All Chapters of My Unfaithful Lover: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EMMA'S POV Ever since I warned Simeon to stay away from Jason, things have been peaceful. Jason and I have been living in harmony, building something I thought was unshakable. Even Daniel, the one who could never let go of the past, got a clear warning from me that same night I went to Simeon’s house. It was clear I was drawing boundaries, protecting what Jason and I had, and ensuring no one meddled in our relationship. I had worked hard to secure the peace I now enjoyed, and I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it. One thing that stood out during this time was Aunt Grace. She absolutely adored Jason, and I could see it in her every word and action. The way she spoke to him was so warm and kind, nothing like how she used to communicate with Daniel when we were still together. Jason had a charm, a way of winning people over with his charisma and gentle demeanor, and Aunt Grace was no exception. Despite her religious nature and constant mantra of, “Don’t sleep with a man you’re not marri

DANIEL'S POVI wasn’t happy when Simeon told me Emma had someone she was dating now. It felt like a thorn in my plans. She wasn’t supposed to move on. Emma and I had history, and deep down, I still wanted a share in Pixel Forge Studios. Losing that share of the studio was bad enough, but now, with her dating someone else, I knew there was no way she’d open her heart to me again. Not unless we made some drastic moves.“What do we do now?” I asked Simeon, my voice thick with concern.“We’ll set him up,” Simeon replied firmly, his words hanging in the air like a sinister promise. I could see the gears turning in his head as he started forming a plan. “We need to make it look bad— so bad that she has no choice but to walk away from him.”It was a solid start, but I already had a plan brewing in my mind. A better plan. Simeon’s idea would be the first step, but mine would seal the deal. I stayed quiet, letting him believe he was leading the charge for now.When his framing attempt failed a

DANIEL'S POVI had just gotten home from Emma’s place when my phone buzzed. Mary was calling. Her name flashed across the screen, but something about this call felt different. I could sense it before I even answered. When I picked up, her voice came through shaky, barely holding together. It was a trembling echo of failure, a sound I wasn’t prepared for."I’ve failed you," she said suddenly, the words cutting through me like a blade. My stomach churned, and my heart began to race. Dread surged through me as I struggled to process what she meant."What happened?" I asked, my voice sharp, teetering on the edge of panic. I already feared the answer but hoped I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought. Maybe she was exaggerating.“She found out,” Mary admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Those three words hit me like a sledgehammer. My chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt like my lungs forgot how to function. My heartbeat skipped, then started pounding so loudly I could bare

EMMA'S POVI sat on the cold, unyielding metal chair in the stark interrogation room, my fingers nervously intertwined on the table. The harsh fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, casting a pale, unforgiving glow across the room. My gaze shifted to Officer Precious, who sat across from me, her posture composed and intimidating. Her piercing eyes seemed to search for cracks in my resolve, and for a moment, the silence between us felt deafening. Then, finally, she broke it.“So, Miss Martinez, tell me why you wanted to kill Mr. Davis Jason,” she said, her voice calm yet carrying an edge of authority that sent a chill down my spine.Her question hit me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily stunned. My mind raced, struggling to grasp the weight of her words. Kill Davis? The man I loved? The idea was absurd. Slowly, I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes as confusion and hurt fought for dominance. “Why would I want to kill my boyfriend? The man I love so much?” I asked, my voice barel

JUDITH'S POVThe first time I saw Jason, he was with Emma at a popular restaurant in Queens. I didn’t feel the kind of emotional attachment most people would expect in such a situation. No, my feelings were different— darker, simpler. I didn’t want him as a partner, a companion, or someone to share my life with. I just wanted him, plain and simple. Not in an emotional way, but as someone who could satisfy the urges I had buried deep inside me for far too long. I didn’t need to like him; I didn’t even need to respect him. All I needed was to have him in my bed, nothing more, nothing less.I had used the same tactics on men like Daniel and Simeon before. It was a game I knew all too well— a game I had mastered. I pushed hard, played my cards right, and always got exactly what I wanted. Men were predictable that way, easy to manipulate if you knew the right buttons to press. But for some reason, I decided to let Jason slide that day. Maybe I was bored of the usual, or maybe I wanted to s