My Fiancé Had Another Woman Under My Roof

Synopsis

My best friend, Sophie Starr, had a ruptured corpus luteum in the middle of the night, so I brought her home to take care of her. My fiancé, Jonathan Lane, never liked me hanging out with her, but this time, he just nodded with a cold look on his face. "Grace, if it weren't for you, I'd never let another woman stay in our home," he said. I was afraid Sophie might overhear and feel bad, so I hurriedly pushed him into the study and went to the kitchen to cook. Later, I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. Jonathan was gone. I stepped out of the room and saw the bathroom light on. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of kissing drifted out from inside. "Are you crazy?" Sophie pushed him away, her voice trembling with panic. Jonathan let out a mocking laugh. "Isn't that why you came over? For a thrill?" Sophie stammered, "I still feel guilty about Grace." "Then just stay as my side chick. Don't even think about fighting for the title of Mrs. Lane," Jonathan said coldly. I didn't confront them or make a scene. Instead, I quietly returned to my room. Half an hour later, Jonathan finally came in. When he saw me wide awake, he froze. He was about to say something, but I cut him off. "I just got word I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I woke up," I said. Jonathan visibly relaxed, but his tone was impatient. "I'll just stay at the office. Don't expect me to help you take care of that extra baggage," he said. In the darkness, I nodded. 'It's none of my business anymore,' I thought. 'This time, I'm gone for good.'