Chapter 8
At the head of the Nanan River Bridge.
From a distance, I saw my wife’s lover again.
He was wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses and a khaki trench coat, which made him look quite dashing.
I sneered. Only I knew that this man was all show and no substance-a flashy shell with nothing but chaff inside.
What kind of decent man would do something like seducing someone else’s wife?
My wife was foolish too. Of all the people she could have chosen, why did she have to get involved with her personal trainer at the gym?
Was it just for that body?
Idiot.
My wife’s lover extended his wrist, revealing a Green Submariner.
Damn, green again.
What a superficial man.
I flicked the ash from my cigar. The whole chunk fell into the rolling river, like tossing a useless film negative into the darkroom’s water tray.
I said in a low voice, “You spent the deposit on this?”
Zhao Ben let out a couple of awkward laughs. “Didn’t cost much. It’s second-hand.”
I didn’t dwell on the issue any longer and went straight to the biggest question that had been haunting me these past two days: “Last night, why were there two people?”
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