We Deserve Each Other

In the torrential rain, when Sylvia Sanchez ran all the way back to the villa without an umbrella, she was wet through.

"Mrs. Sanchez, you... you are back?"

Seeing Sylvia coming back suddenly at this time, the housekeeper Sara who greeted her at the door was a little flustered.

"Yes, he has come back?" Sylvia realized something from Sara's words. She looked up to the second floor of the villa and heard a woman's coquettish voice coming from the half-closed door. "Mr. Sanchez, hurry. I'm on the bed already!"

Listening to the voice from upstairs, Sylvia's face seemed calm, but she silently clenched her fists. As expected, he came back, but he brought his lover home this time.

Thinking the upstairs room was the one where she had lived alone for three years, Sylvia slowly clenched her fists. Her big eyes overflowed with anger and humiliation.

The next moment, Sylvia rushed upstairs and pushed the door of the room angrily with a loud sound.

On the big bed where she had slept for three years, she saw a woman in sexy lingerie posing seductively on the bed. There were only a few pieces of almost transparent cloth barely covering her vital parts on her naked body.

Seeing this scene, Sylvia rushed to the bed without hesitation. She pointed at the naked woman on the bed and said in a forceful tone, "You. Get out of here. Right now!"

"Who are you? Don't you know knocking on the door!"

Ternence Sanchez walked out of the bathroom slowly and stopped in the middle of the room. Then he looked up toward the bed. When he saw Sylvia staring at the woman on the bed, a hint of slyness flashed across his deep eyes. He spoke in a magnetic voice with coldness and disdain.

"Sylvia, I brought her back. Who allows you to drive her away?"

"Ternence, don't go too far!" Hearing his cold voice, Sylvia immediately turned around. Seeing him taking it for granted, she finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment.

"In the three years, you've been broadcasting your affections outside. Now you even brought women home. What do you want?"

"What? You can't take it anymore? If you can't take it, you can choose to leave!" Looking at Sylvia's angry face, Ternence said ironically.

Sylvia clenched her fists tightly. She knew he did this to force her away. In the three years, maybe this man had never stopped wishing to drive her out for one day.

"Oh! I see. You are the cheeky woman who was left alone at the wedding by Mr. Sanchez and you still completed the wedding by yourself."

At this time, the woman on the bed realized Sylvia's identity and also began to insult her. Sylvia turned around and warned with glaring eyes, "You are not in a position to speak here!"

The wedding three years ago was an embarrassing memory that she didn't want to recall while the woman on the bed was completely disdainful of her warning.

"Humph! What's so great about you? You just have the name of Mr. Sanchez's wife. If I were you, I would turn a blind eye, so as not to end up with nothing. What do you say, Mr. Sanchez!"

The woman lifted the quilt and got off the bed without caring about Sylvia. She wore scanty sexy lingerie and coquetted with Ternence.

Seeing the naked woman ignoring her existence and sticking to Ternence, Sylvia frowned tightly and felt gross. She couldn't stay in this house any longer. So she looked at Ternence with humiliation in her eyes, and finally made up his mind.

"Fine. Don't you want me to leave? I'll grant your wish!"

Then Sylvia ran out after speaking. Watching her angrily walking downstairs and leaving the villa, Ternence's cold eyes silently darkened.

In the three years, Sylvia had always been calm and indifferent when facing his coldness. Even if the outside world often spread rumors about his love affairs, Sylvia also turned a deaf ear to them.

Ternence had been with plenty of women. He had never seen a woman who didn't take him seriously. He thought she didn't care about anything as she married him for wealth and power. But he finally saw her intense reaction when he deliberately brought a woman home today.

"Sylvia, now I know your forbearance has limits!" Thinking of this, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the woman in his arms started to stir up troubles.

"Mr. Sanchez, no wonder you don't like her. She is such a tasteless and rude woman. Just let her go. She's not worthy of being your wife anyway!"

"You are even more unworthy!" Ternence came back to his senses. He interrupted the woman in a cold voice and then pushed her away. "Put on your clothes and get out. I don't want to see you again!"

"Mr. Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez, what am I doing wrong? Mr. Sanchez..." The woman wanted to get closer to him but was frightened by Ternence's cold gaze. She had no choice but to pick up her clothes in embarrassment and ran away after hastily putting on the clothes.

"Sara, replace the bed with a new one!" Ternence said to Sara as soon as the woman left. It was the bed that Sylvia had slept in for three years. Even he couldn't bear the smell stained by that woman on this bed!

At this moment, it was still raining heavily outside. Sylvia ran out again in the rain. Thinking of Ternence bringing the woman home, this blatant humiliation overwhelmed her by grievances that had been suppressed for three years.

From the time she held the wedding by herself three years ago until now, Ternence had always been giving her the cold shoulder. She knew she was humble and not worthy of him, so she didn't scramble with other women and just wanted to live her life peacefully. After all, she agreed to marry him for the sake of repaying her kindness and for her mother.

But she never thought she would gradually lose the last dignity in this marriage. She couldn't accept this fate. She was only twenty-three years old!

However, as Sylvia made up her mind, Ternence chased after her with his luxury car and blocked her way.