บททั้งหมดของ MRS BAD AND MR INNOCENT : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aaron’s POV..The sunlight hit my face as I groaned, shielding my eyes and sitting up. Eurghhh! I had forgotten to close the curtains last night. I dragged myself out of bed, walked to the window, closed the curtains, and flopped back down on the bed, my eyes on the ceiling of my room.Three days ago, after leaving the hotel Sophia was in, I went straight home. After all this madness, I just wanted the comfort of my own family — and it’s been great. Dad’s heart surgery was successful and he was home for recovery, and after a long while, the house finally felt complete.But the ache of guilt and fear ate me up. Dad doesn’t know about the marriage with Nessa. All he knows now is that a good, wealthy Samaritan who I Ubered for was helping us out. We had turned off the TV and made sure he had no access to social media — but how long would that last? How long until he finds out his only son and firstborn did something unacceptable for… money?I heard a familiar knock on my door as a smil

Nessa’s POV..We pulled up in front of Aaron’s house. I checked the rearview mirror, running my fingers through my hair, then glanced at him. He’d been oddly quiet the whole drive. When he finally looked at me, he gave me a smile faker than the news blogs that write about me.Me: “Okay, spit it out. What is it?”He sighed, leaning back in his seat.Aaron: “I’m just… worried about how this will go.”I clicked my tongue, sighing dramatically.Me: “Nerd, if I didn’t have a company to run, I’d be in the acting industry with at least seven awards by now. Leave it to me.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded.Aaron: “Okay… but I have to warn you. Not only is my dad super religious, but he also loves to ask questions.”I raised an eyebrow.Me: “Religious, huh? So you were really saving yourself for marriage after all?”I chuckled. He rolled his eyes.Aaron: “I said my dad, not me.”We got out of the car. I grabbed my Hermès tote — the key to my flawless plan — while Aaron unloaded the b

Aaron’s pov..Elliot: Wait… she really threw you out?Me: Dead ass!He chuckled as he took a bite of the sandwich. After Nessa had acted like she got possessed—wouldn’t be surprised if she did—I’d taken a drive when I saw Elliot coming back from his night shift, and we’d ended up spending the night at his place. There was barely any sleep, though, because all we did was talk about the woman in his life who apparently got him this apartment. At least now he didn’t have to live with his shitty uncle anymore.Elliot: Well… couples fight, and the wife always wins, so… welcome to married life.I groaned, a yawn escaping me.Elliot: Are you sleepy?Me: No, Elliot. I had the best sleep last night. It’s not like someone didn’t ramble about the strange woman he’s in love with the entire night.He laughed, adjusting his glasses.Elliot: Well… you’re my first friend, so that’s what you get.I smiled at him. I was only a year older than him, but I thought he was adorable with a sad story, and I

Aaron’s POV..I grabbed my phone and checked the time.7:32 a.m.I sighed, carefully removing Sam’s arm from around me. I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing into the living room, and crashed on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.Sam had found out last night that his girlfriend of three years was cheating on him. A video had been sent to him, and he was shattered. Sam had always been a lover—just like me. She was everything to him. So when he barged into my room in the middle of the night, laid his head on my chest, and cried his heart out, I wasn’t surprised. I’d just rubbed his head gently and let him pour it all out.Sam was usually the cheerful one. He rarely got angry, never let himself stay sad. “Why would I be sad? It’s a bad day, not a bad life,” he’d always say. But last night, for the first time in all the years I’d known him, I saw him break. And I couldn’t do anything to fix it.I stood, grabbing the empty beer cans off the floor and tossing them in the bin. After sweeping

Aaron’s POV..(A week and 2 days before)“Nerd.”I heard Nessa call out from the living room as I sprinted up, buckling my belt and running to the bathroom to wash my hands. I grabbed a bottle of her perfume, spraying a little on myself before stepping out with a neutral expression — hoping my red face wasn’t a dead giveaway.She stood at the door, staring at me with a blank expression.Nessa: Were you taking a nap?She scanned me over, the air tight with awkwardness.Me: Uhm… I was just… resting.She raised an eyebrow before nodding and walking past me to the room. I let out a breath, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and downed it in one go. Then I heard a shuffle from her room. A small frown tugged at my face as I slowly walked over — my eyes meeting Nessa’s, her hands pulling clothes from her wardrobe.Me: Are you going somewhere, Nessa?She continued packing, ignoring me.Me: Nessa?She turned with a sigh, forcing a small, fake smile.Nessa: What does it look like I’m