All Chapters of His Return, My Ruin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Where is your choice wrong, Tasha? Because you have a respected husband, a child, and a position in society?"Do you think Isaac is the only one who could give you these things?Well, he's definitely not Rose's son. I've read online that there's so much written about his past that it makes my hair stand on end. He's still the same street thug in a suit, and I would never let you get involved with him."But now he owns half of our company's shares, and no one cares how he made his money. Journalists are chasing him in droves, eager to interview him. Your father's friends are ready to kiss his ass for as long as their decrepit knees will allow.""And on Thursdays, he fucks me on the couch in his room so you can continue to wear your high-society status proudly and show off your arrogance," I add mentally."Watch your language, Tasha! I'm still your mother!" I notice Mom's face flushing. For the first time in a long time, we've crossed the line of family hierarchy. I start to shake with

He doesn't have to, though, because after Jaden shakes Jordan's hand, he moves toward us. Isaac stands silently, but I noticeably feel the waves of irritation emanating from him hit my shoulders.Jayden greets us in turn, nodding discreetly to the Poles and showing no sign of recognition. Then he introduces his companion:"This is Kayla Zoich."I don't need to look at her face to see that she's as beautiful in person as she is in her photos. She's a little younger than me, a striking brunette with a great figure. I note with irony that the dress she's wearing is from Prada and not from her own collection. So she's got brains, too."Nice to meet you," she said, smiling and looking around at each of us, focusing on me. I knew that look: unkind and appraising. She would prefer that I disappear right then and there, dispelling any doubt that she is the only star at today's event. Unfortunately for her, I'm still standing here."You work with Jaden, right?" She asked Isaac, but kept lookin

"I have no complaints about the marketing department's work, Tasha. You and your staff can continue working as usual."He holds my gaze for another second, then turns to my neighbor, Tyrone Coleby from law school.A strange feeling wells up in my chest—a mix of triumph and joy. When I took over as head of the department, there were ten employees on staff. Within a month, I said goodbye to four of them. I fired two more the following month and hired new ones. Jaden is right; many at Evans & Fury are used to showing off and wearing themselves out by simply putting in the required hours. I never flaunted my accomplishments at work and simply did what I was accustomed to doing. I completed every project I took on with quality and passion. I didn't need praise—my own sense of satisfaction was enough—but receiving positive feedback from someone knowledgeable was flattering. Another pleasant discovery: Jaden, like me, knows how to separate work and personal life.Judging by the faces of thos

My body feels wooden, like I have a metal rod instead of a spine, and it prevents me from bending. I know my husband is sincere, or rather, he truly means it. He truly loves me. There's a chance I'll want more children. We can turn over all these crumpled, stained pages and go back in time. The problem is that our shared past wasn't as appealing as it should have been, and Isaac has disappointed me too much for me to want to console him now.I raise my hand above his head but can't lower it. I should want to show him affection, but I still haven't learned how to force myself to do so. Right now, Isaac embodies everything I dislike: a complete emotional breakdown and a desperate plea for sympathy. Years ago, Jaden was also broken and begging, but I wanted to soothe his pain with my lips. Still, I'm very particular, and my own husband doesn't fit the bill."Isaac, you don't love me. I'm your anchor; I'm the person our parents thought was right for you. They instilled this belief in us a

Jayden intercepts my hand as I unbutton the second button. His palm squeezes my waist, abruptly turning me to face the window. The glare of the evening city stings my corneas, and the cold window bites my chest.I hear the clanking of a belt, the crack of a ripping package, and the now-hated sound of stretching latex. The echo of my scream settles on the glass, leaving a sweat stain, while unbearably hot fingers dig into my buttocks. Jayden thrusts deeply, causing my calves to ache immediately as I rise up on my toes.He still feels tight and cramped, but the intense pain of previous times is gone. With each thrust, his cock drills into a sensitive spot inside me. The contact makes me want to moan. Orgasm is inevitable, but right now, it's not enough. It's too much for a woman selling her body for material wealth and too little for someone who still can't let go. I peel my hand away from the glass, draw it back, and find Jayden's palm. I trace the protruding veins, stroke the taut ski