Walking with Youhe

CHAPTER ONE

Mireya’s POV

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched the video that had just been sent to me... my submissive, caring husband tangled up with another woman like I had never mattered.

“You are so wet you can flood the whole mansion,” he murmured hoarsely as he slapped her between the legs, the sound echoing through the room with an audible splash.

“If I spread your legs wider, you can cum even more,” he added, sliding his fingers to her mouth and making her suck her own release from them while she obeyed shamelessly.

“You are so needy that your pussy still wants more of my fat cock,” he smirked, spanking her ass before rubbing her slickness over her breasts and taking one of them into his mouth. “Ahhh!” she moaned loudly.

“Stick your dirty ass up!” he roared, gripping her waist tightly before slamming into her again, thrusting hard and fast until she climaxed.

“You are fucking sexy down here in a way she can never be,” he muttered as his fingertips brushed over her clit.

“Fuck!” she cursed breathlessly. “I want more, Daddy!” She grabbed his cock and guided it back into herself desperately.

She climbed on top of him, riding him while her breasts bounced against his lips until he bit down on them. Then she flipped over, sticking her ass up while gripping the edge of the bed for support.

He pounded into her like his life depended on it, groaning as he emptied himself inside her while she cursed without a single complaint.

“Oh, I keep pouring my seeds into you. You must taste so sweet,” he said thickly.

“I’m sweet for you,” she replied eagerly. “Sweeter than your wife could ever be.”

“You’re still competing with a stupid barren woman? You are my chosen mate!”

“That’s why you can’t resist fucking me too. I’m the competitive type, you know.”

Their rough moans and desperate gasps filled the screen too clearly, each sound stabbing into my chest like a blade.

“This is not true!” I screamed, throwing the phone away from me as my entire body trembled violently.

Hours Before,

“Do you think your husband is innocent?”

I stared at the anonymous message on my screen, my brows furrowing deeply as irritation curled in my chest.

For weeks now, I had been receiving strange texts from a restricted number, and each one was more ridiculous than the last. Whoever this person was seemed obsessed with ruining my marriage.

How could anyone think of tarnishing my husband’s image?

Corvin had been the best thing that had ever happened to me. We had known each other for years, and even though I wasn’t his fated mate, he still chose me. That alone had meant everything to me.

We dated for three years before getting married, and we had now been married for four years. Not once had he treated me badly. Even when I struggled with the company my late father left behind, Corvin stepped in to help me manage it and insisted I stay home instead of stressing myself.

Where else could I possibly find a husband as perfect as him?

Yes, the pain of not having a child yet still weighed heavily on my heart, especially after years of trying, but Corvin had never once pressured me or made me feel less of a woman because of it.

“And besides,” I muttered to myself with a smile, “my best friend is about to give me a goddaughter soon.”

The thought alone brightened my mood instantly.

Serena and I had been inseparable since childhood. We practically grew up together, sharing secrets, dreams, and every important milestone of our lives. Although we drifted apart a little after my marriage, I eventually fixed things by inviting her over more often.

Along the line, Corvin and Serena also became close friends.

At least, that was what I believed.

I stepped into the grand hall Serena had rented for her baby shower and smiled warmly at the decorations around me. Everything looked beautiful and elegant, and pride swelled inside my chest because Corvin had personally helped organize most of it.

Since Serena had never introduced us to the father of her child, we assumed she simply didn’t want to discuss him. Neither Corvin nor I ever pressured her about it.

As long as she was happy, that was enough for me.

“There they are,” I beamed happily when I spotted Serena and Corvin standing together near the entrance, welcoming guests.

But my smile slowly faded when I overheard a group of women whispering nearby.

“Look at them. They look so good together,” one of them giggled.

“If we didn’t know better, we would think they were the actual couple,” another added.

My steps faltered instantly. A couple? Serena and Corvin?

My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, releasing a low warning growl that made my stomach tighten slightly, but I forced myself to ignore it.

It was Serena and Corvin. Practically siblings. Right?

“Ding.” My phone vibrated again with another notification from the restricted number.

I nearly ignored it, but something compelled me to check this time.

The moment I opened the message, the world around me tilted dangerously.

“That… that…” I stammered, my breath hitching painfully as I covered my mouth.

The phone nearly slipped from my shaking hands.

Pictures. Dozens of them.. Pictures of my husband cheating on me..And not with a stranger. With Serena.

My chest constricted so painfully that it became difficult to breathe. My vision blurred as I stared at image after image, each one more intimate and disgusting than the last.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” someone asked nearby.

I barely heard them.

I quickly picked the phone back up and scrolled frantically through the photos again, hoping... praying... that they were fake.

“This has to be a scam,” I whispered shakily to myself. “Someone is trying to ruin them…” But my words died immediately, another notification popped up.

A video.

My fingers trembled violently over the screen as fear settled heavily in my chest. Every instinct told me not to press play. Still, I did.

“Ahh!” A muffled cry escaped my lips as I clamped a hand over my mouth in horror.

Every defense I had built for my husband and best friend shattered instantly.

There was Serena, bent over a desk with her ass pushed against my husband while Corvin thrust into her from behind mercilessly. Their moans filled the room shamelessly as they moved together with sickening familiarity.

“Yes! Ahh... give it to me!” Serena moaned sloppily while Corvin slammed harder into her.

My stomach twisted violently. I wanted to throw up. They had truly lost their minds. Before I could even process the betrayal properly, another image appeared on my screen.

This time, it showed Serena and Corvin together holding a sonogram image while smiling lovingly at each other.

“Your friend’s pregnancy belongs to your husband.” The message underneath nearly stopped my heart.

“This is impossible!” I hollered, my lips quivering uncontrollably.

But another message followed immediately. Ask them yourself.

“Mireya, come!” Serena called excitedly from across the hall.

My head snapped upward sharply. The moment I saw her clearly, my eyes twitched in realization.

The dress she wore was the exact same one from the video.

So was Corvin’s suit. That meant they had slept together this very morning before the baby shower.

Those shameless bastards hadn’t even bothered being careful.

My fingers curled tightly around my phone as rage boiled violently beneath my skin.

“Those shameless people…” I breathed shakily.

My wolf clawed aggressively inside me, demanding blood, demanding revenge, demanding I tear them apart right there in front of everyone.

But somehow, I restrained myself.. Barely.

I walked toward them slowly, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. On my way, I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, my hand trembling slightly around the stem.

The closer I got to them, the tighter my chest became.

“Oh, Moon Goddess, you’re here!” Serena exclaimed brightly the moment she noticed me. “Why are you late? Thank goodness Corvin was here to help us.”

As she spoke, she rubbed her hand affectionately against Corvin’s arm while he casually covered her fingers with his own.

The intimacy of the gesture made fury explode inside me.

How long had they been this comfortable with each other?

“I know, right?” I said stiffly, forcing out a smile that felt painful on my face. “My husband has been very helpful to you.” My gaze shifted coldly between both of them.

“Maybe that’s because you’re my friend,” I continued. Then my voice hardened.

“Or is it because the father of your baby is my husband?”

My roar echoed across the entire hall instantly.

Silence fell heavily around us.