Just when Serene had finished replying the message and was getting ready to switch off her phone, it rang once again.
It was from an unknown caller and she did bother looking at the display screen either. She subconsciously thought it was Chainer who had called back. Once she accepted the call, she immediately scolded the recipient bluntly on the phone, “Chainer! Are you done yet? I don’t miss you at all and don’t want to meet you! Please stop harassing me!”
Serene blurted everything out in one go and took a deep breath right after. She felt great upon releasing all her pent-up anger toward Chainer.
However, a familiar male voice that was low, deep, and seductive was heard from the other end. “I’m not Chainer.”
Serene was speechless.
The chilly, cold tone permeated through the phone with his short reply.
Serene was stunned by the unexpected voice that she nearly dropped her phone. Of course, she was able to recognize his voice.
She smacked her head, feeling upset. How could she still receive a call from Wilson?
She held her phone tightly and was still dumbfounded at the shock of him calling. She bit her lips and did not dare to breathe aloud.
Even though she had done nothing wrong since the person who was at fault was obviously him.
Wilson on the other side interrogated her in a stern voice, “Why are you not speaking? Are you disappointed to find out I’m not Chainer?”
Serene gulped down a mouthful of saliva. She then recalled the humiliation she had gone through in his apartment that particular morning. The vivid memories of Mrs. Jarret asking her out to chat alone and afterward, giving her a bank credit card while requesting her to leave Wilson flooded her mind. Once she recalled those memories, she once again felt like a joke to them.
The rims of her eyes started to feel sore.
She hated Wilson’s dishonesty toward her and how he had concealed the truth. She then vented out her anger, “Yeah, I’m terribly disappointed. Why is the person who called me not Chainer but you?”
“Serene Ludd.”
The man enunciated each syllable of her name slowly and clearly. He was evidently angry with her.
Why should she care whether he was angry or not? “Mr. Jarret, as a married man, it’s inappropriate to call me so late at night! You should spend more time accompanying Mrs. Jarret!”
“‘I’ve told you, Ruby was never my wife!”
Serene smirked in ridicule. “Wilson! I used to think that Chainer was scum. However, now I feel you’re even worse than him. At the very least, Chainer admitted that he was a two-timer. You, however, were two-timing but still don’t want to admit it.”
He claimed that Ruby was not Mrs. Jarret. Was he treating her as illiterate or a gullible idiot?
Although the marriage certificate Ruby had thrown at her was not a marriage certificate issued locally, she could immediately recognize that it was one issued overseas. As for which country, she was not too sure but these details were unimportant.
The main point was that Wilson was already married! Additionally, the name of his partner on the marriage certificate was not her but another woman!
Serene disconnected the call and switched off her phone.
She hid beneath the blanket like an injured little animal and cried for a very long time.
Standing beside the door outside Serene’s bedroom were her parents who were eavesdropping on her phone conversation.
Both adults sighed heavily. “It seems like they’ve really broken up.”
“Let’s go! Don’t disturb our daughter sleeping.”
…
In Rome, Italy.
Wilson drank and gulped down a big, tall glass of brandy. His stomach, heart, and all his organs felt like that were burnt and scalded.
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