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Breaking Point
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2026-05-16 22:43:09
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Serena’s Watches
Serena's POV The glowing screen of my laptop cast a harsh blue light over my face. The penthouse was dead silent, but my chest was heaving so hard I thought my ribs would snap. I stared at the grainy security footage playing on a loop. It was from the bar lounge where Julian and that little bitch Lauren were last night.My fingers dug into the edge of the desk until my fake nails bent.On the screen, Julian, my husband, had Lauren pinned against a wall. His hands were buried in her hair, pulling her face up to his like he was a starving man and she was his only salvation. And her? The street rat was kissing him back, her hands gripping his shirt like she belonged there."You fucking bastard," I whispered, the words scraping against my throat.They looked desperate. They looked completely and violently consumed by each other.I slammed the laptop shut. The sharp crack echoed through the bedroom, but it didn't stop the image from burning into the back of my eyelids.My sister. My cheap
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Betrayal Begins
Julian’s POV What the fuck did I just do?I pulled my mouth away from hers so fast my shoes slipped slightly on the hardwood floor. My chest was heaving, my heart was pounding against my ribs. The taste of her, the sweet and entirely too familiar, lingered on my tongue, burning badly.Lauren stayed pinned against the pillar, her eyes wide in the dim light of the living room. Her lips were swollen and wet, parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her small hands were still hooked around the back of my neck, her fingers trembling against my skin. For a second, just a split second, the raw hunger in my gut roared back to life. I wanted to lean right back in, destroy the distance between us, and ruin both of our lives tonight.Then, the cold reality of my life crashed back into my head like a physical blow."Fuck," I muttered, ripping myself completely out of her space. I turned my back on her, rubbing a hand roughly over my face. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't look at the way her ha
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The First Kiss
Julian’s POV The rain pattered across the massive glass windows of my penthouse, blurring the Seattle skyline into gray and black. It was past midnight. The rest of the city was quiet, but inside these walls, the air felt thick, heavy, and hot.I stood by the bar, pouring a glass of amber liquid I didn't even want. My mind was a complete wreck. For weeks, I had been drowning in a strange, angry confusion. The woman sleeping in my master bedroom–the woman my papers said was my wife, Serena–felt like a total stranger. But the girl currently sitting on the long leather couch across the room? She was the one driving me insane.Lauren was staring at a stack of printed reports Marcus had brought over earlier. She wasn’t a corporate executive. She didn't know the first thing about complex mergers or offshore banking tricks. But she had been sitting there for three hours, stubbornly turning the pages anyway, trying to find any mention of her sister's disappearance."You're going to burn a ho
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Marcus Investigates
Marcus’s POV The glowing screen of my laptop was starting to burn a hole straight through my retinas. It was past two in the morning, and the rest of the penthouse was dead quiet, but my head was pounding like a drum. I took a swig of the cold, bitter coffee sitting on my desk and cursed under my breath.Working for Julian Cross meant you didn't get the luxury of a normal sleep schedule. But lately, things had been completely fucked. Ever since Serena showed up again, acting like the perfect, doting wife, the entire energy in this place had shifted. Julian was on edge, a walking bomb waiting for a reason to go off. He’d spent the last week acting like a lunatic, avoiding Lauren like she was the goddamn plague while staring holes through the back of her head whenever she walked into a room. The man was miserable, furious, and obsessed. He didn’t remember that Lauren was the one he actually fell for during Serena's absence, but his instincts were screaming at him anyway.And my job? My
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Test
Julian's POVI was going out of my fucking mind.Seven days. Seven whole fucking days since I made the conscious choice to stop looking for her, to stop breathing the same air as her, to stop letting her existence pull at parts of my brain I couldn't control. I thought it would work. I was Julian Cross. I didn't get led around by my nose, especially not by some girl who claimed to be my wife's twin sister but looked at me like she was looking at my soul.But hiding from Lauren in my own damn house was the hardest thing I’d ever done.I sat at the massive mahogany desk in my study, the leather chair feeling more like a cage than a seat. The room was dark, lit only by the green lamp on the corner of the desk. It was past midnight. The rest of the penthouse was dead silent, but my chest felt like a bomb waiting to go off."Boss?"Marcus’s voice broke the quietness. He didn't knock. He never did when it was late and he knew I was in a foul mood. He stepped into the room, holding a folder,
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Serena’s Triumph
Serena's POV My fingers shook slightly as I stared at the bright screen of the laptop. I hated this. I hated hiding in the corners of the penthouse like a fucking thief, waiting for Julian to leave just so I could do Vivian’s dirty work. This place used to be my kingdom. I was the queen here, surrounded by luxury, diamonds, and a husband every woman in the city wanted.But now? Now everything felt completely wrong.I looked up from the screen and caught my reflection in the glass of the window. Even in my expensive silk robe, with my hair perfectly done and my makeup flawless, I looked stressed. No, I looked pissed off. And I had every goddamn right to be.Julian hadn't touched me, much more fucked me, since I came back. Not once. Not like our sex life was existent before but now he barely even looked at me. When he did, his eyes were so cold they could cut a stone. It wasn't just his usual distant self, this was different. It was like he was looking at a total stranger. He was const
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Fractured Hearts
Lauren’s POVI hated myself for checking Serena’s social media again.But I did it anyway.Maybe pain had become a routine.Maybe some pathetic part of me still needed proof Julian was breathing somewhere in this city.Or maybe I just wanted to know if he looked for me the way I still searched for
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Leaning In
Lauren's POVThe thing about comfort is that it sneaks up on you.You don't notice it happening. One day you're sleeping on someone's couch with one eye open, heart still raw and bleeding from a life you got thrown out of, and then somehow—without you ever making a conscious decision—you're sleepi
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Cracks in the Mask
Lauren’s POV Living with Silas felt like dangerous comfort. Every day I told myself I’d find my own place soon, but the eviction notice on my old apartment and the stack of rejected job applications said otherwise. His place was quiet and cozy. It smelled like bacon and coffee most mornings.He d
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Impostor’s Throne
Lauren’s POV I woke with the weight of last night's decision pressing on my chest like a loaded gun. My eyes snapped open to the penthouse ceiling. Today was the day. No more lies, no more half-truths. Julian deserved the absolute truth, even if it destroyed me. The blackmailer’s final threat s
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