Todos os capítulos de The Game of a Married Woman : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Chapter 31 Anastasia’s POV I walked out of my office, heading toward the pantry. Maybe a cup of coffee could calm the storm boiling inside me. Lately, nothing in my life had gone as I planned. Philip’s divorce hadn’t even started, and I hadn’t seen him since the last time Marceline almost caught us in the boardroom. He had stopped answering my calls, and I couldn’t freely walk to his office anymore like before. Just as I reached the pantry, I spotted a junior worker standing by the elevator, holding a file in her hands. My eyes narrowed. Was she going to Philip’s floor? Before I even thought about it, my feet moved fast toward her. “Is that document for the CEO, Rose?” I asked, trying to sound casual. My heart silently prayed it was for Philip. “Yes, Director Winslow,” she replied, startled that I spoke to her. Of course she was surprised. I had never talked to her—or to most junior workers. Since the day I became a director, I had always kept myself above them. “Hand it

Chapter 33Marceline’s POVThe kiss was powerful and deep, so much that my knees almost gave way. Dominic held me tighter, pressing me against the edge of his desk.The kiss was about to turn into something more when a soft growl broke the silence. Dominic pulled his lips from mine and locked his eyes on me.My whole body stiffened in realization—the sound had come from me. Heat rushed up to my neck.I lowered my gaze quickly, embarrassment flooding me—not only from the kiss but also from my stomach rumbling like some silly child who hadn’t eaten all day.Dominic’s hand lingered near my cheek before he finally let it fall. His deep voice came softly, carrying a hint of amusement but also genuine concern.“You’re hungry,” he said calmly.I closed my eyes, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. “I-I’m fine,” I mumbled, fumbling with my bag as if I could hide my shame behind it.“You didn’t eat.” His words sounded more like a statement than a question. Of course, he had

Marceline’s POV“Bye, Mummy,” Roman said to me with his cute smile. We were at the entrance of his school building. I had come to drop him off and would be heading to the company afterward.“Be a good boy today,” I said, rubbing his chubby cheeks with a smile.“Daddy will pick me up today, right Mummy?” he asked hopefully, and my smile almost faded, but I held it up for him and nodded. He hadn’t forgotten. I had promised him that Philip would pick him up from school.I stood and watched him walk towards his classroom. I wanted to see that he entered his class. His teacher was standing at the classroom door.“Roman!”I heard someone call him, and a boy ran past me to Roman, who had stopped when he heard his name too. I blinked, and my heart pounded because I knew the boy. He was Matthew—Dominic’s son.I slowly turned my head at the thought that he was there to drop his son, but it wasn’t him, it was a driver. I breathed out and headed to my car, but not without glancing at the sleek bl

Philip POV“Where do you think you are going to?” Anastasia said, her voice cutting through the floor like a sharp knife. The few employees on the floor turned instantly towards the scene, their whispers dying down as their curious eyes widened, watching every move like it was some live show.Marceline frowned and took a few steps back from her, not in fear, but with a deliberate calm that only made her look more intimidating. She stood tall, her back straight, her expression composed but sharp enough to slice through stone. Her eyes, cold and unwavering, didn’t so much as blink under Anastasia’s fury.I rushed forward desperate to stop Anastasia before she could create more mess than she already had. “How dare you think of firing me? Who do you think you are?” Anastasia’s voice exploded, filled with anger so raw it sounded like she would snap Marceline’s head into pieces right there. Her chest rose and fell with every heated breath, her face twisted with rage.“Anastasia, stop this

Marceline’s POV“How can you say that, Marceline?” I heard Philip’s voice as I walked out of the bathroom.His sudden voice startled me. I didn’t expect him to still be in this room, waiting for me to finish my bath.“What’s your problem, Philip?” I snapped, pressing my hand on my chest to calm my nerves.“How can you say that?” he asked again. His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.“Say what?” I frowned, not understanding what he meant.“How can you tell me to continue my…” he swallowed hard, like the words were bitter to his tongue, “…to continue with Anastasia?” he asked, his face full of displeasure.I raised a brow at him. I didn’t understand why he seemed so angry about what I’d said.“Why would you tell me that, Marceline?” he asked unhappily, rubbing his eyes like he was tired of himself.“You should be grateful that I’m willing to give you both this freedom,” I said calmly, reaching for my hair dryer to dry my hair.“What? Grateful?” he asked in disbelief,