Betrayed Spotlight-Chapter 47: No remorse

Sarah couldn’t stop looking at her phone. She kept watching the photo and a video clip that popped up later on that someone had posted on social media. It was short, maybe ten seconds, but it showed everything she needed to see.

Mason walking into the restaurant. The blonde woman beside him. They looked perfect together - like they belonged in the same world of expensive clothes and fancy places.

Sarah watched it again. And again. Each time, she noticed something new that made her chest hurt more.

Sarah’s mind started thinking about something that made her feel even worse. She did know that Mason was allergic to most people’s touch. He couldn’t handle it when strangers touched him. But he was fine with Sarah’s touch. And his grandmother’s touch. That was it.

So could this blonde woman touch him too? Was she not special after all?

The thought made her feel sick. She imagined this beautiful woman touching Mason’s face the way she had that morning. She imagined Mason letting her, maybe even liking it.

Sarah wished deep down that the woman wouldn’t touch Mason. She wished that Mason would push her away, that he would feel uncomfortable. But from the video, he looked completely relaxed and happy.

"I don’t care," Sarah whispered to herself, staring at the ceiling. "I don’t care about Mason or who he has dinner with."

But saying it didn’t make it true. The ache in her chest was getting worse, not better. She felt restless, like she couldn’t sit still. She kept thinking about Mason laughing with that woman, talking to her.

Sarah got up and walked to her closet. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she started looking through her clothes. She pulled out a simple black dress - nothing too fancy, but nice enough for an expensive restaurant. She added a light cardigan and some small earrings.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good,.

Sarah was putting on her shoes when Eli walked into the living room to see her on the chair.

"Mrs. Liu? Are you going somewhere? Would you like me to drive you?"

Sarah’s voice came out shaky when she answered. "No, thank you, Eli. I’ll drive myself."

"Are you sure? It looks like it might rain."

"I’m sure."

Sarah didn’t want Eli to see how upset she was. She didn’t want him to ask questions about where she was going or why she was dressed up to go out at night.

Outside, the sky looked heavy and dark. Winter was coming, but the clouds were thick and low. The wind was cold and strong, and she could smell rain coming. It was going to pour soon.

She got in her car and started driving toward the restaurant. Her hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel. She kept asking herself, "Why am I doing this? What am I hoping to find?"

She didn’t have a good answer. Maybe she wanted to see Mason with her own eyes. Maybe she wanted to confront him. Maybe she just wanted to prove to herself that she didn’t care.

But deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. She cared more than she wanted to admit.

The drive to Chez Laurent took thirty minutes. Sarah spent the whole time going back and forth in her mind. One minute she thought she was being crazy and should turn around. The next minute she thought she deserved to know the truth about what Mason was doing even if their marriage was fake.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she understood why Mason chose here.

The place was incredibly elegant. The building was tall and beautiful, with big windows and soft lighting inside. There were expensive cars parked outside, and Sarah could see well-dressed people walking in and out.

This was definitely not the kind of place Sarah usually went to. She felt out of place before she even got out of her car.

The restaurant was crowded. Sarah could see people talking and laughing inside, all of them looking rich and important. She took a deep breath and walked toward the entrance.

Two security guards stood at the door. They were big men in black suits.

"Excuse me, miss," one of them said. "Do you have a reservation?"

"I’m looking for someone," Sarah said, trying to sound confident. "Mason Liu. He’s having dinner here."

The guards looked at each other. "Are you on the guest list?"

"I’m his wife," Sarah said, her voice getting stronger. "I’m Sarah Liu. Mason Liu’s wife."

One guard frowned and looked at something on his phone. The other guard shook his head.

"Mr. Liu didn’t mention anything about his wife coming tonight," the second guard said.

"I’m sorry, but we can’t let you in without confirmation," the first guard added.

Sarah felt her face getting hot with embarrassment. "But I’m telling you, I’m his wife. I live with him."

"Ma’am, we get a lot of people who claim to know our guests. You’ll need to leave."

The humiliation cut deep. Sarah felt like everyone was staring at her. She was being treated like some crazy fan or drama-seeker who was trying to get into the restaurant to cause trouble.

Just then, light rain started falling. Sarah was standing under the canopy, but the wind was strong and cold. She started shivering, but not just from the cold. She was shaking from embarrassment and anger and hurt.

Sarah pulled out her phone with trembling hands. She found Mason’s number and called him.

"Hello?" Mason’s voice was calm as always.

"Mason, it’s me. I’m outside—"

The phone went dead. The battery had died at the worst possible moment.

Sarah stared at her phone, feeling completely helpless. She was standing outside in the rain, the security guards were watching her like she was crazy, and now she couldn’t even call Mason back.

She tried to keep her composure, but her hands were shaking badly. She felt like crying, but she didn’t want to break down in front of all these people.

A few minutes later, the restaurant door opened and Mason stepped out. He looked perfect, as always. He was wearing a sleek black suit that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. His hair was styled perfectly, and he looked calm and unreadable.

But when he saw Sarah standing there in the rain, something changed in his expression. He looked surprised, then concerned, then something else that Sarah couldn’t identify.

"What are you doing here?" Mason asked, walking toward her.

Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. What could she say? That she was jealous? That she had seen the photos and videos and couldn’t stop thinking about him with another woman?

"I don’t even know," she said quietly, looking down at her feet.

Mason studied her face. "Sarah, you’re shivering. How long have you been standing out here?"

"Not long," she lied.

"The guards said you claimed to be my wife."

Sarah looked up at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "I didn’t claim anything. I am your wife."

"You know what I mean," Mason said, his voice getting cooler.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Sarah, this isn’t the place for this conversation."

"Then where is the place, Mason? Because you never want to talk about anything real."

"I’m in the middle of a business dinner."

"With a beautiful blonde woman," Sarah said, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice.

Mason’s expression hardened. "It’s a business dinner, Sarah. It was scheduled. Nothing romantic."

"A business dinner at the most romantic restaurant in the city?"

"It’s where my business dinners always happen. You’re reading too much into this."

Sarah felt tears starting to form in her eyes. The worst part wasn’t that she felt Mason was lying to her. The worst part was that he wasn’t trying very hard to explain. He wasn’t trying to comfort her or make her feel better. He was just giving her cold, practical answers like she was bothering him.

"Why don’t you try harder to explain?" Sarah asked, her voice breaking slightly. "Why don’t you care that I’m upset?"

Mason looked uncomfortable. "Sarah, you’re being emotional about something that isn’t what you think it is. I’m sorry if I hurt you."

"Emotional," Sarah repeated, ignoring his apology. "God, Mason, sometimes I think you don’t have feelings at all."

"That’s not fair."

"Isn’t it? You hold me when you’re sick, you kiss me when you’re scared, but the moment I have feelings about something, I’m just being emotional."

Mason was quiet for a moment. The rain was getting heavier, and Sarah could hear it hitting the canopy above them.

"You should go home," Mason said finally.

Sarah stared at him. After everything that had happened between them, after the way he had held her the night before, this was all he had to say?

"Fine," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll go home."

She turned away from him, walking toward her car. The rain was coming down harder now, and she was getting soaked. But she didn’t care. She felt numb.

"Sarah," Mason called after her.

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

"Drive carefully. The roads are getting slippery." He knew she didn’t come with her driver.

Sarah almost laughed. Even now, he was being practical.

"I will," she said without turning around.

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