All Chapters of My Unfaithful Lover: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

IVY'S POVScientists say that whoever comes out first when twins are born is the firstborn. Well, Ivy — that’s me — I came out eight minutes before Lovina. So, yes, technically, I'm the big sister.But trust me, life never treated me like one. Vina always had everything — the luck, the status, the money, and the love. Me? I always got the leftovers. If Vina picked gold, I'd be left with dust. If she found a prince, I got the frog. And when it came to love... oh, don't even get me started.Finally, finally, I’m getting the kind of relationship I’ve always dreamed of. And guess what? It’s with Vina’s husband— Scott Norman. Yes, you heard right. Her husband. The one I’ve secretly wanted from the very first time I laid eyes on him. If they end up getting a divorce, that man is mine. And I won’t even pretend I feel bad about it. I’ve waited too long.Last night was wild. I mean, the best sex ever. Scott and I were fire together. Every moment felt like magic

VINA'S POV Two days from now, Alfred Hunter must stand in court to face the accusation Scott hurled at him. Right now, we have zero evidence to knock down Scott’s claims. Absolutely nothing. If Scott wins this case, Alfred will lose everything— his business, his peace of mind, and, worst of all, his hard-earned reputation. I can’t let that happen. But the only person who holds the key to the proof I need is the same person who caused this whole nightmare in the first place:My twin sister, Ivy— the ultimate husband-stealer.All I want from her is a simple confession. Just let it slip— “Yes, I took Alfred’s design.” If I can get that on record, I can turn the tables in court. With that admission, Alfred might stand a chance. But the trial is only two days away, so I have to move fast. I canceled my morning meeting with Alfred— he’ll understand— and headed straight for the lion’s den: Ivy’s new digs.Can you believe she’s living in my house now? Wh

VINA'S POVMy name is Vina, and I never imagined I’d be standing in court, facing my own husband like an enemy.I sat there watching Kate— yes, my friend Kate— defend Scott, my cheating husband, like her life depended on it. I could feel my heart pounding as she stood up confidently, addressing the judge like she owned the room."Your honor," she began, “I can boldly say I am disappointed in Mrs. Lovina for the so-called evidence she’s presenting in this court today. What if the voice recording she claims is from my client’s friend, Ivy Brown, was generated by AI? Your honor, nothing is real anymore. This can’t be enough evidence to prove that my client, Mr. Scott Norman, isn’t the owner of the design."I blinked, stunned. My jaw almost dropped. Kate? Defending him? Of all people?Kate is not just a brilliant lawyer— she’s my friend. Someone I’ve admired for years. She’s good at what she does, no doubt. But seeing her speak like that… against me… it hit different.I never expected Kat

VINA'S POVAfter that little drama at Alfred’s house, I was angry— burning, furious even. My heart was pounding, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But somehow, that fire inside me led to something I never expected. An argument. A stare. A silence. Then, a kiss. One soft, dangerous kiss.There’s a saying, “a little kiss can lead to the taking off of clothes.” I used to laugh at that. I thought it was just a silly joke people said when they had nothing better to talk about. But not anymore. I don’t laugh at it now. Because it happened to me. It was real.Alfred kissed me. And it wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was deep. It was raw. It felt like fire moving through my body, burning everything in its way. That kiss didn’t stop at the door or fade away like some do. No. It followed us. All the way to my mother’s motel room. It ended with both of us tangled in the bedsheets, breathless, lost in each other.The sex? God, it was good. Too good. The kind that makes your toes curl, that makes y

ALFRED'S POV I was just waking up when I heard the crack of the door. The sun was barely up, and my head was still cloudy from sleep. I didn’t expect anyone to come in, but the moment I saw her, I sat up quickly.Vina walked into the room with a storm in her eyes. She didn’t even bother to say good morning. Her energy was tense, like she had been carrying anger all night and couldn’t wait any longer to let it out.“You never for once told me you knew Kira. Scott’s younger sister,” she said sharply.The name took a second to register in my sleepy mind. I was still stuck somewhere between sleep and reality, and it felt like my brain was moving slower than usual.“Kira?” I repeated, rubbing my forehead, trying to wake myself up fully.But she didn’t wait for me to catch up. Her words came out fast and sharp. “Yeah. Kira Norman. The lady you took a picture with at the Statue of Liberty in New York.”As she poured herself a glass of whiskey— way too early in the morning for that— I knew b