As Xiotan emerged from the restroom, her composure was nearly shattered by the unexpected revelation. The echoes of the conversation she had overheard lingered in her mind, a harsh reminder of the world she had hoped to escape from.
Walking towards the sinks, she saw two women chatting animatedly, their voices dripping with excitement and a disturbing sense of familiarity.
"Fuck, I had so much fun with Lord Mo Li Cheng last night," one of them said, her voice filled with a mix of euphoria and disbelief. "He was so rough that I thought my pu**y was gonna tear. Fuck, it felt like I was in heaven."
"Seriously, you're so lucky," the other woman replied, her tone envious. "How did you even manage to hook up with him? I bet you're swimming in money now."
"Absolutely," the first woman boasted, a hint of smugness in her voice. "He even said he can't wait to see me again. He told me he wishes I were his wife instead of that bitch at home. We're meeting again tonight. I can't wait—he just can't get enough of me."
They both giggled, their laughter fading as they exited the restroom, leaving Xiotan standing frozen, her hand still suspended above the sink. The words echoed in her ears, their sting sharper with each repetition.
Tears began to well in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks despite her best efforts to hold them back. She felt a piercing pain, as if something deep within her had been wounded. The betrayal was almost unbearable, the realization of her husband's infidelity cutting through her like a knife. Her heart ached with a mix of betrayal, disappointment, and shame.
Yet, she struggled to maintain her composure. She was a strong woman, one who had faced challenges before. This was no different, she told herself. She couldn't let this destroy her—she had to remain resilient, despite the turmoil inside.
She had been naïve to believe in his sincerity, to think that he could be faithful. The revelation about his actions with another woman was a cruel reminder of his true nature—heartless, deceptive, and driven by his own desires. It was a stark contrast to the person she had hoped he would be.
Determined not to give in to her emotions, Xiotan washed her face and dried her hands, trying to clear away the traces of her tears. Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman who was struggling to hold herself together, but she refused to break down. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt.
Exiting the restroom, she noticed the concerned looks from her guards and Jinxin. Their concern was palpable, but she forced a smile, her heart heavy with sadness.
"Are you alright, Xiotan?" Jinxin asked, her voice laced with genuine worry as she reached for her hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Xiotan replied, her voice steady despite the sadness in her eyes. "Nothing's wrong. Let's continue. I'm almost done here, and we'll leave soon."
As she walked ahead, the sadness in her demeanor was undeniable. The betrayal she felt was a bitter pill to swallow, and she knew that the journey ahead would be challenging. But for now, she would continue to hold her head high, determined to face whatever came next with dignity and strength.