All Chapters of The Game of a Married Woman : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Marceline POV Knock. Knock. The sound pulled me out of sleep. I frowned, raising my heavy head and blinking, trying to recognize where I was. Relief washed over me when I realized I was still in my car. But then the headache hit me again, pounding hard. Knock. The sound came again. I turned and saw a traffic warden knocking on my window. I sighed and lowered the glass. “Are you okay, ma?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Yes… I’m fine,” I replied, rubbing my forehead. The pain throbbed stronger. “Are you sure, ma? You’ve been here for five hours.” “Five hours?” I blinked at him, stunned. My eyes darted around. The sky was already dark. He was right. I had been sitting here for hours. I hadn’t even realized it. I must have cried myself to sleep after leaving Anastasia’s villa. How had I even managed to pull my shaking body out of that house? I didn’t know. “If you’re really okay, ma, can you move your car?” his voice pulled me out of my thoughts again. “Yes

Marceline POV I sat on a bench in the garden of our mansion, knitting a sweater for Roman while watching him play happily on the grass. I had returned home after dropping Celesta at her place, and Roman was already back from school. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky orange. “Daddy!” Roman’s voice rang out suddenly. I looked up and saw him running toward Philip, who lifted him into his arms and twirled him around with a smile. My heart clenched, and I quickly dropped my gaze back to my knitting needles. My fingers moved automatically, but my chest trembled. I couldn’t bear to watch them. It wasn’t that Roman didn’t deserve his father’s love...he did, he deserved every ounce of it. But Philip didn’t deserve Roman. He didn’t deserve the title of father, or husband, anymore. Still, I bit down on my bitterness. For Roman’s sake, I would endure. I would never take away the happiness he found in his father’s arms. Philip’s footsteps drew closer, and the bench shifted slightly a

Marceline’s POV “Marceline! Marceline!” I heard Philip shouting my name from upstairs, but I ignored him. My focus stayed on the woman standing before me. “I have gone through the file, and I must say, I’m impressed,” I said calmly, placing the file beside me. “Thank you, ma,” she replied gratefully. "You will start work tomorrow…if that’s okay with you,” I told her, stressing the words deliberately. I didn’t want her to begin the job with an unprepared mind. She would be working as our housekeeper, and honestly, it was long overdue. I could not keep breaking my back washing and cleaning the entire house by myself, pretending everything was fine, just to please Philip who hated the idea of hiring help. “Yes ma, it’s very okay with me,” she answered quickly, her face filled with joy at being hired. “Good. See you tomorrow.” I dismissed her with a nod. She bowed slightly, gratitude written all over her face, before she walked out of the house. The moment the door click

Dominic’s POV I sat at the back of my car as the driver pulled into the school. This was Mathew’s new school. Richard had told me it was the best in the city, and also the same school where his daughter Kiara attended. It had only been a few days since I decided to remain in the country. I had brought Mathew back with me, and today was his very first day here. I hadn’t dropped him off myself this morning. Instead, I had an early meeting at the company to officially announce my return. Mathew hadn’t been happy about it. His little face had been sulky, his voice quiet when he said goodbye. I had promised him I would come pick him up personally after school, and that was why I was here now. The car stopped, and I looked around through the tinted window. The place was calm, neat, and well-organized. Children were coming out in groups, their laughter filling the air. A few parents stood around waiting for them. “Go get him,” I told my driver. I had no plans of stepping out. “Yes

Anastasia’s POVI stood watching Marceline leave the ice cream shop, holding her son’s hand. My brows pulled together in confusion. Her behavior today was unlike her.When I told her about my divorce, she didn’t react the way I expected. Usually, she would hug me, comfort me, tell me everything would be fine. But today… nothing. She hadn’t even called me for days. I was always her shopping partner on weekends, but last weekend, silence.What is happening? I bit my lip. Could she be suspicious of me? Did she already suspect my affair with Philip?I shook my head quickly. No. I had always been careful. She couldn’t know. Maybe Philip mentioned divorce to her, and she is still in denial. That must be it.I scoffed under my breath. Typical Marceline...arrogant and proud, just because she was born into wealth. But her arrogance will soon disappear. Once the divorce is finalized, Philip and I will marry. I can’t wait to see the shock on her face when she realizes she has lost everything. I