My Cheating Wife Regretted After I Revealed My Identity

I was just filling in for someone else, helping serve wine to the guests. As I passed by the bathroom, a man's voice—playful and mocking—drifted out from inside.

"Mr. Donovan, how does it feel to be with the most beautiful woman in Westerdale?"

I slowed my steps, instinctively pausing.

"It's just average," came the lazy reply.

Another voice chimed in, amused and suggestive. "She may look like a cold goddess on the outside, but in bed? She’s wilder than anyone I’ve ever had."

The second man—Mr. Donovan, apparently—scoffed, his tone dripping with contempt.