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I walked in on my husband fucking another woman on my dresser. He didn't even notice me standing there. Four years of marriage, two years without being touched and a thousand small cruelties that I swallowed because I thought being his wife was better than being alone. Turns out, he was already planning to throw me away. He just wanted to do it on his terms, after he'd finished destroying whatever was left of me. Then I met Cameron Tucker. He's patient, kind and looks at me like I'm the only woman in the room. When I finally broke down and asked him to remind me what it felt like to be wanted, he didn't hesitate. Now my husband wants me back. He's following and watching me. He already put Cameron in the hospital once, and he's not done yet. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They haven't met a man who has everything to lose.
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Dealing with Mr fucking right. The Morning After
Clara's POVI woke to sunlight and the weight of Cameron's arm across my waist.For a moment, I didn't remember. The penthouse was quiet, the city soft and golden through the windows, and his body was warm against my back, his breath slow and even. I felt safe and whole.Then the memories crashed in.The festival. Joe's voice. His hand on my wrist. The punch. The blood. The chaos.I sat up too fast, my heart hammering.Cameron stirred beside me, his hand reaching for me automatically. "Hey, hey. You're okay." His voice was rough with sleep, but steady. "You're safe, we're home."I looked at him. His lip was still swollen. The bruise on his jaw had darkened overnight and spreading across his cheekbone like a storm. But his eyes were clear, and he was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered."You're hurt," I said."I've had worse.""Cameron…""I've had worse," he repeated, sitting up slowly. He winced, one hand going to his ribs, and I saw the bruise there too, it was purp
Last Updated : 2026-04-15Dealing with Mr fucking right. The Disgrace
Joe's POVThe holding cell smelled like bleach and fear. I sat on a hard plastic bench, my back against the cold wall, and stared at the scuff marks on the floor. My suit was ruined—blood on the collar, wine on the sleeves and a tear at the knee from when bloody bastard had slammed me against the fountain. My face throbbed, my ribs ached and every breath reminded me that I had lost.Not just the fight. Everything.The door at the end of the hallway clanked open. Heavy footsteps approached and a guard I hadn't bothered to learn the name of appeared outside my cell."You're being released. Someone posted your bail."I stood up slowly, my joints protesting. "Who?"The guard didn't answer. He just unlocked the door and gestured for me to follow.The waiting area was empty except for one man.He was standing near the vending machines, his back to me, wearing a tailored overcoat that probably cost more than most people's rent. His hair was the same dark brown as mine, but cut shorter and ne
Last Updated : 2026-04-15Dealing with Mr fucking right. After the War
Clara's POVThe penthouse was dark when we finally made it through the door.Cameron didn't turn on the lights. Neither did I. The city glowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the floor, and we stood in the middle of the living room, still breathing hard, still vibrating with everything that had happened.His face was a mess. Blood had dried on his lip. A bruise was already blooming across his jaw. His shirt was torn at the collar, stained with wine and champagne and his own blood. He looked like he had been in a war.He looked beautiful."Sit down," I said."I'm fine.""Sit down, Cameron."He sat.I went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, warm water, and the first aid kit he kept under the sink. I knelt in front of him on the couch, my knees pressing into the cushions, and I began to clean his face.He watched me the whole time.His eyes were dark, unreadable and tracking every movement of my hands. I dabbed at the cut on his lip. He didn
Last Updated : 2026-04-15Dealing with Mr fucking right. Blood on the Marble
Clara's POVThe silence after the punch lasted less than a second.Then Cameron moved. Not the way I expected. Not with a wild swing or a blind rage. He moved like an athlete, he was controlled, precise and devastating. His left hand shot out and grabbed Joe by the collar of his rumpled suit jacket. His right fist drew back."You want a show?" Cameron's voice was low, almost calm. "I'll give you a show."He punched Joe in the stomach.Joe doubled over, the air rushing out of him in a wet gasp. Cameron didn't let go of his collar. He held Joe up like a ragdoll, pulled him close, and spoke directly into his face."Never touch her again."Joe laughed. It was a horrible, breathless sound, half-choked and full of madness."Or what?" Joe wheezed. "You'll kill me? In front of all these people?"Cameron's jaw tightened.Joe saw the hesitation and he used it. He drove his forehead into Cameron's nose.The crack was sickening. Blood sprayed—Cameron's blood—and he staggered back, his grip on Joe
Last Updated : 2026-04-15Dealing with Mr fucking right. The good feeling.
Clara's POV "Oh fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck"The word left my mouth before I'd fully registered what I'd done. I was on my feet in the same motion, stumbling back a step, one hand flying to my lips like I could push the last thirty seconds back inside."I'm sorry." My voice came out strangled. "I'm so
Dealing with Mr fucking right. A slap on the face
Clara's POV I arrived ten minutes early and sat in the third row of the bleachers.The community centre court was smaller than Bryan's gymnasium, scuffed floors, faded three-point lines, a scoreboard with a broken digit that perpetually read 8 regardless of what anyone scored. A handful of other
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Harsh reality.
Clara's POV I slept in my guest room, I had stood outside our bedroom door for a long time after I came in from the bar last night, my hand on the handle, and simply could not make myself open it. So I turned around, walked down the hall, and curled up on the narrow guest bed still in my clothes,
Dealing with Mr fucking right. The man at the bar
Clara's POV The gymnasium was so loud with sneakers shrieking against polished floors, parents on their feet, a buzzer that went off like a small explosion every few minutes. It was exactly the kind of noise I needed. Noise meant I didn't have to think.Emma found me in the bleachers before I even
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