LOGINYasmeen’s POVThe party continued with soft music and polite laughter that floated through the high-ceilinged rooms like expensive perfume. Crystal glasses chimed. Someone told a story about a recent merger and everyone laughed on cue. I stayed close to Lucas. I smiled when he spoke, rested my hand on his arm, and let him keep me near him in front of the guests. From the outside it looked natural—the perfect wife standing beside her successful husband, elegant in the deep-blue dress he had chosen, the diamond earrings catching the light every time I turned my head. Inside, I felt nothing. Every time I glanced across the room, I saw Liam standing with Elsa. He looked calm, almost bored, but he kept a clear distance from her. Even when the music shifted and couples moved to the open space to dance, he only gave Elsa a short, formal turn before stepping away again. His hand never lingered at her waist. His eyes never softened.I watched him longer than I should have.Lucas noticed once.
****Liam’s POV**I pushed Elsa away from me.“Are you insane?” I said, my voice low but sharp. “You want us to have pleasure when we have no roof over our head? One day your cousin will send us away. Where are we going to go?”Elsa stared at me, surprised by the sudden anger.“We will bounce back,” she whispered.I rolled my eyes and stepped past her without another word. Her invitation for rough sex still hung in the air, but I could not give her what she wanted. Not tonight. Not while the image of Yasmeen kissing Lucas was still burning behind my eyes and her cheating ass.I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.---The next evening, Lucas made the announcement at dinner.“So,” he said with a bright smile, “we will be attending a couple’s dinner event tomorrow night. Yasmeen and I are supposed to go, but I want the two of you to come along with us.”Elsa looked pleased. I only nodded once. Refusing would have created unnecessary questions.---The event was held in
****Yasmeen’s POV**Liam stood up from the bed.He did not say anything else. He simply fixed his shirt and walked toward the door. For a second I thought about calling him back, but the words stayed in my throat. Instead I quickly reached for my clothes and pulled them on with shaking hands. The sheets were still damp. My body still felt sensitive. When the door closed behind him, the room felt too quiet.I picked up my phone and called Nina.“I need to get out of this house,” I said the moment she answered. “Let’s go somewhere.”She did not ask many questions. She only told me to meet her at the ice rink in forty minutes.---The cold hit me the moment we stepped onto the ice.Nina was already better at skating than me. She moved with easy confidence while I held the side rail for the first few minutes, laughing at my own unsteady legs.. White lights hung above the rink, and the sound of blades cutting into the ice surrounded us. My cheeks turned pink from the cold. For a short t
****Liam’s POV**I told her to use the vibrator herself.Yasmeen’s fingers closed around the toy. She still looked flushed from earlier, her breathing uneven, but she nodded and lay back against the pillows. I moved to the side of the bed and sat where I could see everything clearly. My back rested against the headboard. My hands stayed still on my thighs even though they wanted to touch her.“Show me,” I said. “I only watch this time.”She turned the vibrator on at the lowest setting and slowly pressed it between her legs. The moment the soft vibration touched her clit, a small sound left her mouth. Her free hand gripped the sheet. Her knees fell open a little wider.I watched every detail.The way her stomach tensed. The way her hips shifted without her meaning to. The way her lips parted when she found the right spot.My cock hardened almost immediately. I hated how fast she affected me. This was supposed to stay simple — lessons, control, revenge. Yet every soft moan she made
**Yasmeen’s POVI decided to spend the day with Lucas.If I wanted to win him back, I needed to look like the wife he used to be proud of. I dressed carefully — elegant but soft — and went with him to two of his business meetings. I smiled when I needed to, held his arm, and played the perfect partner in front of everyone.At lunch he pulled me close and kissed me in front of the restaurant windows. The kiss was for show, but the cameras still loved it. By the time we finished eating, the photo was already on his social media with the caption:**Still my favorite person.**People flooded the comments with hearts and compliments. I stared at the post for a long time while we drove home. The perfect image was still working. From the outside, nothing had changed.Inside, everything had.---**Liam’s POV**I saw the post the moment it went up.Lucas kissing her. Her hand on his chest. The same soft smile she used for the public.Something ugly moved in my stomach. I told myself it was on
****Elsa’s POV**I lay on my back in the left-wing guest room while Lucas thrust inside me.The bed made soft sounds under us. I wrapped my legs around his waist and made the right noises at the right time. High little gasps. Soft moans. The kind he liked. Inside, I felt almost nothing. I had learned long ago how to perform.Lucas liked to believe he was good in bed. The truth was different. When we first started, he was clumsy. We had to watch filthy videos together just to learn basic positions and timing. I guided him for months until he finally became decent. Now he thought he was skilled. I have never corrected him.My mind drifted while he thrust.It started after I married Liam.Liam was handsome, rich on paper, and completely nonchalant. He barely touched me after the first few months. When he did have sex with me, it was intense and skilled, the kind that left my legs shaking. But those nights were rare. Most of the time he treated me like a roommate he was forced to live wi







