All Chapters of Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The silence of the elevator was a shock. The conditioned air of the underground garage was a balm.When she reached her car, Kael wasn’t there.The back seat was empty, the car silent and still. It felt like something had shifted in her world and she couldn’t orient herself. She looked around the street, half-expecting to see him standing somewhere nearby, watching, waiting. But there was nothing.She fumbled for her keys as her hands trembled.And when she finally got into the car, she sat alone in silence for a couple of minutes before turning on the engine and driving off.She let herself into her apartment. The empty silence greeted her. She went straight to the bathroom, turned the shower to its coldest setting, and stepped under the spray without waiting for it to heat.The shocking water hammered down on her skull, her shoulders, as if it could pummel the memories from her skin. She closed her eyes, and behind her eyelids, she saw Dean’s face as he explained the speculum. The t

Intimate sounds were coming through the phone and muffled by the phone’s microphone but horrifyingly clear. Wren could bear herself moaning and slurring.‘C'mon…I want you to… fuck me,’‘Wren, you’re drunk. We should go to bed,’ Dean said, but Wren became even more petulant.“No, let's do it here….…give it to me from behind….like you wanted.” And then there were wet sounds of kissing.Dean: “You didn’t want that earlier. You even have me a whole lecture afterwards, so why the sudden change?”Wren: “You talk too much….shut up and fuck me dammit…”She stopped playing the audios immediately with a deep feeling of disgust and disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Wren refused to believe she had done all of that. It was like she was witnessing her maniacal alter ego in real time.Wren stared at the phone as if it were a venomous snake. The breath left her lungs in a long, silent rush. It was her voice. She had said those words.Wren grabbed fistfuls of her own hair and let out a strangled

Wren sighed. “But besides that. There's also something that bugs me about the whole thing. First, the relationship kind of seems empty. The attraction is there. But it’s all just sex, sex, sex. You get what I mean?”Grace nodded. “Yeah. You feel like there’s not much connection outside sex.”“Exactly,” Wren said. “And that’s not even the only thing. Something weird happened.” She took a deep breath before she continued with this one. “We were having sex one time, and he suddenly wanted to do it from behind.”“Doggy style,” Grace supplied.“Yeah. That.” Wren shifted on the bench, the memory now causing a phantom discomfort. “I didn’t like it. I didn’t even allow it. Why would I let him do that? I mean, do you allow it? I know it's a thing, but I didn't like it.“It’s probably a thing for him,” Grace said with a shrug. “A lot of guys are into it. I allow it sometimes. But if you don’t want it, that’s totally okay. More than okay, even. It’s good to know what you like and what you don’t.

Ruth: Are you here yet?Ruth: Mr Ellington just arrived.Ruth: Hello??Ruth: Wren??Ruth: Felix just texted. He’s on his way.Wren quickly typed back: I’m here now.Then she entered the designated meeting area. It was a private hall on the second floor, accessible through a glass-enclosed corridor that overlooked the gardens below. The hall itself was spacious and tastefully decorated, with high ceilings and tall windows that let in the last rays of evening light.And there, standing at the top of a tall podium near the far window, was Jonathan Ellington.He was looking out at the gardens, his hands clasped behind his back. When he heard her footsteps, he turned.Wren was still heaving slightly from having run all the way.“I’m so sorry for coming late. I got stuck in traffic,” she apologised.“What is it that’s so urgent?” Jonathan asked, although he didn't seem to be bored of waiting. And even though he was excited to see his daughter’s face, he did a good job hiding it from his exp

It was a cool Thursday evening.Ruth stood outside her building, a cigarette stick balanced between her fingers, her hoodie pulled up over her head. She took a long drag and watched the smoke curl up into the darkening sky, before grabbing the two huge trash bags she’d lugged down from her apartment.She hefted them towards the dumpster at the side of the building and then brushed her hands off on her jeans, turning to head back inside, when she heard someone call her name.“Ruth?”Here, in this city, and in this area, and on this very street she was carrying the identity of Florence. No one here knew her ordinary life. No one here knew her fake life either.Hearing someone call her by her actual name was no doubt, trouble.A slender, almost gaunt man, in a thin windbreaker, with greying, unkempt hair and a tired face, was standing by a parked delivery van, and when he came closer to the building, the street lights now illuminated his face.When Ruth saw him her stomach lurched. The c