Mr. Johnson, Your Fiancée Cheated novel Chapter 8

I sighed. "I'm not interested in dating right now. I just want to focus on my career. Maybe later."

He tried to push the issue, but I deflected, talking about work instead.

My mom had a rough life with my dad. He'd spent my entire childhood torn between her and his first love, torturing himself and nearly driving my mom crazy. When I was eighteen, he finally chose his first love, leaving us with nothing. He took all the money and left us to fend for ourselves. It wasn't until two years ago that my mom finally found happiness with someone else.

She always said that you can't force love, and you shouldn't settle. Once a relationship is broken, it's hard to fix.

That's why I couldn't ignore Sarah's betrayal. I hated indecisive people. I believed that everyone, whether man or woman, should be faithful in a relationship.

But Sarah had taught me a valuable lesson. The only thing in this world that wouldn't betray you was money. Instead of wasting time on sadness, I needed to invest in myself.

I blocked Sarah's number, along with her parents'. I needed a clean break, no more lingering attachments.

I poured all my energy into my work and self-improvement, spending my days between home and the office, pushing all thoughts of Sarah away.

"Mr. Davis, how long will we be out of town?" my new assistant, Lisa, asked.

I looked up from my paperwork. "Two days. Just pack a change of clothes."

Lisa was the younger sister of my previous assistant, who'd recommended her before going on maternity leave. I wasn't usually a fan of nepotism, but Lisa was just as competent as her sister, so I'd kept her on.

I hadn't expected her first mistake to happen during a business trip.

We were standing in the hotel lobby, staring at each other in disbelief.

Lisa fidgeted nervously. "Are you sure there are no rooms available?" she asked the receptionist for the tenth time.

"Miss Lee, I've told you, we're fully booked. There's been a series of rainstorms, and travelers are stranded. All the hotels in the area are full."

"But…"

I sighed. "Forget it. We'll take the one room."

Luckily, Lisa had accidentally booked a room with two beds, thinking we were friends on vacation. If it had been a single bed, I wouldn't have known what to do.

I used a bedsheet to create a makeshift divider between the beds.

"Mr. Davis, can I call my family?" Lisa asked hesitantly.

I knew what she was thinking. "Go ahead. If you're worried, we can video call them. I'll explain the situation. I'll get a separate room tomorrow when the weather clears up."

I didn't want to risk any rumors or misunderstandings.

Lisa nodded and video called her parents. They were furious, practically yelling through the screen.

I patiently explained the situation, assuring them that I wouldn't harm their daughter.

They eventually calmed down, but they still insisted that Lisa keep them updated.

I sighed. If it weren't for the important meeting tomorrow, I would have slept in the hallway.

"Mr. Davis, you can sleep now. I'll put my phone on silent," Lisa said, burrowing under the covers.

Her voice was muffled, barely audible.

I was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, I got a separate room as soon as one became available. The awkward situation was avoided.

The business trip went smoothly. The client was someone I'd worked with before, and we quickly finalized the deal.

Back in Seattle, Lisa picked me up from the airport. "Mr. Davis, thanks for looking out for me these past few days. Let me drive you home."

"Sure," I agreed.

I was exhausted, looking forward to a hot shower and a long sleep.

We arrived at my apartment building. I thanked Lisa, and she blushed.

"Don't mention it. Get some rest. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," I replied, watching her drive away.

I turned to go inside, but stopped dead in my tracks. Sarah was standing there, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You checked into a hotel with her?" she asked, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief.

Seeing her anger, I knew exactly who had told her. Mark was the only one who knew about the hotel situation.

I looked at her coldly. "What's it to you?"

She gasped, her face contorted with hurt. "Are you trying to get back at me?"

I mimicked her earlier tone. "Don't flatter yourself. Only a guilty conscience sees everything as dirty."

Sarah swayed, almost losing her balance. Perhaps she was finally feeling the anger I'd felt that night. But it was too late.

I thought that would be the last time I saw her. But the next morning, she was waiting for me again.

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