The Spiteful Bride, Marry to Rival's Son-Chapter 101

HE WASN’T JUST A CHEAT, HE WAS A LIER.

A photo of Stefan... sitting at a bar. A woman sat beside him.... too close. One hand on his shoulder as they lock lips.

The surrounding was dimly lit. But unmistakably him. She could spot him with her eyes close.

The caption underneath chilled her.

"Can I borrow your husband tonight?"

Mia’s heart sank. The phone nearly slipped from her hand. Everything inside her screamed that this wasn’t what it looked like.... it couldn’t be. Stefan wasn’t like that.

He had no reason to do something like that, but her mind reminded her he had all the reason to. Maybe he was so horny he just needed to nut, but he didn’t want to ask or tell her.

She felt something shift with in her at that moment, all she could feel was the sting of something sharp.

Few minutes later, Mia stood in the middle of the hotel suite, the message still glowing on her phone screen.

Her hands were cold. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to believe it. She wanted nothing but to trust Stefan. But something inside her whispered that she needed to see. Just to be sure. Just to know who was gave her heart to.

He wouldn’t do this... Not Stefan. He wasn’t that type of a person.

But doubt had a cruel way of crawling in when silence lasted too long.

She grabbed a hoodie and slipped out quietly, her chest tight with every step she took. The address written in the message wasn’t far.... a different hotel. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway when she got there, slow and unsure.

Room 708.

That was what the second message had said.

She stopped in front of the door.

At first, she heard nothing. Just her heartbeat in her ears.

Then.... faint sounds. Soft... intimate. A moan. A lady’s moan.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the doorknob.

It wasn’t locked.

She pushed it open slowly, barely breathing.

The room was dimly lit, smelling faintly of perfume and alcohol. Her eyes landed on the bed.

Stefan was there.

So was a woman... long dark hair, flawless skin, the kind of beauty that looked airbrushed in real life. A model, maybe. Or someone hired to look like one.

They were under the sheets. He laid on the bed with she on top, screaming like she was having fun with her husband.

They were both too tangled up in whatever happened to notice her at the door.

She didn’t move, didn’t scream not said anything.

She just stood there... frozen. Her fingers curled slowly around the edge of the door.

She took one last look. And turned around.

Quietly, she walked back out, the door closing behind her with a soft click.... a sound far too gentle for the kind of pain she felt tightening in her chest.

The moment Mia walked away, the lady in the hotel room slowly sat up.

She adjusted the sheet around her chest, glanced over at the man beside her.... Who was completely unconscious — and gave a smug little smile.

Then, as calm as anything, she slid out of bed. There was no rush, nor guilt.

She picked up her dress from the floor, smoothed it over her curves, slipped on her heels, and headed toward the door.

Once outside, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

"It’s done," she said simply. "She saw everything. Didn’t even knock. Just stood there and left. She didn’t suspect a thing."

A short pause, then she smiled wider.

"Good," the voice on the other end replied before hanging up.

Almost instantly, a message alert buzzed her phone. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She checked.

3,000,000 credited.

Her eyes sparkled. She gave a soft giggle, clutched the phone to her chest, and walked out of the hotel like someone who’d just won the lottery.

Back at the hotel, Mia sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the empty spot where Stefan had laid beside her the night before.

Sleep didn’t come. It couldn’t. Not after what she saw. Not now she had undoubtedly fallen head over heels for him.

Her hands were curled into fists on her lap, her jaw locked tight.

How could he look her in the eyes just hours ago and talk about wanting to have a family... when he was out there, dry humping some stranger like their vows meant nothing?

She had waited for him. Trusted him. She’d leaned on his shoulder in the jet. She’d smiled. She’d even decided to consummate their marriage.

And now this?

Tears didn’t come. She was too angry to let the tears out. Too betrayed.

Had everything been a lie? Or was she the fool?

She looked at the closed door, her chest rising and falling unevenly.

Why, Stefan? Why would you do this to me?

But deep down... a voice whispered.... soft but persistent. What if he didn’t?

She shoved the thought away. No. She saw it. With her own eyes.

Still, nothing made sense. And that was what hurt the most.

The next morning, the hotel suite was quiet.

Mia had been awake for hours, dressed and composed, though her mind felt anything but. Her body moved on its own, making tea, checking emails.... like she hadn’t seen her world crumble the night before.

When Stefan finally walked through the door, he looked tired. Not the "I partied all night" kind of tired.... but genuinely worn out. His shirt was rumpled, and his eyes were a little red.

Mia turned around and smiled faintly. "Hey... you’re back."

Stefan looked surprised by her calmness. "Yeah. Sorry I got in so late."

"What happened?" she asked lightly, walking over like it was just a normal day. "You didn’t text or call. I was worried."

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes for half a second too long. "The meeting ran late. It dragged on way longer than I expected."

That was it. That one sentence.

Mia’s entire body went still. The blood in her veins paused like time itself had stopped.

He lied.

He never lies.

But now? Now he looked her straight in the face and said something that wasn’t true.

And it shattered something inside her. She didn’t react. Not immediately.

Instead, she gave him a quiet nod. "I see."

Then she turned away, her throat tight, her hands clenched behind her back where he couldn’t see.

Inside, her heart cracked.

He wasn’t just a cheat, he was a lier.