I even wondered if Dahlia, who reached out to me, had some sort of hidden agenda.
Lately, there seemed to be mistresses deliberately targeting the main character.
Could she be the reason my husband vanished those nights?
She was strikingly beautiful, with all the qualities to be a third party and tempt men.
I couldn't help but glance at Dahlia beside me and see her eyeing my husband.
And the way she looked at my husband was different.
In a fit of rage, I could no longer stop myself from pushing her, saying, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
She was filled with confusion. She withdrew her gaze from my husband and turned to look at me. She asked back, "What's wrong? You suddenly burst out your frustration on me even if I did nothing to you."
I wouldn't deny being a bit puzzled and since she didn't know that person was my husband, it didn't seem fair to be too furious with her.
But I couldn't rule out that she might have known and was deliberately trying to provoke me.
Not knowing what to do, I was fuming and took out my phone to send my husband a message, [Come here.]
I watched him pull out his phone and then suddenly halt.
The men in suits and leather shoes who followed him also came to a stop.
He looked around and seemed to be looking for me.
I stood beside Dahlia without moving, waiting for my dear husband to find me. I wanted to test whether he knew the woman I was with and whether they had an affair.
Sure enough, he found me quickly, lowered his head and explained something to the men in suits beside him.
The suited men continued and he turned around and headed toward me. He started walking fast but then suddenly paused.
I saw him glance at the young lady next to me. However, he stopped when he saw Dahlia next to me.
I was horrified, almost confirmed that he knew the woman beside me.
As much as I didn't want to be an overthinker, negativities entered my mind and everything went chaotic.
I was fuming with rage and aware Beckett indeed had a problem.
I shot him a hurt look and turned to leave. As I walked away, I broke into a run.
By the time Beckett caught up with me, I had already left the mall. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and I struggled against him, feeling completely out of sorts.
Since he didn't understand, he questioned me, "Baby, what's wrong? Can you tell me?"
I tried to ignore him, resisting his attempt to hug me.