All Chapters of The Game of a Married Woman : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dominic’s POVThe heavy storm inside me melted away with her kiss.When we finally pulled away, I didn’t let her go completely. My arms remained around her waist as we stood there, the waves crashing gently against the shore — like a quiet song that belonged only to us.My heart was full of joy having her here with me. When she left my house earlier, I thought it was over. The slam of the door had sounded like the breaking of my own heart.I remembered standing there, staring at the empty doorway, my mind completely blank except for one thought — I can’t lose her.The fear was sharp and instant. I ran after her without thinking. I hadn’t meant to talk about her divorcing Philip, but it was Clara’s reminder of her being a married woman that had pushed me to say it. Not because I cared about the scandal — no. It was jealousy.I was jealous that she was still tied to another man, still wearing his ring. I wanted her all to myself. But I couldn’t let my jealousy destroy what we had. I did

Marceline’s POVA week later“Stay for a few more days,” Dominic’s voice came softly, breaking the silence in his study room where he was working in his laptop.It had been a full week since I came here, a whole week spent with him, just the two of us. We hadn’t gone to work, hadn’t met anyone. I couldn’t have been happier, but still, I had to return home.“I’ve stayed for one week already, Dom,” I said with a chuckle.He had been asking me to stay for a few more days. And while I would have loved to, I couldn’t. I hadn’t seen Roman for a whole week, and I missed him terribly.“Not enough, you know,” he said, looking away from his laptop to meet my eyes.He motioned for me to come to him, and I did. He tugged gently on my hand, and I sat on his lap.“I don’t want you to go,” he murmured, holding me tightly.“But I have to, Dom. I have work, and so do you,” I said with a small smile, pointing at his laptop.He sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I can work from home. Just don’t go,” he

Marceline’s POVI stood silently by the bed, watching as the doctor examined Philip, who lay weakly under the sheets. His face was pale, his hair damp with sweat. The doctor moved quickly but carefully, fixing the IV line and giving him an injection before checking his temperature again.My arms were folded, but my chest felt tight. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or worry that I felt right now… maybe both.After finding Philip lying motionless on the couch, I had thought he was dead. My heart nearly stopped until I touched him and felt how hot his body was. He was burning up. I had called the doctor immediately and helped him to the bed myself.Now, as I stood there watching him, Philip’s eyes opened slightly. For a brief moment, they met mine. His gaze was weak but steady — and in them, I saw something I didn’t expect. Relief. Like he was glad I was there.The doctor adjusted the drip and turned to me. “He broke down from a high fever,” he said calmly. “He’s exhausted — probably hasn’

Philip’s POVAfter Marceline signed the document, Mr. Anderson handed each of us our copies and kept his own. He packed up his briefcase.“Everything is complete now,” he said with a polite smile.“Thank you, Mr. Anderson,” I replied with a nod, stretching my hand for a handshake. He took it firmly.He bowed slightly to Marceline before leaving, the sound of the door closing behind him filling the office with silence.I looked at Marceline. She was still staring down at her copy with a calm expression. I couldn’t read what was on her mind.“Marc,” I called softly, trying to smile.She turned to me calmly. There was no sign of happiness in her eyes that I had agreed to her request.“The family dinner tonight...” I said instead of what I truly wanted to say. I wanted to tell her that I was glad she was willing to give our marriage a chance again, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I knew it would take time, so I would be patient.“Don’t forget that,” I added with a faint smile.“I’m aw

Marceline’s POV“You,” I said, my voice trembling with suppressed anger, “are the last person who should speak of betrayal.”How could he even dare to say that word—betrayal—when he was the one who betrayed me first?“Have you forgotten who betrayed first?” I shouted, losing the calmness I was known for.The whole room went silent. Everyone stared at me in shock. They had never seen me raise my voice before—not even once.“Even if I did, that doesn’t give you the right to cheat on me!” Philip yelled back, his voice shaking with rage, his whole body trembling like I had committed a grave sin.“That’s more than enough reason!” I shouted back, my voice breaking with emotion. “Do you think cheating was meant for you alone?” I asked bitterly, a cold smile curling on my lips.The thing between Dominic and me had started after I caught Philip with Anastasia for the first time. It began as an escape, a mistake maybe—but it grew into something deeper. Something I couldn’t explain. Dominic gave