His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 213: Truth Prevails

Chapter 213: Truth Prevails

Athena: "..."

’Huh? What did he just say?’ Athena couldn’t believe her ears.

Meanwhile, Dominique maintained his calm demeanor, still listening to Sasha and Ashton.

He turned to Athena when he felt her tugging the sleeve of his suit. He was taken aback when he met her questioning gaze.

’She just heard the truth. Will she ask me about it?’

"That’s absurd!" Sasha yelled at Ashton. "You might be drunk and misheard it!" She tried to deny it.

Ashton kept his mouth shut with conflicting emotions in his eyes.

Sasha grabbed Ashton’s suit tightly. "You don’t have the right to question me. I’ll tell you again. There is nothing wrong with my sex life with my husband. I didn’t spike the wine. And we had sex because we were both drunk. That was a big mistake. If you are truly my friend... I hope you will bury this and forget about what happened between us."

Ashton could only clench his fists tightly before nodding his head. "I’m sorry, Sasha."

"I don’t need your sorry. Just promise me you won’t tell Dominique about it."

Ashton sighed deeply. "I promise. I won’t do something that will ruin your relationship... and our friendship."

After hearing that, Sasha went back inside the grand ballroom. Ashton remained rooted in his spot, regretting his actions.

He didn’t mean to hurt Sasha with those words. Though he had suspicions, Ashton decided not to pry on Sasha and Dominique’s relationship.

But Ashton knew one fact– Dominique hadn’t moved on yet. He was still bothered by Sabrina’s death because, in truth, Dominique had feelings for Sabrina.

He wondered if Sabrina was the reason why Dominique couldn’t satisfy Sasha’s desire. And it was one of the reasons why until now, Sasha couldn’t get pregnant.

After reflecting on his actions, Ashton returned to the ballroom to continue the party. Athena and Dominique were left on the balcony. The two were silent as they stood there.

Athena didn’t know what to say. She was also confused. Ashton’s words kept replaying in her mind.

"Are you okay?" Dominique broke the silence, gently tapping Athena’s shoulder.

Athena furrowed her eyebrows when she looked at him.

"I should be the one asking you that. Why are you so calm? You’ve just heard your wife slept with your best friend. Why aren’t you mad? You should have punched Ashton. Or you should have confronted Sasha. Why did you just stay here, doing nothing!" Athena burst out.

She was angry but she didn’t know why.

Dominique just stared at her for a long moment before responding.

"But I’m cheating on her with my best friend’s girlfriend," Dominique calmly said.

Athena narrowed her eyes when she heard that. "So is it okay with you? Letting your wife sleep with other guys? Do you love her so much that you can tolerate it?"

Dominique’s expression softened when he sensed some hint of jealousy in her words.

"Will you believe me if I say I don’t love her?" He stared at her earnestly when he said those words. He didn’t want her to misunderstand him anymore.

Meanwhile, Athena was at a loss for words. She didn’t know whether to believe him or not. She was tired of his lies. Her hatred toward Dominique was clouding her judgment. She refused to believe anything he said.

It became her coping mechanism to guard her heart against Dominique. She had to keep her resolve.

"Athena, the truth is–"

Dominique was interrupted when several guests walked onto the balcony.

Before he could even say another word, Athena already walked away, heading inside the grand ballroom. She left him, not waiting for him.

Dominique could only heave a deep sigh as he watched her retreating back.

"I lied to her so many times. Now, I don’t think she will hear me out or believe my explanation. What should I do?"

Dominique was aware that revealing the truth was not enough to erase Athena’s hatred. He needed to work hard and prove to her that he loved her.

"Telling her my real feelings now and my deception in the past will only make her doubt me more. She will think I’m just making excuses to justify my actions." Dominique clenched his fists, sadness evident in his eyes.

Dominique also returned to the ballroom hoping to have another chance to talk and be with Athena. Unfortunately, Athena started distancing herself from Dominique. She never left Ashton’s side until the party ended.

*****

Meanwhile, Oliver asked Melody to meet her somewhere private so that they could talk. The two entered one of the VIP suites of the York City Plaza Hotel.

"Why did you call me here? The party is not yet over. Are you going to take advantage of me again?" Melody mocked Oliver, folding her arms across her chest.

Oliver tried to ignore Melody’s provocation.

"We are here to talk, Melody. I will not beat around the bush. I know what you did," Oliver said.

Melody glared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You orchestrated everything. You drugged me. Then you made it look like I forced you and took advantage of you. Melody, I didn’t rape you that night! You used your body to corner me. You deliberately recorded it to blackmail me." Oliver accused her.

Melody arched her eyebrow. "Hmm. Do you have proof? Stop accusing me, Oliver. I’m the victim here and you are the perpetrator." Melody would never admit it. However...

"Stop playing the victim, Melody. No matter what you do, I won’t marry someone like you. You are a great schemer," he declared.

"Not marrying me? Don’t be absurd, Oliver. You know the consequence of your action. If you don’t marry me then I will see you in court!" Melody continued to threaten him.

But her threat didn’t faze Oliver anymore. "You can’t blackmail me anymore. I already know the truth and I have proof!"

After saying that, Oliver played a recording using his phone. Melody frowned when she recognized her own voice. She sounded drunk.

"Haha! Well, Oliver Jones is a stupid man! He fell into my trap. Haha. It’s his fault. He refused to marry me so I had no choice. I need to blackmail him, or else, my father will punish me for the failure of my engagement."

"Haha. Honestly, he is good in bed. Not bad. I love it when he gets rough on me. I made it look like I was being raped. But deep inside it felt so good."

Melody: "..."