Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The pregnant woman on the next bed and her husband perked right up at my explosive words.

“Oh my god, is she cheating on her husband with a foreigner?!”

“Shh, keep it down! Her husband already looks ready to blow!”

Their whispers reached Evie's ears, and her face shifted through about five colors.

“Both of you, shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about! Karim is my student, and he kindly drove me to the hospital!”

After snapping at the bystanders, Evie turned back to me.

“Zane Calloway, the chart on my bed says it all. Go read it yourself!”

“I'm a university lecturer! Am I supposed to never talk to any male student? Then how am I supposed to teach!”

“It's not the dark ages anymore. Get your head out of the gutter!”

Some professor. She'd climbed into a student's bed.

I heard Karim snicker behind me, grinning at me like he'd won something. My blood boiled.

No man on earth could swallow that.

I couldn't hold back. I swung and caught him square in the face.

One punch, and the big exchange student was down on the floor.

“Fuck! I'll sue you! Do you know who my father is?! You hit me!”

“Sweetie, look what this man did to me!”

Seeing Karim curled on the ground howling, Evie scrambled out of bed and threw her arms around him.

“Baby, let me see! Is your face okay?!”

By now I could feel every eye in the room on me. The green on my head was glowing.

“Zane Calloway, are you done making a scene?! Karim is my student. I won't let you treat him like that!”

Ignoring her own body, Evie took that foreign student by the hand and walked out to get his face treated.

Furious beyond words, I slammed my fist into the wall again and again until my knuckles split open.

I went downstairs and waited. After all, Evie was still carrying my child.

Two hours passed. She never came out.

I called her. No answer. Finally, I gave up and drove home.

“Karim, don't be shy, make yourself at home! This place has three bedrooms, plenty of room for you!”

“And you're hurt. Staying here means I can take care of you properly!”

No way. Was Evie seriously moving that exchange student into our house?

I typed in the door code and stepped inside. The two of them were so wrapped up in each other that they never heard me come in.

I stopped at the guest bedroom door. My wife was parading around him in a low-cut nightgown, flashing a stretch of bare leg, and my temper went up in flames.

Maybe she felt my burning stare. Evie spun around.

“Honey?! Why are you back?!”

She gaped at me, stunned.

“It's my house. Am I not allowed to come back to it?!”

My voice was ice, and everyone could hear the anger underneath.

“Honey, you hit Karim. That was your fault. So I brought him home so I can look after him!”

“I'm doing this for you, you know! If he decides to press charges, you're in serious trouble. You haven't changed your shoes yet―go down to the store and buy Karim a fresh set of toiletries!”

I couldn't believe my ears. My wife was ordering me to wait on her side piece?!

The foreign student sat on the bed, staring at me. Only a man could read the challenge in his eyes.