His Tender Lies

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment.

And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest.

"Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly.

My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression.

Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?"

In response, Francis glared at me angrily.

"Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?"

Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured."

I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again.

"Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her."

If she was after my room, she could have it.

If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

My heart ached as I looked at the house that I had bought using all my savings.

Francis Slade had promised he would marry me after I bought it. I had emptied all my savings just to make the down payment.

But now, this house had become their love nest.

The loving voices coming from inside left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Holding my empty stomach, I wanted to confront them, but was hit by a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the floor.

When I looked up again, I saw Francis standing over me with a frown and wrapped in a bath towel.

"Aren't you supposed to be working? What happened to you?"

He seemed upset, presumably because I interrupted his fun.

"I…"

"A-choo!"

Before I could speak, I was cut off by someone sneezing in the bathroom.

The displeasure on his face was instantly replaced by a concerned expression. He instantly turned around and went back into the bathroom.

I was left there with my mouth agape. As always, he couldn't even bother to hear my explanation.

My injuries were nothing in his eyes compared to the tiny sneeze from the woman in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he emerged with Whitney Jones in his arms while I was completely brushed aside.

It was Whitney who broke the silence. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?"

My body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression.

Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?"

In response, Francis glared at me angrily.

"Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such