His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 119: Chapter 119
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Marcus found himself at the club again, ordering a table full of liquor as usual. The harsh alcohol burned down his throat—only this kind of drunken haze could make him feel at ease.
He casually pulled out his phone to call his closest friend, Jacob, wanting some company for drinks.
But this time, the phone rang for ages before being answered.
"Marcus, what's up? Something wrong?" Jacob's voice carried a hint of panic and guilt, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes.
"Just wanted to grab some drinks. Can you come now?" Marcus found his unusual reaction strange.
"Sorry man, I've got an emergency here. I'll definitely join you next time..."
A barely audible female moan drifted through the phone, sounding intimate and suggestive. A voice that sounded disturbingly familiar.
Marcus assumed he was out with some girl and hung up without much thought, ordering another round.
But something about that woman's voice sounded disturbingly familiar, making him file it away mentally.
Before he knew it, Marcus had downed an entire bottle of high-proof whiskey. His stomach burned with pain.
His head spun, thoughts becoming muddled. Then he reached for his phone to call his assistant, only to find it dead.
Outside, rain had started pouring. Heavy droplets pounded against the windows, blurring the world beyond.
Lightning flashed and thunder cracked across the night sky, as if foretelling something terrible about to unfold.
Clutching his aching stomach, Marcus hailed a random cab and stumbled back to his mansion, the driver eyeing him nervously in the rearview mirror.
It was 3 AM, yet the bedroom light was still on. Two intertwined silhouettes stood by the bed, clearly visible through the gauzy curtains.
The rain and thunder masked the sound of the door unlocking.
Seeing men's dress shoes in the entryway instantly sobered Marcus up.
He slipped off his shoes and padded upstairs barefoot, moving toward the room at the end of the hallway, dread building with each step.
The closer he got, the clearer the suggestive sounds became.
Male grunts mixed with female moans, accompanied by the soft rustle of falling clothes and the creak of the bed.
Marcus had never felt so calm. Reaching the door, he found himself able to stand there quietly, listening to the conversation inside with detached interest.
Through the crack, he saw Jacob naked, holding pale-skinned Zoe in his arms as they tangled passionately on the bed—the very bed he shared with her.
They kissed deeply, bodies intertwined, while a photo of Marcus and Zoe sat mockingly on the nightstand.
Both were covered in sweat, Zoe nestling coyly in his arms:
"Baby, you're getting bolder. Doing this on Marcus's bed—he'd be furious if he found out." She giggled, clearly enjoying the thrill of betrayal.
Jacob smirked contemptuously, voice dripping with sarcasm:
"That idiot drowns himself in alcohol all day, even called me for drinks tonight. He's probably passed out in some club right now. I swear he's pathetic—didn't cherish Olivia when he had her, now plays the lovesick fool after divorce. Who's he trying to impress? Just himself, I bet. She's long gone, living happily with her first love!"
At this, Zoe rolled her eyes, complaining:
"I'm constantly trying to warm up to him while he stays cold as ice," Zoe whined, running her fingers through Jacob's hair. "Don't know if we'll even get married anymore. I need to secure Sullivan Corp shares and his assets before this baby comes. Thank god you're here with me—it makes me feel so much better."
Jacob gently stroked her round belly, asking with concern: "The baby's about six months now, right? Be careful with what you eat. Make sure it's born healthy."
Zoe nodded with a smile: "We lost our first baby, but I'll do everything to ensure this one arrives safely. Then we'll have that sucker raising our child, thinking it's his."
They exchanged more intimate words before laughing and embracing again, completely oblivious to the figure at the door.
Hearing all this, Marcus felt like the world's biggest fool.
Once, he'd been blind to people's true natures, abandoning truly caring people for this vain woman and fake friends, all for family interests.
I had done nothing wrong. I was just another pawn controlled by my family, yet he'd mercilessly hurt me.
If not for Zoe's manipulation, maybe he and I would be happily together now...
At this thought, Marcus lost all reason.
Unable to contain his rage any longer, he kicked open the half-closed door.
He casually pulled out his phone to call his closest friend, Jacob, wanting some company for drinks.
But this time, the phone rang for ages before being answered.
"Marcus, what's up? Something wrong?" Jacob's voice carried a hint of panic and guilt, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes.
"Just wanted to grab some drinks. Can you come now?" Marcus found his unusual reaction strange.
"Sorry man, I've got an emergency here. I'll definitely join you next time..."
A barely audible female moan drifted through the phone, sounding intimate and suggestive. A voice that sounded disturbingly familiar.
Marcus assumed he was out with some girl and hung up without much thought, ordering another round.
But something about that woman's voice sounded disturbingly familiar, making him file it away mentally.
Before he knew it, Marcus had downed an entire bottle of high-proof whiskey. His stomach burned with pain.
His head spun, thoughts becoming muddled. Then he reached for his phone to call his assistant, only to find it dead.
Outside, rain had started pouring. Heavy droplets pounded against the windows, blurring the world beyond.
Lightning flashed and thunder cracked across the night sky, as if foretelling something terrible about to unfold.
Clutching his aching stomach, Marcus hailed a random cab and stumbled back to his mansion, the driver eyeing him nervously in the rearview mirror.
It was 3 AM, yet the bedroom light was still on. Two intertwined silhouettes stood by the bed, clearly visible through the gauzy curtains.
The rain and thunder masked the sound of the door unlocking.
Seeing men's dress shoes in the entryway instantly sobered Marcus up.
He slipped off his shoes and padded upstairs barefoot, moving toward the room at the end of the hallway, dread building with each step.
The closer he got, the clearer the suggestive sounds became.
Male grunts mixed with female moans, accompanied by the soft rustle of falling clothes and the creak of the bed.
Marcus had never felt so calm. Reaching the door, he found himself able to stand there quietly, listening to the conversation inside with detached interest.
Through the crack, he saw Jacob naked, holding pale-skinned Zoe in his arms as they tangled passionately on the bed—the very bed he shared with her.
They kissed deeply, bodies intertwined, while a photo of Marcus and Zoe sat mockingly on the nightstand.
Both were covered in sweat, Zoe nestling coyly in his arms:
"Baby, you're getting bolder. Doing this on Marcus's bed—he'd be furious if he found out." She giggled, clearly enjoying the thrill of betrayal.
Jacob smirked contemptuously, voice dripping with sarcasm:
"That idiot drowns himself in alcohol all day, even called me for drinks tonight. He's probably passed out in some club right now. I swear he's pathetic—didn't cherish Olivia when he had her, now plays the lovesick fool after divorce. Who's he trying to impress? Just himself, I bet. She's long gone, living happily with her first love!"
At this, Zoe rolled her eyes, complaining:
"I'm constantly trying to warm up to him while he stays cold as ice," Zoe whined, running her fingers through Jacob's hair. "Don't know if we'll even get married anymore. I need to secure Sullivan Corp shares and his assets before this baby comes. Thank god you're here with me—it makes me feel so much better."
Jacob gently stroked her round belly, asking with concern: "The baby's about six months now, right? Be careful with what you eat. Make sure it's born healthy."
Zoe nodded with a smile: "We lost our first baby, but I'll do everything to ensure this one arrives safely. Then we'll have that sucker raising our child, thinking it's his."
They exchanged more intimate words before laughing and embracing again, completely oblivious to the figure at the door.
Hearing all this, Marcus felt like the world's biggest fool.
Once, he'd been blind to people's true natures, abandoning truly caring people for this vain woman and fake friends, all for family interests.
I had done nothing wrong. I was just another pawn controlled by my family, yet he'd mercilessly hurt me.
If not for Zoe's manipulation, maybe he and I would be happily together now...
At this thought, Marcus lost all reason.
Unable to contain his rage any longer, he kicked open the half-closed door.
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