All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Hi loves! Putting this up for a bit of transparency so there’s no panic about the lack of new updates today. I just finished an assessment test for a support role I applied for, and I know that sounds random, but it took me a full 48 hours to complete — over 30 written essay questions. My brain is genuinely fried right now. I don’t count yesterday as a day off because I was studying and preparing the entire time, so today I really need to just switch off, watch a movie, and let my head stop pounding. Knox and Ember deserve the best of my energy, and right now I’m running on empty.By tomorrow I’ll be back and blazing — I already know where the next chapters are heading, so the writing should come fast. Aiming to resume with at least two chapters. Thank you so much for being here, for your patience, and for the reviews. They mean more to me than I can say. And if you’re wondering why I’m posting this instead of just going quiet — I know some of you worry when there’s no communication, a

EMBER’S POVKnox doesn't make me explain. He only comes back and sits on the edge of the tub and watches me with those exhausted, yet beautiful eyes while the steam fills the room.I pull the shirt over my head and climb in.The hot water meets my skin and I hiss because everything is tender and raw and bruised in places I haven't finished cataloguing.I pick up the cloth and start scrubbing. My neck first. Then my collarbone. Then my wrists where the silk left its marks.Hard enough that the skin goes pink, then red, and the friction feels cleaner than the water, feels like progress, feels like if I press hard enough I can reach the layer under where it's still just me.The scrubbing gets harder.My nails replace the cloth, raking across my forearm, going back to the same spot, and the skin splits and the sting is sharp and clean and honest and I go back again—Knox's hands close around both of mine.He pulls them away from my skin gently, firmly, and holds them still, and I fight him

EMBER’S POV“Knox—”“So I loved her from behind glass. Never fully committed, never fully gone. And she stayed anyway because she was brave and stubborn and she believed I’d eventually let her in, and I didn’t, Ember. I never let her in. Not all the way. She wanted more, and she never said it out loud, but she resented me. She hated the man I was and couldn’t be and hated the goddess even more for trapping her with the worst of men. And then she died and I couldn’t even remember how because my mind erased the memories to protect me from the guilt, and the IRONY—” His laugh is bitter and short. “The irony is that the guilt found me anyway. It’s been finding me every day for ten years.”“That is not what I was saying at the lodge.”“It’s what I heard.”“Then you heard wrong.” I turn on the stool to face him fully. “What I SAID was cruel and designed to wound, Knox. Don’t twist it into something noble to play the martyr. I was wrong by every standard and I won’t let you carry that blame

EMBER’S POV“I don’t care. Somewhere warm. Somewhere with an ocean.”“I have a house in the south of Portugal. On a cliff. You can see the Atlantic from the bedroom and the kitchen and the bathroom and frankly from every room because I had very specific requirements when it was built.”“You built a house on a cliff in Portugal and never mentioned this?”“It never came up.”“An entire HOUSE, Knox.”“A modest house.”“Your idea of modest is most people’s idea of a palace.”“There’s a garden. Olive trees. A terrace where you can eat breakfast and watch the waves and the nearest neighbour is four miles away and there is no one to interrupt or attack or betray or politically manoeuvre and it is the one place in my life where I have ever felt anything close to peace.” He presses his face into my neck. “I want to take you there. I want to sit on that terrace with you in the morning and drink coffee and listen to you complain about the heat because you’re Alaskan and anything above fifteen de

EMBER’S POV“Soon.”I frown. “Knox.”“Soon, Ember. I’m handling it.”“You JUST swore to love me. Openly. Without secrets. That was — what, four minutes ago? And you’re already doing the face.”“What face?”“The face where you know something and you’re deciding how much of it I’m allowed to hear. You’re not allowed to keep your little secrets anymore, Knox. We literally just had this conversation.”“But Ember, I don’t want to worry you. I’ve got everything under—”“Knox Volkov.”He sighs with a small eye roll and pecks my lips. “You’re so stubborn.”“Speak.”“Logan gave us a forty-eight hour ultimatum.” He says it with a dry, almost bored delivery, like he’s reporting the weather. “Return Gale or he starts the apocalypse. His words were more dramatic, but that’s the gist.”“What is that supposed to mean? What apocalypse?”“He has a flash drive. He says it contains the truth about what happened the night Celeste died.” Knox’s jaw tightens but his voice stays even. “He’s promised to rele