MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

- LORELEI - The gate was unlocked and the lights in the compound weren’t put out. I’ve never been out of this place at night to know if this is a norm or today was just an exception but I was glad for this. Correction, I’ve never been out this early in the morning. I feel like a teenager who snuck out of home and is sneaking back in, trying to avoid my parent’s scolding. This makes me laugh slightly. If things did not go as they did and if my father did not remarry, I would’ve possibly done something like this based on my friends click back then. I step in. The moment I was inside, my heart begin to rupture in my ribcage like I was suffocating out of air. I know I am not. I know it’s just a mental game my brain is playing on me but I can’t help but feel pressured. I saw Ace back there during dinner yet acted like I did not. I saw him stand up and walk towards us. That was just the time Leonardo asked me that question and I knew he was close enough to hear whatever I had to

- LORELEI - It’s odd. I have been here for hours yet nothing has happened. I’m worried. I could not get any sleep because I was busy worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet. Something I dread is about to unfold but hasn’t. How is this even possible? I am supposed to be fantasising about the best night of my entire life yet I’m here stuck in my room and afraid to step out because my husband is on the loose. Ace has never been silent about anything regarding to me before yet now he is. It’s only natural that I worry. . . right? I clear my throat, turning to the side of the bed. I’m sure my eyes are weighed with eye bags. I’ve not gotten a single ounce of sleep since I arrived this morning and it’s already taking a toll on me. I crave sleep. I’m hungry too but I can’t help but feel the crippling thought that someone out there is watching me and waiting for me to step out of here. I gulp. If Ace wanted to, he would’ve come to me first, this is his house. Everything in her

- ACE - “What do you mean by ‘Lorelei met Catherine’?” I ask, rewording her words carefully in case I heard wrong. I hope I did. I don’t want that snake anywhere near my wife. “I’m still fazed by the news of it and don’t know what happened during their encounter but she told me that day in my car.” This made a nerve tick. She’s known all this time yet did not say a word to me. What the heck, Isabel?! It’s my wife we’re speaking about! I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and refrain from voicing my thoughts out loud. What I hate even more about my thoughts is the overprotectiveness it seems to have. I am not concerned that Catherine met ‘my wife’, I am concerned that she was involved with someone who lives in my house. Someone who hates me. I would rather not have her communicate with anyone I know personally. “You should’ve told me.” I say under my breath, letting go of the papers in my hand. “I know, and I’m sorry. I wanted to say something sooner but I got carried

- ACE - I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t want to. But I knew that the only way to get information out of her was to use force. That’s the only language she responds to so even though it killed me to see her miserable to my touch, I proceeded to inflict more pain on her. Maybe because some of it fed my heart to content because of what she did last night. And maybe because part of me loved seeing her vulnerable but the moment my fingers left her skin, the obvious marks on her arm made me know I may have crossed the line. Her skin is so tender. So tender that it cut and I felt her blood spill on my thumb. That instant, I regretted approaching her forcefully but I couldn’t back out now. Not when I’ve gone this far and she’s actually speaking. Now when I’m close to getting what I want from her. Even though it came with the price of her misery. I listen closely, halting the urge to let my mind run wild with thoughts based on her story till she’s done telling me all I need

- ACE - “Ace, my old friend.” The shroud voice of a man rings from the other end of the phone. It belongs to a very old friend of mine. “It’s been a while.” I respond to him, a grin forming on my lips. I’m in my room. The moment I left hanging outside Lorelei’s door, I came here. I still have the handkerchief stained with her blood clutched in my hand, I don’t plan on letting it go anytime soon. “It sure has. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asks, his tone calm yet sinister. This question brings my attention back to the call. “I need you to do something for me, Alejandro.” I say to him. A deep laugh echoes through the other end of the call. “Straight to business as always.” He cooes. “What do you need? I’m ready to help you, always.” This makes my grin widen. “I need you to look into someone for me. Get every information about this person for me, even the ones which seem irrelevant. I’ll text you a name and a photo. Can it be done?” “Can it be done is the wrong quest