All Chapters of The Game of a Married Woman : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dominic’s POVThe elevator door slid open with a soft chime, as Marceline and I stepped out together. We walked through the quiet lobby toward the private parking lot.We were both freshly dressed. I had gotten new clothes for her. A faint smile crossed my face as I thought about what had happened earlier. It was wild, but it was also the most passionate moment I’d ever shared with anyone.“You should rest when you get home,” Marceline said softly when we reached her car. Her voice carried that gentle concern that always disarmed me.“I will. Don’t worry,” I replied with a small smile, fighting the urge to touch her hair.She nodded lightly, her lips curving faintly before she looked away. I could tell she had something on her mind ... maybe confusion, maybe doubt. I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t want to push.“Drive safely,” I said, opening her car door for her.“Hmm.” She smiled. “You too.”She got in, fastened her seat belt, and started the engine. She gave me one last soft look

Philip’s POVThe spoon in my hand had barely touched the plate before I dropped it with a dull clink. My appetite had vanished long before I sat at the table, but I forced myself to eat anyway. The quietness of the house only made it worse.I had come back from my morning jog, freshened up, and was now having breakfast, but my mind wasn’t at rest. I was still bothered by what had happened last night ...how I got the wrong dress size for Marceline.I was too embarrassed to face her. How could I forget my own wife’s dress size? If it was just a different size, it would have been better, but it was Anastasia’s exact size.I hadn’t seen Marceline, and I didn’t have the courage to knock on her door. Now, sitting here with untouched breakfast and a restless heart, I couldn’t take it anymore.I had to go and talk to her, to apologize. I didn’t mean to get the wrong size ... I only wanted to make things right between us.She was probably in the garden, I thought. It was Saturday morning, and

Marceline’s POV“I still can’t believe that witch said that to our faces!” Celesta’s voice rang across the living room. Her tone was sharp, trembling with anger as she paced back and forth. “How can someone be that shameless?”I sat quietly on the couch, my hands folded on my lap, watching her move like a storm that couldn’t settle. Her face was red with fury, her hair slightly messy from how often she had run her hands through it. She was angry for me ...more than I could ever be for myself.I chuckled in my mind at that. She had insisted I come home with her, thinking I would go back to my house and cry over it.“Did you see the nerve she had? Talking about being pregnant and smiling while rubbing her stomach!” Celesta snapped again. “Ugh… this is making me sick. I’m losing my mind!” she screamed angrily.Her voice echoed through the living room. I breathed out, remembering the scene again. Truly, Anastasia’s nerve was unmatched.... the way she stood there and said she was pregnant

Philip’s POVI walked out of the restaurant, my chest burning and my breath heavy. My hands were trembling as I reached for my car keys. I didn’t even know where I was going, but I needed to find Marceline.The way she looked at me and said “congratulations” back there… it broke me completely.“What have I done to myself?” I cursed under my breath as I slammed the car door and started the engine.My head was pounding. Anastasia’s words echoed in my mind — that the news of her pregnancy would finally make Marceline agree to the divorce.I knew Marceline hadn’t agreed to it all this time because of Roman. But now, things were different. I was having a child outside our marriage.I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Once. Twice. Then again.Each time, the same response came through:“The number you are trying to reach is not available at the moment…”The robotic voice made my chest tighten even more.I drove out of the restaurant at full speed, my heart racing faster than the car.

Marceline’s POVI stood quietly at the edge of the beach, staring at the dark waves rolling in and out like my thoughts — restless, endless, and loud.The wind brushed against my face, lifting strands of my hair, and the scent of salt filled my lungs. Yet, I felt nothing.My heart was still heavy from what had just happened at Dominic’s house."Divorce him… I love you. I want you for myself."I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. It was supposed to be a simple visit — a normal visit that would help me relax and forget about Philip and the news of Anastasia’s pregnancy. But instead, I had walked straight into a storm I wasn’t prepared for.Now, my emotions were messed up.I wrapped my arms around myself, staring blankly at the endless stretch of sea. The world felt too quiet, and for once, I wished it wasn’t. I wished there was noise, something loud enough to drown the sound of my own thoughts.I wanted to divorce Philip. I truly did.After everything he did — the betrayal, the