All Chapters of MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

- ACE - I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do either so I have decided to drown myself in paper work to keep my mind occupied with other things. Other things that is not her. And her preposterous deal with me. 'My body' I could hear her say. 'My body is yours to use.' I clear my throat, trying to interrupt my thoughts while staring at my computer screen and reading the file before me. The memory is so vivid in my mind, replaying like I can hear her repeating herself to me. And it is driving me insane. 'Whenever you like.' And I am officially distracted. Again. I let out a groan, resting my back on the seat in my home office, as I roll my office chair backwards a little bit, slightly away from my desk. All it takes is one second for my thoughts to immediately be flooded by her. By everything about her. It is so strange to me that I cannot understand. I should hate her. A simple near death experience should not be enough to make me not want to ruin her anym

- ACE - There is something about the way she looks in the morning that is captivating. Chaotic and new. It took me one second to know that I wanted to savour that look because I would never get to see that sight again. Because I would never have her in my bed till the morning comes. And was that sadness I felt in that moment? I cannot tell. I just knew right then and there that I did not want that sight to be forgotten. I loved watching her small form back away from me and retreat towards the stairs. She has no idea how much the little things she doesn’t do gets to me and she still won’t. I won’t give her the pleasure of knowing me this way. Not when I haven’t fully discovered and understood the sudden change in my feelings. Not when there is a possibility of me switching back to the me I was before I married her. The me she knows. I clear my throat. I am still standing by her room door. This distance between us suddenly feels daunting. Why the heck is her room so far from mine

- ACE - At this very moment, I want to make my presence known. I want to walk up to her and take that phone away but everything in me fights against me doing that. I have no right to seize her property then forbid her from meeting whoever she wants to meet. Even though it sucks to even admit it. I swallow, maintaining the distance so I could hear them speak. At this moment, it feels like I am giving myself my own bitter pill when I am not sick. What am I even doing here following my own wife and eavesdropping on her conversation? Surely if this was reversed and I knew, I would definitely not be pleased yet here I am doing something I won’t want her to do to me. My jaw tightens as I trail my eyes lower to sight the ground. Suddenly, the beauty of the surroundings is overshadowed by my present mood. I let out a sigh, trying to clear my head what this rage. “Don’t pick me up, I’ll make my way to you on my own.” Diverts my attention back to her. Lorelei pauses for a moment like

- ACE - I haven’t been able to do anything all day. Eat. Work. Get out of my room. My mind has been a constant haywire reminder of my encounter with Lorelei in the garden and what transpired between us. Although it was nothing much of significance, I couldn’t help but think about it. Constantly. It was etched in my brain. The one sided conversation I heard that I do not wish to remember and the cheer in her voice which buzzed with anticipation. I let out a sigh, recalling the morning again. For what seems like the umpteenth time. ‘Leonardo’, I say in my mind. Reminds me of the same name on her phone that called her the night of our wedding. The same night she ran away. The same one who texted her. I do not think she wants to meet with the same man. I feel my nose flare up. She’s not that stupid, is she? . . . My fist clench and I let out an exhale. Anyway, she’s going out tonight, alone, again. And it seems to be that it is a date. Again. And right now, right here in this

- ACE - I see her walk down the stairs. She’s pretty. So painfully and infuriatingly beautiful. I swallow, keeping my hands dug in my pockets while letting my eyes soak in her presence. When Marco informed me that she was ready to leave, my guess was that she was already outside and about to enter the car and go but boy was I wrong. Women, I think to myself in the most respectful way ever, they always know how to keep a man worried and waiting, I continue my thoughts. And for some weird reason, something about the way our bodies feel when we’re bound to wait for God knows how long is alluring. Sometimes, we could be plagued with anxiety and contemplating thoughts, wondering if we were stood up or if something happened to the lady in question. Other times, we could be studying our form over and over again wondering if we even dressed right for the event we’d be headed. And other times, we just want to be with her or get the fuck out of the waiting situation and actually be at the