The VIP Ticket to Betrayal Chapter 2

The tickets for the multi-artist concert, originally priced at two or three thousand dollars, were completely ignored by regular buyers and mostly ended up in the hands of scalpers.

I got lucky and happened to see a post on Reddit from someone selling their tickets.

I bought two VIP tickets for $299.

When I handed the tickets to Mrs. Lee, she was thrilled and accepted them happily:

"My daughter was just saying she wanted to go to the concert a couple of days ago. Now we have tickets! Thank you, Ms. Chloe!"

Not wanting to waste the nosebleed tickets, I took my daughter, Lily, to the concert.

Nosebleed seats are truly nosebleed seats—almost the farthest point from the stage in the whole arena.

Usually, sitting high up means you can at least make do and see the stage. Unfortunately, our seats were right in the first row of the nosebleed section. A railing covered in banners directly blocked the view of everyone in the first row.

I secretly rejoiced. Thank goodness I didn't give these tickets to Mrs. Lee; they were too embarrassing to hand over!

People in the row in front of us kept walking back and forth. Lily got annoyed and restless.

While I was trying to calm her down, Mrs. Lee sent a message: "Ms. Chloe, my daughter just told me she got floor tickets. Hurry and take Lily to sit in the VIP seats!"

Hating to waste them, I took Lily on another "long trek," and we finally sat in the VIP section.

Almost the instant we sat down, a familiar figure, with his arm around a woman wearing a low-cut coat, walked into my line of sight.

Arthur held the woman tightly, carefully guiding her through the chaotic crowd.

Occasionally, a child who couldn't sit still ran up and down the aisle and accidentally bumped into the woman.

Arthur immediately flared up:

"Where are your parents? The concert is about to start and you're still running around here! Didn't your teacher teach you to follow the rules?"

The child was so startled they turned their head and almost cried.

The woman wrapped in the coat frowned and shook Arthur's hand.

It was too noisy; I couldn't hear what she said.

I only saw Arthur look at her belly affectionately, pull a small packet of tissues from his pocket, spread them on the seat, and smile as he helped her sit down.

The scene was so glaring that my vision quickly blurred as tears welled up.

The husband who used "being busy at the store" as an excuse every day to comfortably leave both kids for me to take care of was now accompanying another woman to a concert.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart; I just hoped Lily wouldn't see it.

But of course, what I feared most happened. Lily innocently pointed ahead and yelled in my ear:

"Hey! Mommy, look! Isn't that Daddy? Why does he have his arm around that auntie's waist?!"

Lily's pure voice struck me like thunder. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer.

If a first-grader knows boundaries between men and women, how could Arthur not know?

"Daddy's so shameless! Teacher said boys and girls should keep their distance. Daddy already has Mommy, but he's holding someone else's hand!"

The lights flashed. Lily held my hand, her eyes bright:

"Mommy, why don't you divorce Daddy? If Daddy doesn't love you, Lily will love you!"

My forcibly maintained defenses completely collapsed. I pulled Lily into my arms, unable to stop shaking.