Chapter: 531
The house was just as clean and minimalist as ever.
Cautiously, she made her way to Jonathan's bedroom. Pushing the door open, she spotted his black slippers discarded on the floor.
He lay asleep, yet his brow furrowed and lips tightly pressed together portrayed a troubled rest.
Approaching, Bethany brushed her fingers against his furrowed brow and ran them through his tousled hair.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have uttered those harsh words. I'm so sorry," she whispered.
As if sensing her presence, Jonathan stirred, shifting from lying flat to turning on his side.
His silk pajamas slipped off his shoulder, revealing a hint of skin.
Bethany's gaze wandered instinctively. Where once a tattoo marked his skin, now there was none. Instead, there were a few bite marks, faint yet visible.
They bore witness to a depth of passion that lingered, leaving indelible traces.
Seeing the bite marks, a wave of real jealousy and envy crashed over Bethany for the first time in her life.
She knew all too well what they signified—Jonathan must have been intimate with another woman.
Her heart seemed to tear open, the wind savagely whipping into the raw wound, leaving her dazed and unsure how to respond.
As clarity slowly seeped back into her thoughts, she jolted as if electrocuted, instinctively stepping away from Jonathan's bed.
How could she overlook the fact that He was married? Surely, it was normal for him to be intimate with his wife.
Just because he still had feelings for her, did it justify her overstepping boundaries?
What was she even doing here? She was trespassing in another man's home, laying hands on another woman's husband.
Resolved to leave, Bethany spun around, but just then, she heard Jonathan stir behind her, his voice a faint whisper.
"Bethany..." He called out her name.
However, Bethany couldn't Linger a moment longer. She hastened out of the bedroom, fleeing from East Shade Bay.
Driving back to the hotel, she was unable to compose herself. The image of the bite marks on Jonathan's shoulder haunted her, the memory constricting around her throat like a vice, making it difficult to breathe.
Her heart ached so profoundly that she struggled to breathe, each gasp a painful effort to persist.
Yet, he had erased the tattoo, and replaced her with someone new.
Wasn't this her wish?
Hadn't she urged him to forget her and move on?