The room was a chaotic mix of shadows and ambiguous silhouettes.
Two people on the bed eyed me.
A blanket covered their chests, and their fair skin sharply stung my eyes at that moment.
I stood there, at the doorway of the hotel room, transfixed.
I couldn't fathom what Luke was thinking. After all, we were to be married in just a week.
Yet there he was, betraying me, engaged in an intimate act with another woman.
The sound of the door closing shattered the ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Luke was slightly startled and then noticed my presence.
After a moment of panic, his expression returned to its usual calm.
He reached for a towel that lay on the floor, wrapped it around himself, and walked towards me.
His body bore glaring hickeys.
He glanced at the woman in the bed, who now only showed her face, and then turned to me with a teasing lift of his eyebrows, offering a slight smile.
“Jan, it was just a one-night stand with Amanda. Nothing serious,” he said.
“Don't worry. I’ll still marry you.”