Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 116: Let him stew...

Chapter 116: Let him stew...

"What’s happening outside?" Vera asked.

At her question, Trevor’s gaze darkened, his hand pausing briefly before resuming its motion.

"Why do you care about what’s happening outside?" he asked after a brief pause.

As a special agent and guard, it was second nature for him to stay informed about ongoing events within and outside his locality, he has to stay up to trend noting the why and how things are —but not when he was the one orchestrating the chaos.

He had stepped out earlier to ensure Aaron had something to keep him occupied—especially after his relentless calls to Vera.

Knowing Aaron’s temper, if he didn’t intervene, Vera might return home only to face his wrath, and within minutes, she could become a dead woman.

Trevor had no intention of letting that happen. Instead, he wanted her to return home to a desperate Aaron—one drowning in his own storm, seeking her help to pull him out.

A series of notifications dinged on their phones. Vera stretched out her hand to pick up hers, while Trevor ignored his.

As she unlocked the screen and scanned through the messages, she let out a deep sigh. Trevor’s sharp gaze caught the subtle shift in her expression. She wasn’t surprised and She wasn’t angry. This left him curious and stumped.

Trevor studied her countenance, the quiet calmness sending a ripple of tension and skepticism through him. His jaw tightened instinctively.

"Trevor," Vera called him, her voice was clam and steady, her gaze piercing. "Seeing how calm you are, I believe you have a hand in this situation?" She queried.

Trevor sighed briefly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Miss, aren’t you worried you might be accusing an innocent man?" He retorted with a playful voice..

His tone was teasing, but Vera caught the flicker of amusement in his eyes—the kind that only came when someone was guilty yet completely unbothered by it.

Vera raised a brow at him, her gaze unwavering. "Do you really think I would say something I’m not convinced about?" she queried, her tone carrying more weight.

Trevor merely shrugged, his expression calm. "Well, if he didn’t have anything to keep him busy, he might make things difficult for you. So, the best option was for the known unknown to take place.

The known unknown ?" Vera Stammered with confusion. Looking at him incredulously, her gaze unwavering while her breathe comes in a shallown gasps.

"Yes, it is clear in the circle that Aaron lives and dies with anything in skirt but in the other hand it is unknown because he always maintains his image of a good son and a loving husband." He stated with a calm tone.

"With the general public feeding on the secrets he has kept for years and Aaron’s crumbling good image there is a high chance he will not have the time to think of you", he concluded

That way, you can return home in peace while he’s left waiting for your return—since that would be the only solution to his problem," he explained

His analysis leaving Vera momentarily stumped. She blinked repeatedly as she processed his words. He really planned it all... Vera’s heart felt warm.

Trevor switched off the hairdryer, placing it gently on the table before stepping back a few meters. He studied her for a moment, gauging her reaction.

"So, are you leaving now or later?" he asked, his tone neutral. There was more he wanted to say—things he wished he could express about the situation, about them but he knew better than to rush. He had to be cautious and also take things one step at a time.

"What do you think?" Vera smirked, raising a brow as she met his gentle gaze.

Trevor’s eyes flickered with amusement, but he said nothing. Instead, his gaze followed hers as she glanced down at her phone, the screen still lighting up with endless notifications and calls.

Most of them were about Aaron—his unfaithfulness, the scandal that had erupted overnight.

Vera let out a small scoff, shaking her head. What a mess! She muttered under her breathe as she quickly went through the notification.

"Seems like the world might be crumbling for someone," she mused, her voice laced with amusement. She had expected this to happen one day, yet the intensity of it was far beyond what she had imagined.

Trevor leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You don’t seem affected," he observed.

Vera exhaled slowly. "I should be, right?" She met his gaze, a knowing glint in her eyes. "But tell me, why waste emotions on someone who never deserved them?"

Trevor chuckled lightly as he shrugged his shoulders lifted himself from the wall and walked back to the cushion

Vera placed her phone on the table, stretching her limbs lazily before turning to him. "Since you already made things easier for me, I might as well take my time before heading back."

Trevor’s lips curled up ever so slightly. "Okay," he agreed readily besides if asked he would have preferred she stay with him.

"I think it’s better to let him stew in the trouble he created for himself." Vera smirked, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

She leaned back against the headboard, exhaling softly. She had lost count of how many times she had confronted Aaron about his reckless behavior—his complete disregard for their union.

It wasn’t love that had kept her bound to this marriage; she had made peace with that long ago. But at the very least, she had maintained the necessary boundaries expected of a married woman.

Aaron, however, had done the opposite.

His scandalous affairs were never-ending—hotels, brothels, business gatherings. At every opportunity, he whispered sweet nothings to women, charming his way into their beds.

And those who dared to resist? He turned them into objects of humiliation, breaking them until they had no choice but to yield.

Vera clenched her fists at the thought. How many times had she turned a blind eye? How many times had she let herself be deceived by the facade he wore in public?

But not anymore.

Now, the world was seeing Aaron for who he truly was. She would sit back and enjoy the show. She snapped her head toward the couch, a thought crossed her mind..

He deserves a reward, As if knowing her thoughts, Trevor walked back to the bed after she had slid into his shirt. He bent briefly and captured her lips in a brief gentle kiss. .

"You eat your breakfast, I will be right back." He murmured to her ear before leaving the suite.