All Chapters of Cheating Cop Ex-Husband Becomes My Submissive Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Third POV Harvey took down the massive lump in his throat, he sat behind thinking of an excuse to give. He wasn't backing down, this only gave him more terror that if he stayed, he might be picked before he got to make his decision. “I want to go and put in my letter of indefinite leave, it's best tonight, my friends aren't there to ask what I'm up to.” He breathed hard, wishing the driver, whatever his name was, would agree. “Okay, it's hope to you.” He nodded his head. Relief exploded across Harvey's face but still he couldn't be less cautious. “I will walk up to the taxi station close to the headquarters to take a cab,” he swore, knowing that another set of taxis from Matteo could lie in wait for him. He waved to the cab driver, waiting for him to leave before walking in. Harvey strode into the station, walking to the personnel welfare department which dealt on matters of suspension, resignation and retirement. This time, he wanted a voluntary suspension, he never knew a ti

Harvey’s POV My eyes slowly began to get close, my consciousness drifting with the weight of the fatigue and deep sleep that was lurking around. I didn't want to sleep. No, not at this critical moment but I however found myself drifting into a sleep I wasn't ready for. I couldn't help. “Perhaps I'll just take ten minutes.” The petrol station was located at the busiest part of the city with security cameras and police check point not so far because the American Embassy to China was here, it was heavily guarded. I could swear with my life that no gang would come for me here and when I say no gang, I mean it. The problem wasn't security at least for this point but how to get to my ex-wife. Rhys has night duty, so he dropped me here. He couldn't afford missing work because of me but still I'm very grateful that he brought me as far as here and we lost the bad guys. This was my major problem. When I thought and got no answer, I had no option other than to slowly drift to sleep. Where I

Harvey’s POVThe guard at the gate didn’t even bother to greet me when I arrived. He only scanned my face, spoke into his earpiece, and opened the tall black iron gates without a word. I stood there for a moment, staring at the massive mansion beyond, and every step I took forward felt like it weighed ten times heavier than the last.It had been months since I last saw Nada, my ex-wife. Months since I had thrown everything away like a fool, chasing what I thought was excitement, only to end up with nothing but enemies and regrets. Now I was back here, tail between my legs, not because I deserved her forgiveness, but because I needed her. And she was the only one that could help me out of the situation I'm in.And that truth alone burned me more than anything.When I reached the front of the house, the door opened, and there she was. Nada.My chest tightened at the sight of her. She was more radiant than I remembered, dressed in silk, her skin glowing as though life had only been kind

Harvey POVI sat on the edge of the couch in the dim room, hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles turned white. My mind could not rest. The storm of choices before me was heavier than any case I ever faced as a cop. I had thought that losing my marriage, my job, and my dignity was enough punishment. But life had found a way to drag me even lower.Nada’s words echoed through me. Her voice, calm and sharp, had cut deeper than any knife. She offered me a way out. Shelter. Safety. Protection from Matteo and his men. A chance to live without the constant shadow of death following me. But that chance came with a price.Her price was me.Not the man I once was. Not the cop with the badge and the gun, the husband who once stood tall. No. She wanted the broken pieces of me. She wanted me as her servant in her home, a submissive under her control. She spoke it so coldly, like a lawyer presenting terms that could not be changed.I could not look her in the eye when she told me. It was not

Harvey’s POVThe days felt long, and the silence of the underground mansion pressed harder on me as the last year began. I had lived in this place for so long that the walls almost felt like skin around me. Yet no matter how much I tried to settle, the secrecy of this life was still a weight on my chest. Everything was hidden, every move was watched, and every part of me belonged to someone else. It was suffocating. I often sat on the bed, staring at the steel walls, wondering how many more breaths I could take before I broke.The thought of returning to her made my stomach turn. I could still picture her face, the way her eyes looked at me like I was less than a man. If I went back to her, I would have to kneel. I would have to bow my head and let her spit her anger on me. That shame was more painful than any needle they pushed into my veins here. At least in this prison, I still had my pride. If I went back to her, I would lose the last piece of myself. I told myself over and over t