Chapter 3

That evening, Sienna hesitated at the door before leaving, looking back at me repeatedly. I just sat calmly on the sofa, watching TV.

"Babe, I might be home a bit late. Go to sleep if you get tired."

"Okay."

Only when the heavy click of the front door echoed through the apartment did I turn off the TV.

I opened my phone, checked her shared Snapchat location, grabbed my coat, and walked out.

Sienna’s alumni party was held at a high-end lounge downtown. I parked my car across the street and watched from a distance as she walked in, her arm tightly locked with a young boy's.

The Uber driver turned around and joked, "Man, is that your wife and son?"

I let out a bitter laugh but said nothing.

Even a random driver could see how young that boy was. And yet, she was cheating on me with him.

After entering the lounge, I gave the receptionist Sienna’s name.

Unsurprisingly, the reservation was under her name, meaning she was foot the bill again.

The hostess led me to the private VIP booth and knocked. Even through the heavy oak door, I could hear the rowdy, drunken laughter inside.

"Come in!" someone shouted.

The hostess opened the door and stepped aside, letting me walk in.

The room was filled with half-drunk people. A few women pointed at me, giggling.

"Ooh, did we hire a male model? He’s hot, but he looks kind of familiar."

Another woman playfully shoved her. "Anyone with a pretty face looks familiar to you."

Laughter erupted in the room.

I ignored them, my gaze locking onto the center of the main booth.

Sienna was sitting there, her face draining of all color as she stared at me in sheer panic.

She aggressively shoved away the young boy, whose face was flushed red from alcohol as he tried to bury his head in her lap. She scrambled to her feet, stammering:

"E-Ethan? What are you doing here?"

Her words instantly sobered up the room.

The women who had been teasing me earlier blinked, finally realizing that I was the "kept husband" they always whispered about.

They awkwardly took sips of their drinks. One of them forced Sienna back into her seat and waved a dismissive hand.

"Wow, does your husband keep you on that tight of a leash? He has to follow you even to a college reunion?"

"No wonder he's unemployed and lives off you. Must have a lot of free time, huh?"

Sienna didn't answer them. She quickly walked over, grabbed my hand, and flashed a desperately eager smile.

"Did you miss me that much, babe? Come, sit down."

She dragged me toward the inner booth.

The young boy, who had been silent the whole time, was now mostly sober. He bit his lip, looking at Sienna with puppy-dog eyes.

"Sienna... what about me then?"

Before Sienna could speak, I took a step forward, a cold, mocking smile on my face.

"You?"

"You're Kept Toy Boy Number Two, kid."