Todos os capítulos de The Game of a Married Woman : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Marceline’s POV “Did you hear what I said, Celine?” I heard Grandfather ask, and I blinked, realizing I had frozen and hadn’t answered him about disconnecting from Dominic. I looked around and saw that everyone was waiting for my response. “Grandfather, I—” But Philip’s loud voice suddenly cut through the air, making me flinch like someone had slapped me. “You don’t want to end your affair with him? Is he really that good at it?” Philip barked. His voice was so harsh it felt like a slap. His hands were clenched tightly, like he was holding himself back from grabbing me. “For Christ sake, Philip!” I shouted back. He was really getting on my nerves. “Did I lie?” he continued bitterly. “Now I understand why you refused me touching you—because he was already doing it. You acted innocent in front of me while sleeping with him. You fooled me, Marceline.” “Oh, please don’t play the victim here. You and Anastasia rode on my intelligence,” I shot back. How could he talk about b

Dominic’s POV**I closed the door to my office behind me and leaned back against it, letting out a long, slow breath. I could still hear Philip’s rage-filled voice outside, but I didn’t care. My mind was only on Marceline—if she was okay.Philip had found out about us, and the way he burst into the company to confront me made my chest tighten. But the biggest question was how he found out. Still, that wasn’t important right now.I hurried to my desk, grabbed my phone, and dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail.My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. I dialed again. And again. Every call went straight to voicemail.“Come on…” I muttered under my breath, my stomach twisting into painful knots.My heart started beating faster, and fear slowly built up inside me.I was still lost in my thoughts when my office door burst open. Someone walked in with heavy steps.“Is it true, Dominic?” Richard’s voice was low. I could hear doubt mixed with fear, like he hoped it wasn’t tru

Marceline’s POV“You and Dominic… how?” Celesta asked, narrowing her eyes at me.I could see the confusion in her eyes, and I knew I had to tell her. But now wasn’t the right time. We were running late for her meeting.“We should get going, or you’ll be late for your meeting,” I said with a faint smile, but she shot me a sharp stare.“Don’t try me, Marceline,” she said sternly. “Tell me everything, because it doesn’t seem like this started today.”Her voice sounded accusing, like I had been hidden such from her.“Dominic and I are seeing each other,” I said in a low voice, bracing myself to be judged.Even though I knew she wasn’t the type to judge people—especially not me—it still felt different. I was having an affair. Something we both despised.“Wow… nothing prepared me for this,” Celesta said with a huge smile.I was taken aback. That was not the reaction I expected. Why did she look happy? Wasn’t she supposed to start with moral advice?“Why do you look happy?” I asked, narrowi

Marceline’s POVMy body stiffened. My head went blank as I tried to process what had just happened. My eyes stayed fixed on the staircase, unmoving.Anastasia had fallen down the stairs.“Aahhhh!” her painful scream echoed from below.Her voice snapped me out of shock. I hurried down the stairs, my heart racing. She lay on the floor, curled over her stomach, her face twisted in unbearable pain.I swallowed, unsure of how to react, unsure of what to do.“She’s bleeding!” someone cried in worry.Bleeding?My eyes dropped to her lower body. Blood was dripping down to the floor, soaking through her dress. My heart skipped as I understood what that meant.“Please help! Let’s rush her to the hospital!” I stammered to the people gathering around.My trembling hand reached out to help her up, but someone shoved me away.“Don’t touch her, wicked woman,” a female voice snapped sharply.I stumbled back in shock.“You pushed her down the stairs and now you want to pretend you care?” she hissed.“

Anastasia’s POVA sharp pain dragged me out of darkness.My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy like they were glued shut. Bright white lights stung my vision. The smell of medicine filled my nose. For a moment, I didn’t understand where I was. My body felt weak, every part of me aching… but the worst pain sat in my stomach, burning like someone had stabbed me.A low groan escaped my lips. I tried to raise my hand but it stung. I moved my eyes to it and saw I was on an IV drip.I blinked again, trying to focus, and then it hit me—the stairs. Marceline suddenly moving away, me falling, and someone shouting that I was bleeding.My heartbeat jumped in panic. I tried to sit up immediately, but a sharp pain shot through my belly so hard I gasped.“Stay still, Anna.”A voice rushed toward me and held me down gently.It was my mother. Her face looked so tired, like she hadn’t slept all night.“You’re awake,” she said shakily. “Don’t move, I’m going to call the doctor.”She hurried out before I