All Chapters of Sinful Attraction:My Billionaire Husband And His Best Friend: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Third person POV For some unknown reason, Alexa had woken up the next day feeling completely scared and unprepared for the exams. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she had been feeling too confident about the whole thing yesterday. What if she had been too confident? What if she ended up seeing question she just couldn't answer? She had even been unable to eat her break fast, she had lost her appetite and Calan had noticed. "What's the problem?". He asked her. "I dont know.....". She replied quietly. "I just dont feel prepared for the exams today". He arched a brow slightly. "You went over the whole course handout with Michael yesterday, correct?". He asked her. And she nodded. "And you understood what he taught you?". He asked. Shw nodded once more. "Then that's all that matters". He told her. "You've got this". She cleared her throat quietly. "What....what if i get confused?". She asked him. He shook his head. "Dont think about it now, dont worry about anything". He

The car pulled up the long, winding drive just as the sun began to dip below the horizon. I was finally home, I threw a quick look at my watch, it was a few minutes past six. Perfect timing. Calan would be home any minute now.I thanked Philip and practically floated up the front steps. My day has gone well, I was still a bit downscast about Sasha and Rayne though, but I'd talked to Sasha and she had listened, and I hoped something good would come out of that. The front door opened onto the familiar, grand foyer. Mildred was nowhere in sight, which was a mercy. I needed silence and speed. I practically sprinted up the main staircase, two steps at a time, to the bathroom.Fifteen minutes. That’s all I gave myself. A quick, hot shower to wash away the day’s stale anxieties, a hurried brush of my hair, and a spritz of my favorite, light floral scent. I slipped into a little chiffon dress. The house was quiet, and the simple act of changing into clothes that felt like a second skin calme

A few more days had been spent in Greece, and their vacation from proving to be quite rewarding, it a beacon of warmth and relaxation they’d been steering toward for months. Micheal was only beginning to realize how desperately they needed were this escape. The air today was dry and warm, scented with salt and a faint, sweet hint of jasmine. The light was sharp and brilliant, and it reflected off the whitewashed walls of the villages clinging to the caldera cliffs. April felt an immediate, profound settling in her chest. The tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying began to melt away, a stiff knot unraveling under the Mediterranean sun.Their fifty day was a flurry of delightful tourist activity. They rented a small scooter and zipped along the winding coastal roads, Michael laughing freely as April shrieked a little every time he took a sharp turn. They spent a dizzying hour exploring the labyrinthine streets of Fira, stopping to admire the sapphire blue of the Aegean Sea

The silence of the house these days is a different kind of quiet. It’s no longer the silence of anxious anticipation before a exam, nor the tense quiet that used to descend when I knew Sasha and Rayne weren't speaking. Now, it's a calm stillness, kind that settles in when the storm has passed and you’re left with the quiet satisfaction of a world righted.Sasha called this morning, practically bouncing through the phone line. They graduated. Hearing that phrase, simple as it is, felt like a massive weight being lifted from all three of us. The weeks leading up to their final papers and ceremonies had been a tightrope walk for them, and for me, a helpless bystander. But the pressure is off, and the best news? They’re talking again.It turns out that my slightly tearful, undoubtedly frantic talk with Sasha the other day actually did some good. Maybe she just needed someone to give her a little nudge, or perhaps seeing how much their rift was affecting me made her realize what she was ab

The quiet intimacy of their time in Greece had done its irreversible work on Michael. The initial shift from deep, abiding care to genuine love had begun as a terrifying realization, a geological movement deep in the bedrock of his emotional life. Now, two weeks into their escape, the change was complete. He was in love with April, completely, wholly, and without the need for intellectual justification.He’d spent the morning sorting through the final remnants of his internal landscape. The truth about his past feelings for Alexa; inconvenient, persistent attraction, had been forced into the light. What he saw now was an attachment born of proximity, idealization, and the magnetic pull of the forbidden. It was an old ghost, a distraction that had haunted the edges of his commitment to April. But the ghost was finally fading, overshadowed by the brilliant, immediate reality of his wife.The love he felt for April was a different kind of structure entirely: sturdy, built on shared his