Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 915

Molly was trying to figure out who had spilled the beans about her secret online account. Chad, her husband, was scrolling through her phone, asking, "Come on, who in your contacts is the hottie you were chasing after?"

Molly quickly fibbed, "Chad, I just made that up. It's not real."

Chad was unfazed, "So, do you want me to check each one on Facebook?"

Molly hesitated, "The one listed as a financial advisor, that's him."

Chad turned to her with a knowing smirk, "After all these years, you remember that clearly. Do you check up on him often?"

"Not really, just once in a blue moon. Since we got married, I've only had eyes for you," she assured.

Chad, still in his uniform, was going through her contacts like he was on a mission, only showing a softer side around Jade.

When he found the guy's Facebook, he didn't hesitate to delete him.

Jade chimed in, "Chad, tell me, who sold me out? I need to know, even if it means facing the music."

Chad looked at his wife, "If you knew, would you really confront them?"

"If I knew, I'd curse their family to the grave," she shot back with a spark.

"It was Andre."

Molly was stunned, "Wait, who?"

Over at the Cedillo household, Henry had just been tossed out by his dad, no holds barred. Meanwhile, Mia was busy washing the day's dirt off her son's clothes. She was efficient; she'd gotten all five little shirts clean and hung them out to dry.

After his bath, Andre watched his young wife as she busied around. Mia, humming to herself, wandered from the balcony through the bedroom when Andre suddenly asked, "Snow White, does that name ring any bells?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

She stopped in her tracks, eyeing her husband nervously, "No, not really."

Andre, with his wild, tousled hair and deep, mysterious gaze, was intimidating. Mia swallowed hard, "Oh, maybe a little. Isn't he a movie star, honey?" Her heart felt like it was hanging by a thread over an abyss, ready to drop.

Andre handed her a towel, which she took eagerly, trying to appease him. "You really don't remember much, huh? All that money on high school went to waste."

Clang!

The laundry bucket hit the floor.

The thread holding Mia's heart snapped.

How did he know? He wasn't supposed to.

Thinking about why Anya didn't come home tonight, Mia put two and two together, "Anya told you, didn’t she?"

Back at the Cedillo's, Mia knew she was in deep trouble. Her eyes, clear and captivating, darted around. She suddenly bolted, ready to make a run for it.

Andre, expecting this, caught her arm, pulling her back into his embrace. "Honey, let me explain," she pleaded.

Without a plan, Mia stumbled over her words, "Well, you see, it’s just old stuff... not worth getting upset about."

"And, honey, it's really your fault," she found her footing.

Andre looked down at her, his soft, boneless wife. There she went again, trying to twist the truth.

"If you'd been there during my freshman year, would I have looked at Sean O'Connor..." Mia covered her face, wishing she could take it back.

Luckily, Andre, from a different generation, was puzzled, "What does 'O'Connor' mean?"

Phew!

She started spinning tales, "'Hunk' is just like crispy rice. His last name, Stone, it’s like the rock you can fry crispy rice on, and his fans call themselves 'Crispies'. So, we called him Stone Hunk."

Andre frowned: Rock can fry crispy rice?

Mia quickly diverted, "Honey, if you'd been in my life back then, I'd have been yours forever. Meeting you at 20, I've been head over heels for you. And now, no matter what, I'm sticking by your side. So, you see, honey, you can't blame me. You weren't there yet, and he played a role I just adored, which led me to spend money on him. Plus, the character he played back then, it’s a lot like you now."

"What was it?"