All Chapters of SCANDAL IN HIS BED : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The house had never felt this quiet.Roy sat alone on the edge of the leather couch, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were pale. The lights were on, but the place felt hollow—like something essential had been ripped out and taken with it.Diane.Her name echoed in his head, over and over, louder than any sound in the room.His phone lay in his palm, screen dark now.Fifty-three missed calls.Countless unanswered messages.He unlocked it again, even though he already knew what he would see.No reply.His thumb hovered over her name. Trembled.“Please…” he whispered to no one.He typed.Baby, I swear to you, I didn’t know what I was doing. I was drunk. They spiked my drink. I would never—never—hurt you like this.He stared at the message for a long time before sending it.Delivered.No response.A sharp breath tore out of him. He dropped the phone beside him and leaned back, pressing his palms against his eyes as if he could erase the images replaying i

A few weeks passed, but for Roy, time didn’t move—it dragged.Every day began the same way: unanswered calls, unread messages, silence that rang louder than rejection. Diane had made herself unreachable, not just physically, but emotionally. No replies. No explanations. Nothing. And with each failed attempt, Roy felt another thread snap inside him.Work suffered first.Meetings were postponed. Documents piled up untouched. His apartment became a place he merely slept in, never rested. The nights were worse—his mind replaying Diane’s voice, her tears, the look in her eyes when she told him to leave her alone. Regret settled into his bones like a sickness.Eventually, responsibility forced his hand.He had no choice but to return to the office.That morning, Roy dressed mechanically, his reflection in the mirror looking unfamiliar—eyes sunken, jaw tense, shoulders carrying more weight than they should. At the office, Tessa briefed him quickly, her voice professional but cautious, like s

KarenThe door closed softly behind Roy, but the sound echoed in Karen’s head like a gunshot.She stood there for a long moment, unmoving, staring at the exact spot where he had been standing—arms folded, jaw tight, eyes cold with a resolve she had never seen before. When the silence finally pressed too hard against her chest, she laughed.A short, hollow laugh.“So that’s it,” she murmured to the empty room. “You come here, tear everything apart, and walk away like the villain is me.”She dropped onto the sofa, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. Her fingers trembled.“He says he’ll take responsibility,” she scoffed aloud. “As if responsibility without marriage means anything in that family.”She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes burning.“You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Roy? You think this was all a mistake?” Her lips curved slowly into something sharp. “No. This was survival.”She stood again, pacing now.“I loved you first,” she whispered fiercely. “Before

Diane’s legs had healed completely.Not the dramatic, miraculous kind of healing people talked about—the kind that erased memory along with pain. Hers was slower. Intentional. Achieved with stubborn determination, aching muscles, and mornings where she stood in front of the mirror, stretching carefully, reminding herself that her body was not broken anymore.The crutches were gone now.They stood abandoned in a corner of her room, leaning against the wall like relics from a version of her life she refused to revisit. Sometimes, when she caught sight of them, her chest tightened—not from pain, but from memory. The helplessness. The humiliation. The night everything fell apart.But she didn’t touch them anymore.She didn’t need them.Her legs carried her just fine now—up the stairs, down the street, into buses, into a new routine. Into a new chapter.Work helped.Work grounded her in ways she hadn’t expected.The job Mike had helped her secure—quietly, without fuss—wasn’t flashy, but it

Karen sat alone in the dim quiet of her bedroom, the city lights beyond the tall glass windows flickering like distant stars she could no longer reach. The room smelled faintly of jasmine—her favorite—but tonight, even that felt like an insult. Everything that once comforted her now felt hollow.The house was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound echo—her own breathing, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the soft tap of her manicured nails against her phone screen as she scrolled without thinking.She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Just killing time. Distracting herself.Then she saw Maya.At first, her mind refused to register it properly.She blinked once.Then again.The headline sat boldly at the top of the screen, framed by smiling faces and camera flashes:“Maya Walker and Mike Walker Seal Their Union in an Intimate Court Ceremony.”Karen’s fingers froze.Her chest tightened in a way that felt unfamiliar—sharp, invasive, almost physical.She cli