Все главы No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series: Глава 111 - Глава 120

Sade’s POVLakeshore Drive was packed, bumper to bumper, the glow of headlights stretching endlessly into the horizon. Sade exhaled, switching her playlist from hip-hop to smooth jazz, letting the mellow notes ease the tension coiled in her shoulders. The workday had drained her, and she needed this transition, and she needed the music to wash away the stress before she got home.She glanced at the time. 5:45 PM. If traffic cleared up a little, she’d be home within the next half hour. Adamo would probably show up around 7:00 or 7:15, expecting dinner, but after today, cooking was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she tapped through her phone, placing an Uber Eats order from The Cheesecake Factory. By the time she pulled up to her house, the food would be waiting.As she finally turned onto her block, she slowed down, her gaze drifting to the house two doors down, Shane and Isla’s place. What she saw made her grip the steering wheel a little tighter.They were arguing.Not inside, w

Explicit Scenes Ahead Adamo’s POVI knew he was watching.I felt him before I saw him, the weight of his stare like a ghost in the room, thickening the air, crawling up my spine.I didn’t stop.I wouldn’t stop.Not when my baby was riding me like she was made for it.Not when her tight, wet pussy gripped my cock, sucking me in, making me see stars.I glanced toward the hallway, catching the faintest shadow shifting against the dim light.Marco.The piece of shit was standing there. Watching.A sick, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.He wanted a show?I’d fucking give him one.I sat up, wrapping a hand around Sade’s delicate throat, guiding her down as she bounced on my cock like she wanted to ruin me.Her eyes went hazy, lips parting in a gasp.I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, my voice deep, commanding.“Call me Daddy.”Her body trembled, her fingers digging into my thighs as she moaned, “Daddy.”That was it.I fucking lost it.I flipped her onto her side

She took a slow breath. “Sade, can I ask you something?” She nodded warily. “The way you were with him… why have you never been like that with me?” His gaze snapped to hers, and she let out a slow smile. “Ummm,” she admitted hoarsely. “That’s a weighted question.” She let out a small sigh. “Because you never brought it out of me.” He frowned. “You never gave me confidence. You never whispered dirty things to me, never made me feel wanted beyond just being yours. You’d finish and roll over. No talking. No connection. No passion.” She shrugged. “Maybe he has more experience. Maybe he’s just more of a passionate person. I don’t know. But he made me feel desired. Something I've never felt before.” Marco exhaled sharply. “And it’s not just about sex, Marco,” she added. “Dom and I have been friends for a year before anything happened. No physical contact. Just real conversations. He was there for me. His family was nice to me. It was a natural connection.” She met Marco’s eyes. “Unl

Isla’s POVSince this whole thing with Marco, my life has been moving… robotically. Kids, work, home. Home, work, kids. It's a never-ending cycle. I go through the motions, keeping up appearances, pretending that I don’t feel like a ghost in my own marriage. Shane still hasn’t fully forgiven me. We argue constantly. The kids see it. I know they feel it. And I wonder, every damn day, if it would be better to just let go, and to divorce him, to stop pretending we can salvage this mess. But then I think about my kids. I want them to grow up in a home with both parents. Isn’t that supposed to be the right thing to do? Even if the love is gone? Even if I feel like I’m suffocating?Shane talks to me more now, but that’s it. He talks. He doesn’t touch me. No kisses. No hugs. No warmth. No intimacy. It’s like I’m a stranger in my own home. And contrary to what people might think, I miss my husband. I miss the way he used to hold me, the way he used to want me. But now, I feel like I’m just ex

Sadé’s POVThe night air was thick, still clinging to my skin as I pulled into the driveway. Dom’s headlights cut off behind me, his car idling as I stepped out. The house was dark and quiet, just how I left it. But inside me, there was a storm, raging, churning, pulling at the edges of my sanity.I couldn't shake the weight of that conversation with Isla. It clung to me like smoke, burning my throat, stinging my eyes. I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. What I needed to say.I wanted to scream.I wanted to tear through the silence, rip apart the air, and make her feel the depth of my pain.THIS WHORE FUCKED MY HUSBAND IN MY HOME.The words burned inside me, unspoken, clawing at my insides. I wanted to tell her she destroyed me, shattered something in me I couldn’t piece back together. I wanted to tell her I hated her.But I didn’t.Because I don’t.And that’s what hurts the most.She wasn’t just some friend. She was my sister in everything but blood. We grew up side by side, su