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• Love for revenge   You´re still crawling

  Without taking my eyes off him, I squint slightly and flash a small smile, which makes Kalet cross his arms and glare at me.“Don’t look at me like that,” Kalet grumbles after a few seconds.“I want you to keep an eye out for when the flowers for Giselle arrive and go upstairs to see her reaction,” I order, lacing my fingers together and resting my chin on them, “and obviously, you'll have to come back and report to me.”“Why do I have to go?” he complains.“Because I’m your boss, and I’m ordering you to.”“You could send the witch.”“She was a big help, so now it’s your turn.”“But I already helped you! Wasn’t I the one who went to find her? I bet it never even crossed your mind to ask her instead.”“You’re right about that, but now I need your help. I’ll double your salary this month if every time I send my wife a gift, you go down and watch her reaction and then come back to tell me everything in detail.”“Triple,” he counters.“Double. You’re not doing much—just going up and down,

• Love for revenge   How to make my wife fall in love?

  Days laterI stare at my laptop, unable to get past the first paragraph of the report I’m supposed to be reviewing. With a frustrated groan, I run both hands through my hair, still too upset over what happened with Giselle to focus."Are you even listening to me?""No… I’m sorry, what were you saying, Kalet?""What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird for days.""Nothing," I snap."Nothing? Are you even aware of how bitter you’ve become lately?""There’s nothing wrong, Kalet. Stop pestering me. You’re really annoying when you try.""You fought with Giselle, didn’t you?" he presses, and just hearing my wife’s name tightens every muscle in my body. "You two haven’t looked the same. And those oxygen-depleting kisses you used to give her? Gone. Spill it. And don’t tell me 'nothing'—I won’t buy it.""You were right.""About what?""That I was falling for my wife. She knows now, but she doesn’t believe me. In fact, she doesn’t even want me near her. Every night she...""Stop. I don’t

• Love for revenge   I´m dying of jealous

  "Or maybe you're just so jealous of me being pregnant that you can't even open your mouth?" Paulette sneers, her hand gliding mockingly over her rounded belly.I avert my gaze, doing my best not to cry. Nathan’s hand tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to him as if shielding me from the venom in her words. I force myself to pretend I’m fine."I think my wife’s just worried about the future of that poor child, having parents like you... and let's not even talk about the grandparents—just as wretched as their son.""You will respect my wife, Dubois," Oliver growls, stepping dangerously close to the man. "Say something like that again and you’ll regret it.""Oh please, telling the truth is now disrespectful? And I haven’t even said what I really think of your mistress. No matter how hard you try to hide it, she’ll always carry the stain of being your lover while you were still married."I watch as Oliver clenches his fists, ready to strike. Not wanting a fight to break out and ru

• Love for revenge   Envy

  Giselle “I’m going to sit in the back with the boss’s wife. I can’t stand that wet dog smell coming off you,” Scarlett hisses, clicking her tongue and shooting a glare at the blond guy who’s clearly biting his tongue to keep from snapping back like he usually does.“What kind of dresses do you like? If we start there, it’ll be easier to figure out which store to take you to.”“Don’t I have anything at home that could work for the event?” I reply with a question of my own.“No, those are cocktail dresses, and this event is far more formal. Didn’t you ever go to one of these with your ex?” she asks gently.“No. Oliver never took me to anything that important. I didn’t exactly look the part. He always brought Paulette along instead. Even if she was just his mistress, I have to admit she’s very pretty.”“What are you talking about? What appearance? You’re beautiful—way more than her. But it makes sense, standing next to someone like your ex, you probably felt like a little flower ready t

• Love for revenge   Convention

  Weeks later“What’s this?” I ask when Scarlett walks into my office holding what looks like an invitation.“In three days, the annual perfumers’ convention will take place. This is your invitation—yours and your wife’s,” she explains.“I completely forgot that was coming up,” I grumble, taking the invitation and tossing it on my desk. “I really don’t feel like going and watching Lefebvre be the center of attention again,” I complain bitterly.“This year might be different,” she offers. “With the latest fragrances we’ve launched, we’ve outperformed the competition. Besides, the last perfume they released—the one they stole from us—was a total flop, and they haven’t produced anything new since.”“You may have a point,” I admit after a few seconds. “I just don’t know if I should bring Giselle or not.”“Why wouldn’t you?” she asks with a frown, maybe suspecting I’m trying to pull a Lefebvre by hiding my wife out of shame.“That’s not what this is about, Scarlett,” I say, annoyed by the th

• Love for revenge   I´m going insame!!!

  Nathan "Nathan!! Nathan!!" I hear Giselle’s voice calling.With a frustrated groan, I ignore my wife and drape my arm over my face, trying to fall back asleep."Nathan!!" she insists."What do you want, Giselle?" I grumble, rolling just enough to glance at the time on the alarm clock."It’s three in the morning. What could possibly be so urgent that you need to wake me up now?"I let out a yawn—one that dies in my throat the moment I feel a slight weight settle on my hips and a soft hand slide across my bare chest."W-what are you doing?" I stammer, finding Giselle straddling me."Finishing what we started this afternoon," she murmurs, gently biting her lip in that devastatingly sexy way that makes it impossible to look away."W-what are you talking about?" I ask, my voice thick with confusion and something else I don’t want to name."Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t wish what we faked down in the garage had been real."I open my mouth to protest, but she silences me with a fing