Her Perfect Betrayal

Chapter 7

Soon, Jake and Dorothy arrived at the Exquisite Lounge.

Jake drove directly into the private parking area before leading Dorothy through the VIP entrance. A staff member immediately greeted them and escorted them to one of the most exclusive private rooms in the lounge.

The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere became lively.

Several old friends had already arrived.

When they saw Jake personally bringing Dorothy in, their expressions immediately changed and whispers spread through the room.

"Isn't that Dorothy?"

"And she's here with Jake?"

"They really do seem close."

The looks exchanged between the guests said everything. No one needed an explanation. To everyone present, it was obvious that Dorothy and Jake shared a special relationship.

After all, Jake had personally driven across the city to pick her up on her birthday. He had brought her here himself and stayed by her side as though they had never been separated.

Dorothy noticed the curious looks but didn't bother explaining. She simply walked over to an empty seat in the corner and quietly sat down.

She had imagined this reunion countless times. Jake had been her first love.

After years apart, she had expected to feel overwhelming excitement the moment she saw him again. Yet, she didn't.

The happiness was there, but it wasn't nearly as intense as she had expected. Instead, her mind kept returning to the argument with Raphael.

His cold expression and his indifferent voice. The way he had simply told her to leave.

And most importantly, the fact that he hadn't even bothered to come downstairs to see her off.

That detail bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

In the past, Raphael would never have allowed her to leave without trying everything possible to stop her. He would follow her, apologize, and beg! Perhaps even call her repeatedly throughout the night.

But tonight? Nothing. He hadn't even come downstairs.

Dorothy frowned.

Why was he suddenly acting like this? What's wrong?

A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts and Dorothy looked up. It was Lillian Baker, her best friend who had just taken the seat beside her.

"You don't look happy at all."

Dorothy forced a smile. "I'm fine."

"You're clearly not fine." Lillian leaned closer. "Did something happen?"

Dorothy hesitated before finally sighing. "It's Raphael."

The moment she mentioned his name, her expression darkened.

"He lost his temper with me."

Lillian immediately frowned. "What did he do?"

Dorothy began recounting the argument. She described how Raphael had tried to stop her from going out, how he had insisted that she couldn't simply do whatever she wanted, and how he had ultimately told her to leave.

She deliberately left out several details and presented herself as the victim.

Lillian's expression immediately hardened. "He's unbelievable. Raphael has always been suspicious. He's selfish, controlling, and completely unreasonable. You're his wife, not his property!"

"If you want to go out with your friends, you should be able to. What right does he have to control you?"

Each word strengthened Dorothy's resentment and she slowly nodded. "Exactly." Her expression gradually became firmer. "I won't forgive him so easily this time."

Lillian immediately agreed. "Don't."

She reached for her phone. "If he wants to act arrogant, let him learn a lesson."

Dorothy looked at her curiously. "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling him."

Lillian dialed Raphael's number. She wanted to pressure him into lowering his pride, apologizing to Dorothy, and coming to his senses.

After a few rings, the call connected.

"Hello?" Raphael's cold voice came through the phone.

Lillian immediately straightened. "Raphael, this is Lillian Baker."

There was a brief silence.

Then Raphael asked flatly, his tone impatient. "Why are you calling me?"

Lillian glanced at Dorothy. She could sense that everyone nearby was quietly listening.

"I'm calling because of what happened between you and Dorothy."

Raphael gave a cold laugh. "And what exactly does that have to do with you?"

Lillian was caught off guard. "I'm her best friend."

"So?"

Lillian's expression darkened. "You shouldn't treat Dorothy like this. She's your wife. You should apologize to her instead of throwing a tantrum!"

Raphael's voice instantly turned cold. "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think being Dorothy's friend gives you the right to interfere in my marriage?"