LOGINMONIQUE I held Marcus's hand more tightly, needing him to feel me.“You’re not a child or alone anymore,” I reminded him gently.This time, he turned his head slightly, looking at me.“I know,” he said. And again… he meant it.I held his gaze for a moment before speaking again.“Tomorrow is going to be hard,” I said. “But it’s also going to be the end of something.”His brow furrowed slightly. “The end?”“The end of them having power over you,” I clarified.Something in his expression shifted at that. Something real. He looked back up at the ceiling, like he was turning the idea over in his mind.“The end…” he repeated quietly.“Yes,” I said. “And the beginning of you finally being free of all of it.”Another long pause. Then, finally.“You'll Stay,” he said.I squeezed his hand gently. “I am here to stay. I’m not going anywhere.”His body relaxed just slightly beside me. Not fully, but enough. Enough to let the silence settle. Enough to let the night pass.*Morning came faster than
MONIQUE The rest of the day moved fast. Too fast. Phones kept ringing. Messages kept coming in. Names I didn’t recognise, numbers I didn’t trust, all trying to reach Marcus. Reporters, partners, people pretending to care, people waiting to see him fall.Henry barely left his side. Files started appearing on the table one after another. Old documents. Medical records. Legal reports. Things Marcus had buried years ago, things he had survived, things he had never spoken about out loud.And now… all of it was coming back. For the world to see.I stood by the window for a moment, watching the sky slowly dim, my arms wrapped around myself. It felt like we were standing at the edge of something big. Something that was going to change everything.“Monique.”I turned at the sound of his voice.Marcus was watching me. Not the businessman. Not the man preparing for war. Just… Marcus, My Husband.“You’re quiet,” he said.I walked back toward him slowly.“I’m thinking,” I admitted.His eyes staye
MONIQUE I stepped closer toward Marcus, placing my hand gently on his arm.“They’re using sympathy,” I said. “They’re using a newborn, a little girl, and a grieving family. People are going to believe them.”Marcus looked at me then, calm and steady, his eyes searching mine.“And what do you think I should do?” he asked. “Do you think I made the wrong choice to kick them out of here? Do you think I should have given them what they asked for? Do you think I’m a bad person?”I frowned, not hesitating for even a second.“Of course, I believe you,” I said firmly. “I know the Bennetts. I have lived with them. I know just how manipulative and how cunning they can be. How can you even ask me that?”Something shifted in his expression. Softened.Just then, Henry exhaled sharply.“Belief is great,” he said, “but public perception is something else entirely. We need a strategy. Damage control.”Marcus stood slowly. And just like that, the calm shifted. Not gone but sharpened. Focused.“They wa
MONIQUE But nothing came out of her mouth because there was nothing to say. Not anymore.“Please…” she tried one last time, her voice breaking now. “At least for the children.....”“Stop,” Marcus cut in. Sharp and Final.“If you say one more word trying to use those children to manipulate me,” he added, his voice dropping dangerously low, “I won’t just ask you to leave.”That was enough. Lydia finally looked up Just for a second. Her eyes met Marcus’s, uncertain, conflicted, maybe even ashamed. But she didn’t speak. Didn’t defend. Didn’t even apologise. She just… stood there And then looked away again.Mrs Bennett straightened slowly, whatever pride she had left pulling her back together.“Fine,” she said, her tone stiff, brittle. “If that’s how you want it.”Marcus didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink."But don't blame me for what I will do next." She added.Silence responded.Realising what was coming next, she grabbed Lydia’s arm. “Let’s go.”And just like that, they turned and walke
MONIQUE The moment Mrs Bennett saw me… her face twisted. Like she had seen something disgusting. Something beneath her. Lydia didn’t look at me at all.Mrs Bennett, on the other hand, moved straight toward Marcus.“Son,” she said quickly. “How have you been? I heard you are doing much better now.”Marcus didn’t answer. He just stared at them. And the silence that followed…was heavy, awkward, and Sharp.Mrs Bennett and Lydia remained standing since no one offered them a seat. We stayed seated, close, side by side. And yet, even in that distance, I could feel the tension rolling off them. The way they avoided looking at me… or looked at me only with quiet hatred.Mrs Bennett let out a small, awkward laugh.“I’m sorry to barge in like this, but you see… your father left us.”“And?” Marcus asked, his voice flat. Dry.She blinked, clearly thrown off, but recovered quickly.“He took everything,” she continued. “There was some money we had set aside… offshore. It was supposed to help us st
MONIQUE Maybe this… this would help. With everything going on between Marcus and Nadia, maybe having Aunt Jane here would soften things. Maybe she could help steady the house. Help him not spiral too deeply into everything that had just been thrown at him.We needed that.He needed that.“Do you mind if we join you?” Aunt Jane asked, her tone gentle.“Of course not,” I said quickly.I moved around the kitchen, plating more food, serving them breakfast, and making sure everything was set. It felt… normal. Almost too normal for everything we had just been through, but maybe that was exactly what we needed.We all sat down together at the table And slowly… the tension began to ease. Aunt Jane probably felt the tension and started talking, telling a story from my childhood. Something small, light and funny.And for the first time since everything had happened..... Marcus laughed. A real laugh. Not forced. Not empty. And it did something to me. It loosened something tight in my chest that
MONIQUEEver so slowly, Marcus started transitioning from pushing in and then pulling out to harder, deliberate thrusts.My body reacted immediately, my pussy quivering and gripping his cock with each thrust.“My God, Marcus,” I exclaimed, clinging to him, my eyes shut tightly as I allowed the sens
MONIQUEI shifted my weight, suddenly unsure. “I don’t really know how long you’ve been working here, or what your experience is with the company, but I was wondering if maybe....” I paused, then pushed through the awkwardness. “If you could give me a tour? I know it’s not really in your job descr
MONIQUEThankfully, Mr Smith reached for a stack of papers, straightened them carefully, then slid them across the desk toward me.“These are the documents,” he said. “I thought Marcus might accompany you today, but this is your divorce, after all. Take your time. Read through everything. If you’re
MONIQUEThe morning light was already streaming through the windows when I woke up the next morning. I blinked against the sunlight, trying to shake off the sleep, and when I opened my eyes, Marcus was already up. He was dressed in his tailored suit, his hair perfectly slicked back. He looked ever







