He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 371

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 371: The Wrong Video Plays**

The atmosphere in the grand ballroom was thick with anticipation, a collective breath held as the large screen flickered to life. But before the image could fully materialize, a sultry, intimate whispering wafted through the air, wrapping around the audience like a warm, unwanted embrace. It was a sound that left no room for misinterpretation—it was that kind of sound.

“Did they accidentally switch to the wrong channel?” a voice murmured from the back, uncertainty lacing the question.

As the audience sat in a state of bewildered confusion, the screen suddenly burst into vivid color, revealing what appeared to be surveillance footage from the opulent living room of a villa. The camera captured the essence of a private moment, and the audience leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

A woman stepped into view, her attire a dazzling display of evening elegance. She moved with an intoxicating grace, her every gesture designed to entice. With a deliberate slowness, she toyed with the buttons of her blouse, revealing just enough to send a ripple of shock through the crowd.

Gasps echoed across the ballroom.

“This is… explicit. Is this truly meant for public viewing?” someone whispered in disbelief.

The murmurs of discontent grew louder as the audience grappled with the reality of the situation. Wasn’t this supposed to be the corporate video for the Lewis Group? How had this scandalous footage made its way onto the screen?

And that woman—who was she to be so brazen?

Amidst the chaos, Ernesto’s expression morphed from confusion to recognition, a storm brewing behind his eyes. The moment he spotted the woman on screen, a chill ran down his spine. He knew her all too well—she was his latest mistress, the very embodiment of temptation.

Before he could process the implications, the camera shifted, and he found himself stepping into the frame. There he was, striding confidently toward the woman, shedding his suit jacket with casual ease, loosening his tie as if preparing for a dance rather than a scandal. He discarded his shirt, revealing a toned torso, and the audience collectively held its breath.

The woman’s face lit up with a coy smile as she leaned into his embrace, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that seemed to defy the very nature of the event they were attending.

As realization washed over the crowd, a stunned silence enveloped the room. Eyes darted toward Ernesto, who stood among them, a mixture of disbelief and horror etched across their faces.

“Mr. Mason, you’ve still got it! Is she even twenty?” one onlooker exclaimed, breaking the silence with a mix of admiration and incredulity.

“Ernesto, what in the world is this? This is utterly inappropriate with everyone here!” another voice chimed in, laden with scandalized outrage.

Ernesto’s face darkened, a storm brewing in his chest. He didn’t respond; his gaze was locked on Monique, who stood on the stage, the last person he wanted to witness this debacle. And now she had seen everything.

Monique was frozen, her heart racing as she absorbed the scene unfolding before her. She had meticulously prepared for this gala, her mind focused on the grand spectacle she had orchestrated. Instead, she was confronted with the sight of Ernesto entwined with another woman, their passion laid bare for all to see.

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