All Chapters of His Contract Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Leila regretted her decision to ‘go somewhere’ with Freya the second the cab stopped in front of the store. Just a glance at the name written in glitter, and she turned to glare at Freya.“What? You need to cheer up,” Freya stated.“In a lingerie store?”It was day six without Kelvin, but she was doing okay. Freya was exaggerating it, but she would rather stomach a dramatic best friend than an empty home.“Yep.”“Seriously—”Freya stepped out of the car while she was still talking. No, she was not going into a Victoria’s Secret store. Her lingerie collection was small but perfect. Freya yanked her door open, but she shook her head. This was so unnecessary.“Ma’am?” the cab driver called out.

Leila lowered the phone to the desk. Her heart sped up, and her chest clenched. She opened her mouth and closed it without a word. Mike was on his feet, as if waiting to hear her orders.“Leila—”“Just go,” she whispered. She was so angry she couldn’t shout. The emotion tightened around her neck, and she found it harder to speak. Mike’s brows furrowed. “With your flowers.”“What did—”“Don’t you get it? I’m not interested in you or lunch. Please stop it.” She nudged the bouquet toward him, not caring how close to the edge it dangled. He was quick to catch it, the frown on his face deepening. “If this happens again, I’ll report you to HR. I mean it. Have a good day.”Lily and Susan watched their exchange in silence, their shock as palpable as Mike’s. But she didn’t care. She picked up her phone and dialed Kelvin’s numbe

Kelvin hit the bell on the table, and the man from earlier walked over to them. After giving him their order, he left the two of them alone.“Do you donate to charity?” she asked. It was so random his brow rose. “I mean, it’s a good cause to donate to. Orphanages. Charities. Homes for teen mothers. It’s really great.”“I donate to charity,” he replied. Their meal arrived, and he waited for the servers to leave before diving into his dinner. The steak looked juicy, but he held on for Leila to take a bite first before eating. Her little moan of appreciation sent blood below his waist. “Every year, Amara picks five charities and we donate to them. I’ve a favorite orphanage we donate to quarterly, but I try to shuffle between the charities. Why?”She shrugged. “I think it’s nice to give. The world would be so much b

Sitting at the dining table to eat only made Leila realize breakfast with her husband was one of the best parts of her day. She took a few bites before clearing the table. Her appetite was gone, and she needed to be at the office. She returned to the room to grab her things, opening the last drawer of their closet to search for the pantyhose. She couldn’t recall where she kept it, but it had to be here.A wrapped gift rolled to the end of the drawer. She raised it up, her fingers dragging around the edges. It wasn’t hers. Had it always been here?On her feet, pantyhose forgotten, she placed the gift on the corner table. Maybe it was Kelvin’s, but who was he planning to give it to? Was he allowed to gift other women now that they were married? Wait, who told her it was for a lady?The beep of her phone reminded her she would be late if she continued focusing on unimportan

The water was not hot enough.Leila dipped her finger into the tub filled with water, but it wasn’t as hot as she wanted it to be.Her skin was red from too much scrubbing, but she needed another bath to wash away Charles’ touch from her body. His smell. His existence. She got into the tub, pushing her head under.Bubbles floated to the top of the water. Her eyes blurred, and her lungs burned from a lack of oxygen. She pinched her nose, counting the seconds.Twenty seconds was her highest under the water, but she was counting thirty now. If she stayed here long enough, she might forget.A knock on the bathroom door had her head shooting out. She gasped for air, mouth wide open as she tried to suck in as much air as she could.New record. Forty seconds.“Leila?” I