After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 31: Tearing

She’s doing great. You’re not good enough for her.

Those two sentences, one after the other, completely shattered what little pride Shane Jennings had left.

After Connor Quinn spoke, he ignored the darkness in the other man’s eyes, walking straight across the street and getting into the Volkswagen that had been waiting for him.

The car door closed, sealing them off from the outside world in the less-than-spacious interior.

Zachary Curran, sitting in the driver’s seat, raised a hand to his nose. He glanced at the man standing across the street, smacked his lips thoughtfully, and asked quietly, "Connor, is that guy... the missus’s ex?"

Connor Quinn leaned back into the seat, his tone lukewarm. "Yeah."

Zachary Curran had no filter. "They actually looked good together."

A handsome man and a beautiful woman.

From their temperaments to the very air about them, the two were an impeccable match.

In a word: exquisite.

The moment Zachary Curran finished speaking, Connor Quinn, having just buckled his seatbelt, shot him a cold glare.

A chill washed over him. Zachary snapped to his senses and quickly changed the subject. "H-His car is nice. A Valoria. The cheapest ones go for around three million."

Connor Quinn knew nothing about such worldly possessions. He furrowed his brow at the comment. "Is that good?"

Zachary Curran cleared his throat. "Yeah. It’s the kind of thing most girls like."

Connor Quinn’s brow furrowed even deeper.

Meanwhile, after Connor Quinn left, Moira Sloan first walked over to the sofa and sat for a moment. Then, she ran her fingers through her hair, got up, and went back to her bedroom to sleep.

But as soon as she lay down, a dense, prickling pain suddenly shot through her lower body.

It wasn’t an unbearable kind of pain.

It was more like being pricked by needles—faint and almost illusory, yet impossible to ignore.

A few minutes later, Moira Sloan got up and went to the bathroom.

When she came out, her face was pale.

Overindulgence. Minor tearing.

’The ancients were right—lust is a blade dangling over your head.’

「The next day.」

Moira Sloan was still asleep when a call from Flora Rhodes jolted her awake.

She groggily answered the phone, her voice laced with sleepy languor. "Speak."

Flora, "Shane Jennings was in a car accident."

Moira, "..."

Flora, "Did he go see you again last night?"

Moira was still half-asleep, the bombshell news having jolted her fully awake. Her tone was unhurried, but a hint of irritation was audible. "Yeah."

Flora sighed dramatically. "You two are really... my goodness..."

Moira, "My goodness, what?"

Flora summed it up succinctly: "Lovesick fools."

Moira, "Stop."

Moira had no interest in this sort of sappy, can’t-let-go post-breakup drama. After telling Flora to stop, she grabbed her phone, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, Moira’s lips curled. "He came to see me to deliver an invitation."

Flora was stunned. "What?"

Moira gave a mirthless smile. "What else would it be? Did you think he came to get on his knees and beg me to come back?"

Flora was speechless, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Flora had, in fact, considered that possibility.

If it had been any other woman instead of Moira, Flora would never have entertained such a thought.

Who was Shane Jennings?

He was Atheria’s golden boy.

How could he possibly lose his composure and fall from grace for a woman?

But since the woman in question was Moira Sloan, Flora felt it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Leaving everything else aside, Moira’s face alone was enough to make men fall head over heels. To say they’d die for her was an exaggeration, but they would certainly line up one after another.

Add to that the years of history between them and how Shane Jennings had doted on and spoiled Moira all this time—something all of them had witnessed as bystanders. Shane begging Moira in a humble, pleading tone sounded ridiculous, but between those two, it was actually plausible.

After Moira finished speaking, the corners of her lips lifted. Just as she was about to say more, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her.

She had completely forgotten about it and was unprepared. She hissed, then sucked in a sharp breath.

Flora, "What’s wrong?"

Moira lied, "Twisted my ankle."

Flora, "You need to be more careful, twisting your ankle at home like that."

Moira, "Mm."

Flora added, "This whole thing with Shane Jennings is a big deal. I heard his fiancée even postponed the wedding."

Moira’s tone was airy. "Is that so?"

Hearing the lack of concern in Moira’s voice, Flora changed the subject. "By the way, how are things with that ’other man’? Wasn’t he at your place last night? When Shane came looking for you, did they run into each other?"

Moira didn’t want to answer that.

Ever since she was little, Jean Hale had taught her a lesson: keep your private matters to yourself. If you tell anyone, don’t be surprised when everyone knows.

She didn’t want everyone to know, so she chose not to say anything at all.

Moira walked from the bathroom back to her bedroom, made an excuse to brush off Flora, and hung up. Then, she sat on her bed, found Connor Quinn’s WeChat, and sent a message: Buy me medicine.

Connor Quinn: ?

Moira: Tearing.