Chapter 44 - What Are You Two Doing Together?

"Lily?! What are you two doing together?"

His voice echoed in my mind and I freeze, I didn't know what to say to make up an excuse.

Why was he even here?

Is the girl next to him the same girl he cheated me on?

She flashed me a big smirk when she saw my eyebrows knitting down. Hell yes, she was.

"I should ask you the same thing," I said, raising my voice and glowering at him.

I am glad I wasn't the only one in the wrong, I just hated how I had struggled to walk in for the memories when he probably didn't even think of me when he walked by the door.

"We're collaborating for a project, I told you about the companies fusion project to achieve growth."

Carl's eyes lit up and his face relaxed, Cameron even had this under control. I was sure he told him that on purpose in case he saw us together.

"Yea…" Carl took a brief pause to think and then drove his focus back on me. "But having dinner isn't working."

I clenched my fists, he was the one who owned me more than one explanation why was he acting like I was the one who cheated?

"Says the one who is walking in with his lover," I said spitefully. At that exact moment, he realized he was with someone else and the guilty twisted his facial expression making him swallow down.

He was the one thinking and trying to make up an excuse and I finally realized what a messed up situation we were in. In the morning he begged me to come back and 12 hours later he was having romantic dinner with his lover.

"Is she using my room tonight?" I said the words tumbled out of my mouth sharp enough to cut through his pride.

"Or did you tell her that was her room? And you hide the photos whenever she visits you?!" I asked.

The woman dropped her jaw, and I did the same when I understood that my assumption was indeed right.

The anger burned through my veins, "seriously?"

He became paler and stuttered, "I -I …."

"You told her my room was hers?" The girl intervened and my gaze mistakenly fell on Cameron, he was contracting his facial muscles not to laugh at the show.

"Carl!" The assistant raised her voice and became red with anger.

"You said you kept that house for me." She whispered clenching her teeth.

The waiter walked toward us "do you guys want us to add two chairs to the table?" He asked nicely.

The assistant and I replied in sync, "no!" The waiter faked a smile and immediately turned around to leave.

Oh, God.

"We should go to another restaurant," Carl said, referring to the purple girl. I was glad to see her so angry and him so struggling to keep pieces together but at the same time, I was vexed by my discovery. He had been probably having an affair for longer than I expected, and that broke my heart because I didn't think they were that close and serious.

They finally walked away and I took a long deep sigh.

"This morning I brought him his stuff and he made me see his old house and claimed a room was for me. He was so pathetic since he said the same thing to her." I shook my head, I was even more pathetic for believing that.

"If this makes you feel better just know I doubt he cares about her, I guess he is just attracted to her and how she is submissively into him."

That didn't make me feel better, at all. On the contrary, it made me feel worst. He broke up with me for someone he didn't love? That was even more humiliating.

I hid my face in my hands and kept my eyes shut for some instant, "please let's forget about this embarrassing meeting." I begged him in a whisper.

He took my hands and pulled those away from my face.

"Deal. I am starving." He traveled his gaze in the restaurant and when he saw the waiter finally reaching our table he smiled.

"Salmon and salad to the side for me"

"I'd have the bolognese pasta please."

After ordering the waiter came back to bring us a bottle of wine and before he even left I had already thrown myself on the cup to take some sips.

I understood why people start drinking, maybe they have some asshole cheating husbands as well.

The wine was strong and slightly frizzy, yet I swallowed down a few more sips.

At the fourth glass of wine, I was feeling a bit dizzy and my sight blurred. I shouldn't have drunk on an empty stomach.

Just like the first time the alcohol gave me a weird feeling of no caring about anything and the emotions felt amplified.

"I mean, why is he still trying to get back with me if he has her? Lying to me about the room? Why did he do that? Does he want me to turn his lover?" I said it all out fastly shaking my head and rolling my eyes. If Cameron was right and he wasn't deeply infatuated with her then why refuse to marry me? The guilty was eating him alive?

"Lily."

Cameron's voice was calm and suave, it echoed in my mind making me smile like an idiot. Surely enough food would help my condition and water.

"Please some water." Cameron turned around and whispered to the waiter.

"He is an asshole." I blurted. As soon as I called him asshole I felt better as if insulting him softened up the pain.

"Son of a b…."

The waiter came and I bit my tongue just in time.

Cameron leaned on his hand to hide his laughing and when the waiter walked away I drank a whole glass of water and pushed the glass of wine away mentally swearing I was done with wine for the entire year.