This situation was within my expectations. Arthur's affair was a fact, but it didn't necessarily mean he was indeed in love with Lyla. After ten years together, seeing my face every day, he was probably just bored and looking for something new.
Lyla was using this as her leverage, but it was clear she was going to lose badly.
I didn't like getting involved in these kinds of things, but I wasn't a saint either. Seeing them suffer brought me more joy than I'd like to admit.
So, I sent Nora a coffee cards as a gift, which she repeatedly refused.
[I just can't stand seeing a scumbag and his mistress," she said. "I hope you're not too upset, Avery.]
[I was pretty heartbroken when I found out, but I'm feeling better now.]
I added: [But I can get you coffee.]
Nora sent a cute emoji and accepted it.
[Thanks, Avery. Mr. Ford's life is going to be miserable without you.]
[Everyone knows half of this company's success is thanks to you. I have no idea what he sees in Lyla.]
I smiled but didn't reply anything.
[But I'm still curious. Lyla graduated from a prestigious university, too. How could she stoop so low? If I were her, I'd be disgusted with myself.]
[Sometimes education doesn't reflect a person's character.]
[You're right, Avery.]
After that, Nora went back to work, and I exited to open Emmett's messages.
Since that day, Emmett and I had grown closer, and he often invited me out under the guise of easing my stress.
After several outings, his friends started giving us knowing looks.
But I didn't refuse. Partly out of a desire for revenge and partly because I didn't know many people in Mayby, nor did I have much of a social life, spending my days under constant pressure from readers to update my writings. Having some diversion wasn't a bad thing.
Moreover, Emmett is indeed very handsome, standing at six-foot-three with a well-built physique, exuding a rugged charm just by being there.
He was exactly the type I go for at this age.
Arthur was handsome and well-built, too, but by comparison, he was practically a beanpole.
I looked down at Emmett's message.
[Want to hang out tonight?]
[Sure.]
Emmett's daily activities fit his tough-guy image perfectly.
The first time we went out, he took me to a boxing gym.
He taught me how to throw a punch, where to channel my strength, and where to hit for a knockout.