Stella closed her eyes. âI used to believe you, but I paid a big price for my foolishness.â
Westonâs eyes sank. He looked like he wanted to say something. âStellaâ¦â
Stella let out a laugh and interrupted him. âLetâs stop talking about the past. Itâs meaningless.â
When she was about to leave, she heard a womanâs gasp and exclamation.
âWeston, why are you here? Why are you with herâ¦â
Stella stopped in her tracks. She turned to the sound and saw Guinevereâs parents walking toward them at the same time.
Mrs. Cohen, in particular, stared at Stella with eyes full of doubt and disbelief. âWhy are you two together? What were you doing?â
A womanâs intuition was most likely accurate.
Mrs. Cohen observed Stella and frowned at her aura. She asked with a wary look, âWeston, this is Zackâs birthday party. How can you do something like this behind Gwenâs back?â
Stella subconsciously explained, âMadam, youâve misunderstood. Iâve nothing to do with himâ¦â
âShut up! Iâm talking to him. Who are you to speak!â Mrs. Cohen cut her off directly.
Mrs. Cohen was a wife of the upper class and naturally had a commanding presence.
Mr. Cohen stood beside his wife with the same cold face. He observed Weston and said, âEarlier, Gwenâs mom said she saw you two enter the room. I couldnât believe it. Whatâs going on here?â
Stellaâs face sank. She did not expect such a turn of events. She reflexively clenched her fists tight and remained silent.
She knew this day would come from the day Weston forced her to be his lover. The commotion, however, alerted Guinevere, who had just left.
Having left with Chris, when she heard the noise, she returned, only to see her parents surrounding Weston and Stella while questioning them. âWhatâs going on?â she strode over and asked. âWhat are you all doing here?â Guinevereâs parents looked at each other and exchanged a glance. Mr. Cohen said to Guinevere with a sullen face, âGwen, donât be afraid. Mom and Dad are here today. Weâll definitely do you justice.â
âDad, what are you talking about? I donât understandâ¦â Guinevere stopped mid-sentence. She understood what was going on with just a glance, but she could only bite the bullet and act like she understood nothing. âWhat justice? What are you talking about?â
Mrs. Cohen went to her side and held her hand. She patted the back of her hand and explained, âYour dad and I just saw Weston come out of the same room with this woman⦠Sheâs clearly a slut. Donât be too sad. Weâll help you!â
âMom, what the heck are you talking about? Ella is my colleague at work. Sheâs an actress too.
Besides, Zackâs grandmother brought her over. How is she involved with Weston?â
Guinevere subconsciously took Westonâs side. In the eyes of outsiders , Weston could only be hers and hers alone.
âStop speaking for him! I knew what just happened when I saw the two of them like that.â
A woman with experience , Mrs. Cohen was a good judge of character.
When she was young, she caught many women who wanted to seduce her husband. She could tell if a man and woman were involved or having an affair with just a glance.
âThey can be so daring and betray you on such an important day like this, let alone on a usual day!â
She frowned and said coldly, âYouâre our only daughter, Gwen. We wonât let you suffer like this!â