Please note that there will be no update on the 28th February. I will be using the time to plot out the remaining chapters since the story will end in March. Daily updates will resume on the 1st March. Thanks for all your support.
Avery had experienced embarrassment in her life but not one as painful as this. To be bullied by peers was something she had endured for a long time and gotten over after embracing the corporate world and being comforted by the respect and professionalism it brought along. It was for this reason that she was rendered speechless and ashamed; the fact that it was happening in front of all these respectable CEOs and their wives made her want to disappear into thin air. She was so humiliated as every gaze fixated on her, waiting for her to debunk what Trent had just said, which she couldn’t do because it was the truth. Her lips shook but her tongue felt stiff, stuck to the roof of her mouth. Anderson stared at her calmly. No one knew whether he believed Trent or not but he would believe anything Avery said. Sadly, her countenance sold her out, showing that Trent’s allegations were truth from hell. In that case, Anderson wasn’t going to allow his wife to suffer shame in front of his busi
Trent’s head was pounding and his eyes were spinning from a terrible hangover, he couldn’t immediately assimilate what Anderson was telling him. After leaving the business dinner last night, he ended up at the club, drinking more than necessary to soothe the pain he felt for the embarrassment he caused Avery.The tears she shed because of him made it worse. He was so bent on making Anderson give up on her that he didn’t think she’d also be hurt because of the revelation. It was too late for him to understand the pain he caused her and when he finally did, he was too ashamed of himself and needed a good place to let out, thereby ending up in the club. He didn’t check the caller, just answering the call because the noise from the phone made him irritable.“Who is this?” He held his aching head and asked. Anderson scoffed from the end of the line. He was still angry, feeling annoyed that Trent was still playing games.“Stop pretending,” he said coldly. The voice was getting clearer in Tre
Avery changed into a pair of white hot shorts with a tank top that left a little of her midsection exposed. Looking at her face in the mirror, she was horrified at how terrible she looked because of all the tears she shed. She washed her face and applied some makeup to hide her puffy eyes but there was nothing she could do about the redness. She combed her hair with her fingers and went downstairs.Anderson was sitted on a bar stool with a newspaper in his hand. His countenance wasn’t any better and Avery frowned when she saw the bottle of whiskey in front of him. When their eyes met, she didn’t know if it was her imagination but she saw remorse and desire in his eyes, but when she blinked, she was met with a cold expression. Perhaps she imagined the previous look. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the bar and picked up the bottle of whiskey together with the goblet. “This isn’t a healthy breakfast. I will make you some,” she said without looking him in the eyes. She couldn’t stan
Anderson was greatly disturbed. What he knew was that Trent was on his way and he wasn’t pleased about it. Everything in him wanted to pretend to be indifferent toward her but his heart couldn’t allow it. His appetite turned sour and he moved away from the bar, allowing Nancy to pick up the tray with his leftover food to the kitchen. He pondered on whether or not to tell her the truth about the papers and decided to do so after Trent’s exit but at least he should check on her to ensure that she didn’t injure herself with whatever she intended to use those stones for. Reaching the entrance, he almost bumped into Avery, and seeing her fatigued form, his brows creased. “Are you alright?” He asked her, trying hard to hide the affection in his tone. Avery was shocked at the question, not expecting that he would care about her in any way. For as long as she knew, if Anderson wanted a divorce, then it meant that he had long ceased caring about her. Watching his eyes, it seemed like her marr
There was a slow rise of anger in Avery’s voice when she began to speak again. “Two months and a week after we began dating, you told me to marry Anderson when I needed help when you could have helped me.” Trent was ashamed. Indeed, he could have just talked to his father but Avery’s parents weren’t rich and he was ashamed of getting his father involved. He would have rejected their relationship and branded Avery as a gold digger. But Trent still felt that he could have done better. The truth was, he was covetous of Anderson’s power and wealth, using Avery as the tool to get it all. Sadly for him, Avery had realized it all, for which reason he was so uncomfortable. “What is all this about?” Trent asked, swallowing bitterly. By then, Avery was so naïve and would accept anything he told her but being with Anderson, she had changed so much that the only things he recognized were her face and form. “How many stones are there?” Avery sighed and asked. Trent was annoyed and answered irrit
Anderson watched the sleeping woman on the bed. He regretted his game plan but also gained something. The woman he fell in love with, was also endlessly in love with him. He was just happy to have gotten there in time when one of the security men was able to open the door from outside. Avery had changed within a few months and Anderson didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. The way she stood up to Trent was both consoling and fearful. He lay beside her but his thoughts meandered, as he cursed himself for ever feeling the slightest form of jealousy when Avery agreed to see Trent. How could he have doubted her love for him? It was the most embarrassing idea he ever welcomed and thought of ways to make it up to her. He must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes due to a movement by his side, Avery was tossing and turning on the bed. Even in her sleep, she was still distressed. “Love, are you alright?” Anderson frowned, wrapped his arm around her thin waist, and asked, feelin
As soon as the door closed, Anderson led Avery to the trolley. “Love…” Avery’s phone began to ring. She smiled apologetically and went to get it. Seeing it was Joyce, she forgot about their conversation from earlier, tapping the speaker button. The anxious voice forced its way through the speaker, “Avery, are you alright? I’m in your living room with Martin and the maids said, Anderson has instructed that no one should disturb both of you. Is it because of the divorce?”Avery reddened; her lips opened but she couldn’t utter a word when she saw Anderson’s disappointed gaze. How could she answer the phone when Joyce was already in their house? “Since you are downstairs, I will be there soon.” When he ended the call, Anderson didn’t hide the dismay in his tone and accused her immediately. “You forgot the rules?” Avery smiled sheepishly. How could it be her fault alone when Anderson had given her nothing to hope for, “I didn’t forget the rules but I thought it was over and couldn’t thi
Anderson sat on the bed, pulling Avery to sit on his lap. They had undressed each other, feeling the warmth of their naked skin against each other. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine when he nibbled on her earlobe, her back pressed against his hard chest while he held her waist firmly, pressing her to himself. His hard cock was pressed against her soft butt but he decided to tease her a little, “And you seem ready, don’t you think?” Avery shuddered from the sensations, cruising through her body, grinding herself against his hardness, her voice heavy with desire for him to plunge inside her wet hole, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re wasting time,” she moaned and said. Anderson’s erection was becoming unbearably painful from the seductions of his little wife, his breath hitched.“God knows that I love you so much,” he chuckled and began to suck the crook of her neck, brushing her hair to one side with his fingers, whiles his other hand slid down the entrance of her wal