All Chapters of Queen Of Hearts: My Ex Or My Next.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LauraThe tap whirred incessantly, the cold water splashing down my face, as I scrubbed hard, trying to soothe the itchy sensation in my skin. I locked the tap, my mascara pummeling down the drain, as I peered into the mirror. The disappointment popped firmer than my dimples, like a thorn glued to my skin. I brushed the strands, dampening my face, clutching the sink edges, and feeling the stored anger crawl out of me. I want to scream like a banshee, channel this rage into someone like a tigress, until my ex-husband's body is found. My expected victim would be my current husband: A charismatic manipulator, a kind-hearted liar, and a hypocrite. “I’d never lie to you, Wifey,” yet the storm raged in his eyes, as he kept mumbling ‘No and Black Day’ like a mantra after I confirmed the dead body found wasn't Kai’s. Still, a touch from Kaida did something wrong to me. Something I refused to accept. Something my ex-husband used to make me feel. Something dangerous. The police had swep

LauraMy core’s dripping wet, my throat’s burning salty, and I could still feel Kaida’s touch inside-out my body. Shame and bliss brimmed inside me, and I’m clenching my thighs, fighting the urge to order the driver to swerve back to the hospital so I could f**k my husband. The car’s driving fast, the deja vu racing faster in my veins, and for the second time in my life, I felt like a prestigious whore. The buzzing of the phone snapped me out of my obscene thoughts, the anger clearing the fog of lust. Kai’s body is still missing, and Kaida clearly had an idea of the mishap, yet he doesn’t trust me enough to tell me as his wife. Choosing deceit over loyalty, all in the name of not dragging me into his mess. “Liar,” I huffed, clicking Benita’s number. Every second teased like a lifeline, as my fingers drummed in my lap. For Christ's sake, Benita, answer your damn phone. Ring, ring, ring, filled the car for the I don’t knowth time, and I’m deciding to bribe Sebastian to handle

Kaida The neon lights and night activities reflected through the windows as we zipped down the road. My chest is sore from Wifey’s words. I’m suppressing the urge to swerve back to the house, kiss her deeply, and release this f**king weight off my chest. But it’s too much of a risk; the chances of her leaving my life were high, so it’s better buried. My phone chimed with a message from Wifey, and I got hard immediately. I’m grinning, totally aware of the reason she’s texting me: I denied her permission to leave the house. If only she knew the level of danger looming around us. Wifey: “I’d stab you if you come close to me again.” Sucking my bottom lip, I replied. Me: “Yet you gladly choked on my cock. I can still feel your mouth inside me, taste you, which you’d give me more if I fortunately return. But in the meantime, you have to be safe, okay?” Wifey: “F**k you! Does human rights click with you?” Me: “1:When I return, Wifey. 2: I’ve never heard of it.” I meant ever

LauraI set the bottle of yoghurt on the dining table, glancing around to see what wasn’t in place: Everything looked perfect. Seraphina offered to help, but I opposed, feeling a little crawly around her: the girl gave me the creeps. My eyes were fixed on the door, desperate for Kaida to walk out of it. He said he’d come downstairs, I told him to, yet it’d been 30 minutes and he isn’t here. It might be a trap to lure me into the bedroom, so he could seduce me, and slide everything under the carpet. The clock ticked ominously, my legs tingling, with my core burning. I should go in and drag him down here for dinner, but I don’t trust myself, because if he doesn’t initiate any act, I sure might be tempted to. What?The man looks like a forbidden fruit, and my demons are whispering in my ears, purring that ‘one bite won’t kill.’ The door slammed shut as Kaida walked down the steps. His blue t-shirt hugged his sculpted body, the white shorts straining his perfect ass, and exposing a

Laura Rage stewed in my gut and I’ve never felt so disgusted throughout my existence. Sleeping on the couch cost me more than my ego; my neck hurts, and every muscle in my body is locked in discomfort. Now, I headed to the kitchen to get some ice and I’m frozen in disbelief. Five years I married this deceitful Greek god, I knew him almost equally as the general population would, because delving into his past always ended up with one excuse story or another. And now Seraphina of barely a month knew something I don’t, something he went ballistic to protect. What am I? A devoted fool all in the name of respecting my husband’s privacy? Or someone who’s just scared of digging further into his past, despite him knowing my entire life at the tip of his fingertips?Scrap that, I was a humble fool, but not anymore. The cold air caressed my fine skin, as I padded deeper into the kitchen where the suspicious duo stood. My black lingerie hugged my modelsque form, and my silk bonnet encased m