bianca frown.

She was pregnant; she was never coming to a place like this again.

Mia, being incredibly observant, noticed immediately. "Don't like the smell of smoke?"

"It's fine. Once in a while is okay," Bianca said, not wanting to ruin the mood since they were already there.

A server led them to the table Milo had reserved. "Mr. Wilder said you can order whatever you like, it's on his tab."

Bianca politely replied, "Alright, thank you! Go ahead and tend to your other tables, we'll take our time."

Mia scanned the QR code and asked Bianca what she wanted to drink.

"Water."

Mia smiled. "Ms. Baldwin, you really should smile more. You look so pretty when you do. Let me tell you, never let a garbage husband and his mistress ruin your mood.

There are plenty of fish in the sea. Just look at the stage—there are handsome guys practically being sold wholesale up there."

Bianca looked over. Milo was already singing and dancing to an upbeat Harbor City dialect song. She couldn't understand the lyrics, but it sounded great.

Milo wasn't just a good singer; his dancing was incredibly passionate. He wore gloves over his slightly chubby hands, hiding them from the audience.

He exuded pure charisma on stage, and the female audience members frequently cheered for him.

Once the song ended, it was as if he became an entirely different person, sitting down on stage to sing a slow, sorrowful Harbor City ballad.

Mia was swept up in the emotion and began humming along. Bianca, still unable to understand the words, simply sat quietly sipping her water.

After his performance, Milo came straight over to their table and took off his gloves. Bianca looked at his pale, chubby hands and chuckled.

Milo sighed, "Laugh all you want. I absolutely hate people with nice hands."