"Miss Quinn, some things are better left unsaid. It's for your own good."
"As for what happened between me and Fairchild, I never planned on clinging to him or forcing him to take responsibility for me."
"So, Miss Quinn, if you still want to be Mrs. Fairchild, you should just turn a blind eye and let it go."
Chloe Kendall's words undoubtedly confirmed Seraphina Quinn's suspicions to some extent.
Seraphina's heart clenched into a tight knot, then felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand invisible needles, tearing her apart with a raw, agonizing pain.
Her voice was muffled and heavy, as if choked by a wad of damp cotton. "How far did you two go last night?"
As soon as she spoke, Chloe's soft laugh came from the other end of the line:
"Miss Quinn, a married man stays out all night for another young woman. Isn't that enough to prove everything?"
Seraphina gripped her phone tighter, her voice turning cold. "From the sound of it, you seem quite proud of being the other woman."
