Chapter Thirty.RainThe last thing I wanted was for Andrew to lose his job. I knew how determined he was, how hard he must have worked to get to this position. Losing all of that—just because of me? That wouldn’t be fair.I didn’t want that. But I also didn’t want to answer Enzo’s questions. If he couldn’t tell the world I was his wife, if he was so ashamed of me that he couldn’t even say it in front of his employees, then I didn’t owe him an explanation. I didn’t have to respond.My heart slammed against my chest. I didn’t know what to do. I was torn, completely conflicted. Andrew couldn’t lose his job over me. He couldn’t lose everything he’d built just because of my wounded pride. Even if this would be the last time, I had to say something. I had to give Enzo an answer.I looked up into Enzo’s pale, unreadable eyes. Despite his blindness, it felt like he could see right through me. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. I drew in a shaky breath to steady myself, then cleared
Chapter Thirty-oneRainI dragged my legs back to my workspace, my entire limb feeling heavier with each step I took, like the weight of confusion and fear was dragging me down to the floor. I couldn’t shake off the way he said nothing—just “leave.” No yelling, no threats, no punishment… just silence. And that scared me more than anything else could.It was so unusual, so unlike him.Enzo wasn’t a calm man. He wasn’t the type to let things slide just like that. That quiet restraint he wore like a tailored suit was a lie. A total facade. Beneath it was fire—danger—violence waiting to happen. So why now? Why the silence? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Was it control? Or was he planning something I couldn’t see coming? Was he planning something even more dangerous than the usual punishment and scolding? What could be going on in his head?I sat at my desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the computer. I tried to breathe, tried to drown myself in work, to focus on the fashi
Chapter Thirty-threeEnzoThat marketing guy was no fit for me.He was a weakling—an ant chasing after a wealthy man’s sweetness. He wanted what I had. He wanted my wife. But a man like him, a total weakling, was no competition for me.He was a nobody, and the only thing giving him any name was the fact that he worked in my company. I couldn’t be threatened by someone like him.Not now. Not ever.What did Rain say? Jealous?She said I was jealous. She had absolutely no idea who she was speaking to.I don’t feel jealousy. I don’t need to.That man doesn’t threaten me. Not even a bit. He couldn’t hold a candle to me even on his best day. He wasn’t capable of taking what belonged to me. Not even close.Rain was mine.Mine.And yet…She had blushed. She did so when that marketing guy told her he missed her.I could hear it in her voice, even if I couldn’t see it. The subtle quiver. The softness. The hesitation. I knew what that meant. I’d years of my life reading people with my ears, feel
Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldn’t he speak? Why wouldn’t he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didn’t like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, he’d flare up. He’d spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punish—do whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this man—this Enzo—was acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t laying down rules like h
Chapter Thirty-fourEnzoI had been holding it back. I had been trying to control the constant pulse in my cock whenever her soft voice reached me, or the way her hand held mine like she truly wanted to guide my every step. And that silent moan she made at my words—hell, that was the breaking point.I couldn’t hold back any longer.I wanted her.Not as punishment for everything that happened today, not out of anger or frustration—no. This time, it was out of longing, of pure need. Out of the deep, aching admiration I had for how her body responded to mine.I wanted to fuck her—hard, fast—until her legs shook and she was begging. Begging me not to stop, and begging me not to continue. I wanted to fuck her so good she’d lose track of what she wanted—if she needed release or relief. I wanted to give her a new kind of pleasure, something so intense it would make her realize no other man, not even that marketing guy, could touch what I gave her. He couldn’t even lace my shoes.We were in a
Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waist—firm, grounding—like it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.“You know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. “I’m going to take m
Chapter Thirty-sixRainWe both stayed there for a moment, breathing in the same rhythm—ragged, hot, and heavy, her body vibrating with the force of our release. Then slowly, Enzo pulled out of me, his touch lingering as if he hated the distance it created. I felt him shift behind me, and then his hands came down to my waist, turning me gently until I was facing him, back against the stall door.There was something different in his eyes. They were still wild, still possessive, but softer now. More… tender. He cupped my face with both hands, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing along my cheeks before he leaned in and kissed me.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t demanding.It was a slow and soft kiss. Deep in its own way, like a quiet claim after a storm.Then his lips moved—first brushing against my cheeks, then trailing down to the side of my neck, placing one last kiss there that sent a shiver trickling down my spine, a short gasp escaping my lips.“Go out,” he whispered, his voice low an
Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldn’t understand him. Not that I didn’t know the meaning of what he was saying—not that I couldn’t comprehend it—but I just couldn’t tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?“Can’t you see it, Rain?” he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. “Can’t you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesn’t even care if they get hurt. You should’ve seen that, Rain,” Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He
Chapter Fifty-oneRainThe elevator ride felt longer than usual, the kind of slow that made my nerves twitch. I tapped my fingers against my thigh, impatient, anxious, uneasy,,wondering if I was really going to find something—or if this whole idea was a waste of time. But if I didn’t at least try, the doubt would eat me alive.The moment I stepped out onto the ground floor, I realized I had no idea where the control room was. I wandered past the familiar halls, some security doors, even asked a janitor, but none of them could give me a straight answer, they were all too busy to give me an exact answer. I finally found a guard standing near the back hallway and asked him directly. After a short exchange and a bit of waiting, I was pointed in the right direction.The control room wasn’t what I expected—it was small, cramped, lit by the pale glow of several monitors. Two guards sat behind a desk, watching the screens with dull expressions like this was just another long, uneventful day.
Chapter FiftyRainI couldn’t understand anything.I just couldn’t get it.I didn’t invite Andrew to the dinner. I never said anything like that to him. I would never do that.Yes, I planned to invite Andrew. I considered telling him about the dinner and bringing him here—but after giving it deeper thought, after remembering everything he said and did to Enzo, I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it.It would have been an insult to Enzo. I knew that. And that was exactly why I didn’t invite Andrew.But then—why was he here? Who told him about this dinner? Who brought him here under the pretense that I invited him?I didn’t do that. I saw the way he insulted Enzo. I saw how badly Enzo had been affected by everything—his health, the doctor’s report, his father’s memorial. Enzo was already in a fragile place. It would’ve been a horrible mistake to bring Andrew here, and I knew that. I knew these things and it was the reason I didn’t tell Andrew about the diner, even after his reque
Chapter Forty-nineEnzoA joke.A prank.A play on words.That’s what it had to be. There was no way Rain would bring that man into my house. No way she would stoop so fucking low as to let a man like him walk through my doors after everything he did. Hell, she was there—she saw him talk to me like I was crazy, like I was beneath him. She saw the way he treated me like I was nothing.This had to be a joke.A cruel, expensive joke.“What did you just say?” I asked my brother, hoping—praying—he had it wrong. That there was some mistake. I trusted Rain. I knew she wouldn’t do something like this.“I said your wife’s lover is here,” Eduardo said again, that mocking laughter in his voice making my skin crawl with rage and disgust.“No… Rain wouldn’t…”“Good evening, everyone. I hope I’m not late.”That voice.That familiar, arrogant voice cut through the air like a blade and froze every part of me.My blood ran cold.Eduardo was right. That bastard was here.That smug marketing guy was in
Chapter Forty-eightRainEnzo leaned in, his chest brushing against my back, one hand gripping my waist, the other running slowly down my spine, making me shiver beneath his touch. His breath was hot against my ear when he spoke, low and rough and everything I’d been dying to hear. Everything I had waited days to hear again.“You feel that?” he whispered, pressing the length of his hardened cock between my wet folds, slow and teasing. “That’s how much I’ve missed you, wifey.”A whimper slipped from my lips, raw and uncontrollable.I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat when I felt him shift his hand, parting me, guiding himself slowly, so painfully slow, until I felt him press at my entrance.And then—he slid in.A soft cry tore from my lips, my fingers gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white almost immediately. He filled me completely, inch by inch, like he was taking his time to reclaim every part of me he had missed. My walls stretched around him, de
Chapter Forty-sevenRainIt had been days, and Enzo still hadn’t stepped out of the inner room. The only time he’d spoken to me was when he asked the driver to take me to the company to get him something. Other than that? Silence. He stayed in there all day, doing nothing that could possibly help his condition. Instead, he was punishing himself—and that was only making things worse.But Enzo didn’t see it that way. He believed all of this was his fault. He thought he could’ve done something to prevent it, to change the outcome. He blamed himself for what happened, for the blindness, for the consequences. But none of this—none—was his fault. I wanted to tell him that, scream it if I had to. But he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t even give me the chance to speak.Enzo shut me out because he thought he had to handle it all on his own, and the more he pulled away, the more I feared he’d lose himself to the darkness completely.I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall as the warm shower
Chapter Forty-sixRain.Enzo will never regain his sight?Did the doctor just say… Enzo would never regain his sight?My the words rang in my ears relentlessly. My breath caught in my throat. I blinked multiple times, thinking maybe I’d heard wrong, maybe I was starting to imagining things. But the look on the doctor’s face said otherwise. It was Final. Certain. There was no room for hope.Enzo would never see again. Never. There was no guarantee.He would never look into my eyes, never see my face when I smiled or cried, never see the world he used to control with the sharpness of a glance. He would never be free from the darkness that had caged him. He would never be able to see the world again.And worst of all—he would never see me.He has never seen me before, and a part of me has held on to that hope that he would when he finally regains his sight, but now? Now, there was no hope. Now, the doctor said there wasn’t guarantee he would ever regain his sight. Enzo would never see m
Chapter Forty-FiveEnzoMom was always like this.She’d come in pretending she wanted to talk about something important, something reasonable and fragile, but before you knew it, her voice would be rising, throwing wild accusations like daggers across the room. Today was no different. She did today again. She came here talking about family business, about my responsibilities and appearances even though I didn’t need to be remembered, and the next second, she was shouting about Rain having an affair. Throwing Rain’s name around like it was dirt. Like she had been waiting for any excuse to drag her through the mud.I leaned back against my desk, my hands pressed flat against the wood, my jaw locked tight.I knew she didn’t trust Rain. Hell, she didn’t even like her. If I had told her about my marriage beforehand, she would have torn it apart before it even started. She would have poisoned my mind with doubt, with her selfish fears, with her obsession over control. She’d have wanted th
Chapter Forty-fourRainI didn’t know what was happening in there. I wished I had stayed back to hear what they were saying. My heart wouldn’t rest—it kept pounding hard against my ribcage as thoughts of what could be happening raced through my mind.I wasn’t sure Enzo would let things go just like that, and I wasn’t convinced Andrew had gone in there to actually make peace.What were they saying? What should I do? Should I just go in there?What if they were arguing and it had escalated into a fight? What if Enzo hurt Andrew?I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if it was right to just stand there and do nothing. I couldn’t trust that Enzo wouldn’t do anything. He was so upset minutes ago that he would have sacked Andrew if she wasn’t so important to the company. After minutes of waiting, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I dragged my wobbly legs to the door—and my eyes widened, jaw dropping when I saw the two of them shaking hands. What the hell?They were like sworn enemi
Chapter Forty-threeEnzoHe needed to leave. That bastard had to go.I needed him out of here, far away, if I was going to be certain Rain was safe from him and from whatever danger he thought he could drag along with him.He told me he would do anything to make me pay for what I did. Even if that meant using Rain. That alone was enough to seal his fate.I didn’t even know what the hell I had done to him. I didn’t know what revenge he thought he was chasing. But if he wanted a war, he would get it. And I was sure as hell he would end up broken, scarred, and crawling if he dared to lock horns with me.I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was ready for it. I lived for it.But Rain…Rain wasn’t meant to be part of that darkness.She wasn’t meant to be dragged into the dirt and blood I was used to. She deserved better. She deserved peace, safety—things men like me couldn’t always guarantee, no matter how much we wanted to.I didn’t want her tangled in my dirty business. I didn’t want her touched