Todos os capítulos de The Game of a Married Woman : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Dominic’s POV“Sir, it’s time for the lunch meeting with Mr. Hendricks,” Gabriel said quietly as we exited the meeting room.My face tightened. I had just finished a three-hour executive meeting, and now I had to go straight into another one. I wasn’t in the mood for it at all.I turned to Richard to send him in my place.“No, Dom,” Richard said immediately, raising his hand like he already knew what I wanted to say.“You will attend the meeting,” I still insisted and continued walking toward my office.“No, please, Dominic. I can’t handle that old man, Dom,” Richard complained, hurrying after me.My lips curved into a small amused smile. Mr. Hendricks was truly difficult to deal with, but Richard had no choice. My steps didn’t slow even a little. All I wanted was to get to my office and call Marceline. We spoke earlier before the meeting, but I wanted to hear her voice again.“How could she push her fellow woman down the stairs because her husband got her pregnant?” a voice said loud

Marceline’s POV**The tall gate slowly opened, and the familiar building came into view, but my mind was too full to feel anything. The memory of what happened still twisted inside me.Dominic stopped the car in front of the mansion and turned off the engine. For a moment, there was silence.I looked at him. Even though he had removed his coat earlier, I could still perceive the faint, awful scent of urine on him. It made my chest tighten. He looked uncomfortable, trying not to show it, but I could see the stiffness in his shoulders. He must feel terrible.“Dominic…” I called softly.He turned his head toward me, his eyes gentle for the first time since all the chaos.“Come in with me,” I said.His eyes widened slightly in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting me to invite him inside.“So you can freshen up,” I added with a small smile, though my voice cracked a little. I felt emotional. If he hadn’t covered me with his body, the urine would have poured on my face. I didn’t think I woul

Philip’s POVThe alcohol burned down my throat, but it still did nothing. Nothing was strong enough to calm the storm inside me.I had already taken so many shots that the bartender kept glancing at me like he was worried I would pass out.My chest ached with anger, pain, and bitterness I couldn’t swallow.I gripped the glass tighter as everything that happened today flashed through my mind again.(A few hours earlier...)I arrived home hoping Marceline had finally returned. We needed to talk about her affair with Dominic, and I needed her to tell me why she did it. Why she allowed him to touch her.But she wasn’t home. There wasn’t even a sign she had been around.My brows knitted in frustration.“Is she avoiding me?” I muttered to myself, because that was the only thing that made sense. She didn’t want us to talk.Then another thought hit me—Is she with Dominic?My heart tightened immediately, burning with jealousy.I pulled out my phone at once and called someone, telling him to

Dominic’s POV**“Don’t go out alone till the issue is resolved,” I said to Marceline as we stopped in front of my car.She was seeing me off. We had just finished having dinner with her family, and honestly, it was the most awkward and uncomfortable meal I had ever sat through. I never wanted to stay, but Marceline had insisted I should join them.Her parents didn’t say anything directly to me, but from their expressions—though they tried to mask it—I knew they weren’t happy about my relationship with their daughter. That was another reason I stayed till the end. They needed to get used to it, because I wasn’t leaving their daughter.“You have said it so many times already, Dom,” she said, chuckling lightly.“You can’t blame me. I don’t want you to get hurt,” I replied softly, getting lost in her eyes.I had told her not to go out for now, but she disagreed, saying she did nothing wrong, so why should she lock herself inside? I didn’t want to force her, but the worry in my chest refus

Anastasia’s POV"The reporters have arrived at the hospital. Make sure you answer the questions according to the plan."I read the message on my phone, my fingers trembling slightly.It was from that classy woman from yesterday. I still didn’t know her name. I didn’t know why she hated Marceline either—but I didn’t care. As long as Marceline suffered, I was willing to do anything.I quickly hid my phone under the blanket and adjusted myself on the bed.I made sure my face looked pale, weak, and fragile.The blanket was pulled high over my stomach, and my hand rested gently on top of it.They should be here any moment…Right on time, the door opened.Three reporters walked in—two men and one woman—cameras pointed, microphones ready. My heart raced. This was a live interview. The whole city would see me.“Good day,” one of the men said. “You’re Miss Wilson, the woman pushed down the stairs by Mrs. Stanmore?”I widened my eyes, pretending to be scared.“Who… who are you people?” I whispe