Fiancé Cheated... So I Took His Rival’s Deal - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Shirley's blood boiled. Cami. It's always Cami. This wasn't the first time Noel had mumbled her name while drunk. He used to have eyes only for her—now, it was like Cami was all he could think about. This can't go on.
Clenching her jaw, she forced a sweet smile and gently shook him awake. "Noel, you've got the wrong person. I'm not Cami. It's me—Shirley."
"Shirley?" Noel slurred, blinking as the alcohol haze faded. When recognition finally hit, he stiffened for a second before slowly releasing her. "What are you doing here?"
Her expression softened, voice dripping with concern. "Luke told me you were wasted. I was worried, so I came to check on you."
"Sorry…" He winced, rubbing his temples. The vodka had hit harder than expected—even for someone with his tolerance. "You're pregnant. Shouldn't have dragged you out here."
"It's fine," she said dismissively. "As long as you're okay, it was worth it."
Noel didn't answer, but the way Shirley looked at him—like he was her entire world—sent his mind spiraling back to the exact way Cami used to gaze at him. Then he remembered the ice in her eyes earlier, and the anger he'd barely buried roared back to life.
"I'll have Tyrell take you home," he said flatly. "Place reeks of alcohol. Not good for the baby."
"I don't want to go yet." She inched closer, voice a whisper. "Just let me stay with you a little longer."
She climbed onto the couch, fingers pressing gently into his temples, massaging in slow circles. "You always get headaches when you drink. You really should cut back."
Noel almost brushed her off—until her touch actually helped. He let out a tense breath and gave in, leaning into her hands as the pain dulled.
The longer she worked, the closer they drifted. Their bodies brushed through thin fabric, the air between them thickening with something unspoken.
Noel's eyes fluttered open. Shirley gazed down at him, lashes trembling, her affection naked in her stare. Then—before he could react—she leaned in and kissed him. Soft. Tentative. Over before it even registered.
She jerked back, panic flashing across her face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—I just couldn't—"
Noel didn't let her finish. In one motion, he yanked her against him and crushed his mouth to hers.
Luke chose that exact moment to walk back in. He froze mid-step, blinked, then—without hesitation—pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.
Camila had just stepped out of the shower when her phone buzzed. She tapped Luke's message—and there it was. Noel and Shirley, tangled together, kissing like lovers.
Her chest seized. Fingers numb, she nearly dropped the phone. She'd thought she was over it—that she felt nothing. But the ache in her heart said otherwise.
She clenched her jaw, about to exit the chat—when another message popped up:
Luke: That's real love. You were just a fling. If you've got any self-respect left, stay the hell away from him.
Clenching her jaw, she forced a sweet smile and gently shook him awake. "Noel, you've got the wrong person. I'm not Cami. It's me—Shirley."
"Shirley?" Noel slurred, blinking as the alcohol haze faded. When recognition finally hit, he stiffened for a second before slowly releasing her. "What are you doing here?"
Her expression softened, voice dripping with concern. "Luke told me you were wasted. I was worried, so I came to check on you."
"Sorry…" He winced, rubbing his temples. The vodka had hit harder than expected—even for someone with his tolerance. "You're pregnant. Shouldn't have dragged you out here."
"It's fine," she said dismissively. "As long as you're okay, it was worth it."
Noel didn't answer, but the way Shirley looked at him—like he was her entire world—sent his mind spiraling back to the exact way Cami used to gaze at him. Then he remembered the ice in her eyes earlier, and the anger he'd barely buried roared back to life.
"I'll have Tyrell take you home," he said flatly. "Place reeks of alcohol. Not good for the baby."
"I don't want to go yet." She inched closer, voice a whisper. "Just let me stay with you a little longer."
She climbed onto the couch, fingers pressing gently into his temples, massaging in slow circles. "You always get headaches when you drink. You really should cut back."
Noel almost brushed her off—until her touch actually helped. He let out a tense breath and gave in, leaning into her hands as the pain dulled.
The longer she worked, the closer they drifted. Their bodies brushed through thin fabric, the air between them thickening with something unspoken.
Noel's eyes fluttered open. Shirley gazed down at him, lashes trembling, her affection naked in her stare. Then—before he could react—she leaned in and kissed him. Soft. Tentative. Over before it even registered.
She jerked back, panic flashing across her face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—I just couldn't—"
Noel didn't let her finish. In one motion, he yanked her against him and crushed his mouth to hers.
Luke chose that exact moment to walk back in. He froze mid-step, blinked, then—without hesitation—pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.
Camila had just stepped out of the shower when her phone buzzed. She tapped Luke's message—and there it was. Noel and Shirley, tangled together, kissing like lovers.
Her chest seized. Fingers numb, she nearly dropped the phone. She'd thought she was over it—that she felt nothing. But the ache in her heart said otherwise.
She clenched her jaw, about to exit the chat—when another message popped up:
Luke: That's real love. You were just a fling. If you've got any self-respect left, stay the hell away from him.
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