A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband

"If I drink these, you won't bother Roy again, right?"Cynthia glanced at the three glasses of red wine, which were filled to the brim, before looking up at the man sitting across from her, who wore a series of earrings in his left ear. She asked.This man, Frank, has recently been the subject of a major interview for the magazine Cynthia works for. But in the course of his work he repeatedly tried to get close to her. Her colleague and friend, Roy, had been punished by Frank to help her, and even their camera had been smashed.Meanwhile, that interview didn't go ahead, and their supervisor was unusually angry, leading to both her and Roy being punished.Cynthia was here today to apologize for Roy and to try to persuade Frank to continue with the interview.Frank, half-lying on the sofa, stared at her. She had a strikingly beautiful face, but it was her perfectly tailored suit that wrapped around her slender frame that caught his attention.To him, she was even more enticing than wome

Cynthia's face was pressed hard against the wall, causing a sharp pain."I spent a lot of energy satisfying you last night. And you're just leaving like this? Not even a thanks?" Lucien's magnetic voice whispered in her ear.He was utterly shameless! To put it bluntly, he had committed a crime! And now, he was asking her to thank him?!"I have nothing to say to you. Let me go!" Cynthia felt stripped of all her dignity in front of him.She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists, forcing her hands over her head. The barely hanging clothes slipped off her body, and she was once again pressed against the cold wall.Shame surged through her, overwhelming her thoughts."Nothing to say to me? Have you forgotten? We used to be husband and wife." Lucien's arms tightened around her waist, his body pressing dangerously close to hers. His lips brushed against her translucent earlobe, "I'm the one who knows best how slutty you are."His thumb ran over her lips, speaking slowly, "Your sk

As soon as Cynthia heard her son's voice, a pang of emotion surged in her heart."Harley, are you okay?""I'm not okay, Mommy. I miss you so much. Mommy, make sure you eat on time and don't stay up late. Wait for me..." Harley rambled on, his words warming Cynthia's heart.A smile tugged at her lips. "Well, well, well, I know all about it, and what about Gerald? Did he listen to you?""Ugh, he doesn't listen at all. A woman came to see him again today, and he dragged me out..." The phone seemed to be snatched from Harley's hands, and his protesting voice could be heard, muffled as if someone was holding him down. Cynthia could almost imagine Gerald pressing Harley's head down.Sure enough, Gerald's familiar raspy voice came through the phone. "There's no woman, don't listen to his nonsense.""Yes, there is! A woman with a big butt, really ugly! His taste is getting worse... no medicine can fix it..." Harley's voice came again, but was cut off midway. Without a doubt, Gerald was coveri

Lucien's face contorted with a storm of emotions, dark and unreadable.It had only been six years, yet she had already learned to threaten him with a knife.Cynthia tilted her head up, locking eyes with Lucien. Time had passed swiftly, but he seemed untouched by it—unchanged in every way.The same striking face she knew so well, the same abyssal gaze. The way he looked at her now was exactly how he had watched her last—filled with an overwhelming hatred, as if he wanted to tear her apart.Six years ago, there might have been a shred of mercy left in him. But now, the tide of time had washed away every trace of warmth between them, leaving behind nothing but pure, seething hatred. There was no kindness left in his gaze, only cold, merciless fury.Perhaps it was the dim lighting of the room, or perhaps it was the sight of his loathing expression, but Cynthia's eyes stung. Her grip on the knife trembled slightly, and the sharp blade nicked Lucien's neck. A bead of crimson welled up, star

As soon as Cynthia got home, she felt completely drained, as if all the strength had been sucked out of her.She collapsed onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened with Lucien, the exhaustion weighing on her both physically and mentally, leaving her unable to move.She had no idea how long she lay there until a crisp knocking sound echoed from the door.Forcing herself to sit up, Cynthia dragged her weary body to open it.Standing outside was Erica, beaming with a bright smile, holding a large, heavy-looking shopping bag.The moment Erica stepped inside, her smile faltered. She immediately noticed something was off. With a concerned look, she asked, "What's wrong? You look terrible."Reaching out, she tried to feel Cynthia's forehead, checking if she was sick.Cynthia stepped aside to let her in, shaking her head slightly. She forced a weak s