Six years ago, I married this man, with all the love, trust, and loyalty in my heart. I loved him so much; I stayed with him when he had nothing, built with him, and we grew stronger together, hoping that we're going to be parents, soon… Now, he's cheating? Not with any other women out there, but my best friend. After everything we've been through together? That evening, I had walked in on him, half-naked on the bed with my best friend Sherry. But what shocked me the most, I was mocked for being barren. I couldn't bear the betrayal from the two people I cherish the most, so I left everything behind after he proposed to divorce me and marry her and gleaned into the night. Five years, later. I'm a mother of twin babies, have a business of my own, and married his boss at work. Guess who came running to me for forgiveness? My cheating husband! Should I forgive him or push him away?
ดูเพิ่มเติมChloe’s POV
“Sorry, the test was negative!” The family doctor, Mr. Charles broke the news to me as I sat in the middle of his office and my heart sank. “Thank you” I muttered in a sullen tone, I rose and exited the office. I had mistaken some signs for pregnancy but I was wrong. I guess I had been too desperate to have a child and right now, I was ready to do anything just to get pregnant. Although my husband Lyon was a wreck in bed and barely satisfied my sexual needs, my yearning for a child of my own had overshadowed his flaws. I didn't care if I reached my orgasm or if he ejaculated after a few thrusts leaving me unsatisfied and empty, what mattered to me more than itself was being a mother. It's been six years now since my marriage with Lyon, it has been one miscarriage to another, leaving me barren. I have tried everything possible, taking all the pills that were recommended to me by the doctors, yet they all seem futile. And now, the thought of how I would break this news to Lyon again shattered my heart. I knew that I needed someone to talk to and if there was anyone whose words would soothe the pain that I was feeling, then it was Sherry, my childhood friend. With the thought of her wrapped around my head, I immediately made a phone call to her, but after ringing desperately for countless times, it went straight to voicemail. “I guess she must be busy at work” I tried to console myself but it did not seem like it was working, all that I wanted was a child, yet despite all my efforts, it wasn't working. As I drove back home, my heart was heavy, tears prickled down the corner of my eyes, I felt so lost, the pain hanging firmly in my chest yet I knew that I still had to be back at home in time to make dinner for Lyon. As soon as the car came to a halt, I realized that Lyon's car was also parked at the other side of the mansion. “Guess he is back home early today” I muttered to myself with a long frustrating sigh that escaped my lips. Wiping off every strain of tears from my eyes as I scurried inside. “Honey, you're home early!” I called out but the silence erupts in the whole house. He usually does not come home this early, except in an emergency. The thought of how I was going to break the news lingered around my chest, and sadness crept through me, yet I knew that I had to be strong for the both of us. I was going to discuss it with him after dinner, the last thing that I needed was anything that was going to ruin our dinner. Scurrying through the stairs, there was an awkward sound emanating from our room, one that I could not place my hands around. The further I went through the stairs, the more clearly the sound was emitting, like a female moan, but I knew that wasn't possible, there was no way that Lyon would bring another woman back home. Curiosity engulfed me, and as I swung the door open, my eyes widened in utmost shock. Lyon had his hands wrapped around Sherry, he kept on placing kisses around her naked body, his hands could not stop caressing her, with utmost lust that consumed his eyes, one that I never thought he could feel for any woman while thrusting back and forth inside of her. Sherry clutched onto him firmly, her moan could be heard from across the hallway as she bit her lips seductively, no doubt that she was enjoying the moment, and even though she was the first that had seen me when I walked in, she curled her lips and smiled shamelessly. “No…. This isn't happening.” I clutched onto my chest, slowly drifting backward as the pain intensified. It felt like I had been cut into tiny little pieces. “Chloe?” Lyon called out to me as soon as he noticed my presence, he jerked away from her, his hands scrutinizing the room in search of his pants. Sherry clutched firmly onto the blanket, there wasn't even a hint of remorse in her eyes, and the more that I stared at her, I noticed the devious smirk spread across her lips. “What are you doing back home Chloe, I thought that you wouldn't be back until later today?” Lyon requested, his eyes widened as he was trying to get a grasp of the situation. My gaze still trailing around the room, I badly wanted to believe that this was not true, that it wasn't happening right now before my eyes. I had just caught my husband with my best friend, but no matter how much I didn't want this to be true, my heart was already choking on it, making it difficult to breathe. “I am sorry that you had to find out like this, I was going to tell you about it.” “You were going to….” I stutter, still unable to form the right words. “I am sorry Chloe, but this marriage between the both of us is no longer working and you know how much I badly wanted a child, that was all that I asked from you, yet you couldn't grant that to me, I will have to divorce you!” “Divorce!” Lyon said the words with not even a hint of emotion in his eyes and as I froze there with my world crashing right before my feet, I could not believe that this was the same man that I had been married to for six years. To be continued!Richard's POVI had always known that power attracted chaos, but I never expected it to wear such a beautiful face. Chloe. My wife. My enigma. The woman who walked into my world with quiet storms in her eyes and left me questioning every rule I’d lived by.She had returned to her hometown like a queen reclaiming her throne, and for a while, it felt like I was the crown she wore proudly. But now, everything was shifting again. And I was starting to question if I was the king or just another pawn in her chess game.This morning, the air felt too quiet.She was still asleep when I left the bed. Her hair spilled across the pillow like dark ink, her back bare and vulnerable beneath the silk sheets. There was something fragile about her in those moments; something that made me feel protective… and slightly afraid. Because fragility often comes wrapped in secrets.I had a board meeting at 10. The numbers were solid, the expansions were ahead of schedule, but I wasn’t at peace. Not since I sa
Chloe’s POVThere’s something deeply ironic about the fact that even with all this wealth surrounding me:Richard’s luxury cars, the marble floors beneath my feet, the glistening chandeliers casting diamonds of light on the walls, I still feel cold.Not the kind of cold that a silk robe or another glass of red wine could fix.No. This cold stems from somewhere deeper, somewhere darker. It’s the ache of returning to a place that once felt like home only to find that the ghosts are still waiting, sitting patiently in every corner like loyal dogs.And today, I met one of them in the flesh.Sherry.I hadn’t planned to see her. Certainly not at the salon. But fate is cruel, had other plans. I came in for a simple wash and style. I just wanted to feel normal again, like the woman I was before Lyon, before betrayal, before Richard’s world of power and manipulation swallowed me whole.But then, as the stylist brushed through my hair, the air shifted.I didn’t need to turn around. I knew her pe
Richard’s POVI sat alone in my office, the kind of alone that echoes not from the absence of people, but the weight of thoughts. The late afternoon sun had started dipping behind the skyscrapers, bleeding orange and gold across the glass windows, but I saw none of it. My gaze was fixed on the photo frame Chloe had placed on my desk weeks ago, a candid shot of the two of us on our honeymoon in Capri. Her eyes sparkled like they held the whole ocean, and her smile… God, that smile. Back then, I believed I had finally found peace, a soft landing after years of ruthless ambition and calculated living. But now… peace felt like a distant memory.She’d changed.No, not on the surface, she was still effortlessly elegant, still walked like she knew the world owed her reverence. But beneath the velvet exterior, there was something steely, determined. That look in her eyes when she stepped into the boardroom for the first time as Mrs. Richard White. it wasn’t just pride. It was conquest. A qui
Chloe’s POVThe scent of fresh roses and bergamot lingered in the air as I stepped into the dimly lit master bathroom of our penthouse. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, echoing with the kind of luxury that used to feel foreign to me. Now, it was part of my new skin.But beneath the surface, beneath the diamonds, the silk robes, the name Mrs. White; there was a storm, thick and simmering, and no amount of lavender oil could calm it.Lyon.He was haunting me. Not with words. Not with pleas. But with silence that dug deep into my bones. Silence that followed our unexpected encounters like a ghost I couldn’t shake off.It wasn’t just about him anymore.It was about me.About what I needed to become to survive.I applied a touch of crimson lipstick, bold, commanding, a shade he once told me was “too aggressive” for my soft features. I smiled at the mirror, slow and cold. Let him see me now.My phone buzzed. A message from Richard:"Board meeting rescheduled. Dinner tonigh
Lyon’s POV The office was too quiet. My fingers hovered above the keyboard of my laptop, but not a single key was pressed. I stared blankly at the screen, the spreadsheet in front of me blurring into a mass of numbers I couldn't make sense of. Not when Chloe’s voice still echoed in my head. Not when her eyes those cold, commanding eyes had reduced me to a memory, a faded photograph buried under time and regret. What was I even doing anymore? She looked… powerful. Different. Like a woman who had lived through hell and come out dressed in armor made of grace and ice. And for the first time in years, I couldn’t predict her next move. She wasn’t the Chloe I once knew the soft-spoken girl with dreams and loyalty stitched into her every word. This woman… this version of her was steel. And God help me, it excited me and terrified me in the same breath. I slammed the laptop shut and stood up abruptly, running my hand through my hair. The strands felt wet was I sweating? Shit. I hadn
Lyon’s POV If I could be in a dream were the hunter became the haunted. Then I may never wake up from it. Someone should tell me why I'm thinking about Chloe all day? I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t work. Couldn’t even type a single sentence without Chloe’s face flashing before me; her eyes cold, unreadable, wrapped in that fine layer of success and elegance she now wore like armor. The woman I once called my own had returned, not as the girl I left behind, but as a ghost with fire in her eyes and a crown on her head. And I… I was no longer the man I used to be. I was broken. My office felt suffocating. The sleek glass walls once made me feel invincible, now they were mirrors, reminding me of what I had become. A man ruled by lust, swayed by temporary pleasures, who gave up gold for glitter. I glanced at my wedding band, the one Sherry insisted I wear even at home, as if it could tether me to a love that was never whole. I remembered Chloe’s face when she walked into the boardroom
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