THE TRIUMPH OF MY CHEATING HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Gerald walked out of the office, different thoughts running through his mind. He did not see any of this coming —Ciara's aunt seemed to be, not only one but two steps ahead of them.He couldn't help but marvel at how fast Ciara aunt's brain worked faster; how she managed to turn everything into her favor in a twinkle of an eye.“Had she to be planning all of this beforehand? Or she just decided to make use of the opportunity, why it lasts?” He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples slowly.On the flip side, Gerald did not want to agree with his theory —even though that's the only possibly way he could think of.“There is no way all of this would have been planned, right?” He asked himself, but couldn't find the answers to his question. Yeah, if Dwayne's death was planned —how about Ciara's predicament?He runs his hand through his head as he felt like he's going nut soon, he couldn't think it through, no matter how hard he tries. Gerald knew that he needed to do something, and

Ryan couldn't figure out where he had seen the woman before. She didn't seem like one of his usual clients, and the restaurant they were in wasn't the kind of place he would expect her to visit. But as she got closer, a memory clicked, and he remembered her name —Sheila.Ryan was surprised to see around as he wondered why she was here. “To eat, of course!” His subconscious mind hit him.“Yeah, right!” He admitted. Ryan had wanted to dodge to avoid being seen by Sheila, considering his present appearance and environment. But luck ran out on him as he was seen by Sheila before he got the chance to dodge her.“Ah —Mr. Ryan…" She vocalized in recognition, hastening her steps towards him. “It's you!”Ryan couldn't believe it. He had hoped to escape this embarrassing situation, but his plans were foiled. How would he explain his presence in such a place, especially to Sheila, of all people? And with the state he was in — messy hair, unkempt clothes, an unshaven face… Oh, no! He was a mess!

Gerald got a call from Aunt Elsie earlier that morning, asking him to come to the company. “Why…?” Gerald had nonchalantly asked her. “Why are you asking me to come over out of the blues? I thought you pointed out that I don't belong there —but now, you are asking me to come over?”“Come on, Gerald. It's not what you are thinking, I have no interior motives for this.” She told him on the phone in reply. “I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, so I want us to talk things out like grown-ups do.”Gerald wasn't sure if he should trust her words, considering how cunning she was. But on the other hand, he concluded she might mean no harm, as she has said. If she had some moves up her sleeves, she would never have asked him to meet her at the company of all places.Gerald decided to trust his intuition, at least, for once, and gave in to her request. He arrived at the company a few minutes to noon, as they agreed on. As he walked through the door, he was escorted by two of the company's secu

Aunt Elsie smiled broadly, she was right about him. Only someone like him will be needed —he had managed to read her perfectly without getting close to her. She was impressed, and that will only make her want him more.“I don't bargain, yeah…" She uttered, admitting to his words. “—but I'm ready to do so, if it'll please you.”“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Why would you change your usual tactics just to please me? What do you want from me?”Aunt Elsie's smile widened, she was glad he didn't bite her head off this time —instead, she loved the curiosity in his eyes; that was what she wanted from him anyway, not otherwise.“I've found myself smitten with you, Gerald.” She replied, her voice taking a different turn. “And I would do anything to get what I want from you —I'm not afraid of bargaining this time because I know what I want, and I want it badly.”Gerald was no in for her twist and turns, he wanted her to say whatever thing she's got for him and let

Gerald was pushed aggressively back into the prison, and the warder locked the gate immediately, throwing the keys into his pocket. Gerald hissed in pain as he forcefully hit his knee on the cold floor, bruising it in the process.“I wonder how long you are going to last here with the nonchalant attitude you are putting on, man!” The warder scowled disapprovingly at him, resting lazily on the gaze. “You won't even last three months here —you will be lucky if you do.”Gerald's eyes widened in shock. Three months…? That's a whole lot of time to be detained in a prison, how is he supposed to cope in this kind of surrounding for that long period of time without even knowing his offense? The thought of spending three months locked up in a cell was terrifying as it made his stomach dropped.It was hard to imagine being stuck in such a small space for so long, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Gerald tried to think of ways to pass the time, but his mind kept returning to the same tho