All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Her breaths came in short, strained gasps, like she was trying to suck air through a straw. Her eyes were wide and terrified, tears leaking from the corners.“Oh my God,” I whispered, my hands trembling violently as I slapped them to my mouth. “No, no, no—Layla!”“Fuck!” Ace didn’t hesitate. He rushed to her, scooping her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. She whimpered, her head lolling against his chest.“Her throat’s closing up,” he snapped. “Where’s the damn EpiPen?!”“I—I don’t know! It should be in the cabinet!” I stammered, stumbling toward the drawers, flinging them open with shaking fingers.Layla wheezed again, her small body jerking slightly in Ace’s arms. “It hurts,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, strangled and thin.“Stay with me, Layla,” Ace muttered, brushing her hair back from her sticky forehead, panic etched into every line of his face. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I got you, baby girl.”I found the EpiPen and handed it to him with trembling hands

The car ride felt like an out-of-body experience.I sat in the back of the police cruiser, my hands cuffed tightly behind me, my entire body trembling. The flashing red and blue lights outside the window painted streaks across my tear-stained face. My chest ached, each breath shallow and shaky. I kept muttering, “I’m sorry,” over and over, as if somehow those two words could undo everything.But they couldn’t.The moment the car pulled into the station, my heart dropped to my stomach. The building loomed ahead, cold and gray and lifeless. It hit me then—this was real. I was going to jail.The officers opened the door and helped me out, not unkindly, but with the detached efficiency of people who’d done this a hundred times. I stumbled slightly, my knees weak, and one of them steadied me by the elbow before leading me inside.The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as we entered the station. The scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic filled the air. Everything felt ster

It’s been three weeks since I got fired.Three. Whole. Weeks.Not that I’m counting… except I totally am.At first, I told myself it was a well-deserved break. A little mental vacation after my dramatic exit from the Alessandro household. I figured I'd rest, reset, and then bounce back better than ever. You know—do the whole "rising from the ashes like a phoenix" thing.Spoiler alert: I’m not a phoenix. I’m a potato.A bored, unemployed, slightly fluffier potato who spends 80% of the day either eating, sleeping, or lying on the couch dramatically like I’m in a telenovela. The other 20%? Staring at the ceiling and wondering how I ended up here.It’s not like there aren’t jobs available. I scroll through listings sometimes just to torture myself. “Experienced nanny wanted.” Check. “Must be good with kids.” Double check. “Trustworthy and responsible.” Ouch. Okay, rude.I slam the phone down before I start spiraling again.I know I should apply. I know I should try. But every time I ima

I was just about to lose myself in the beat—pretending my life wasn’t a hot dumpster fire in a glittery wrapper—when a shadow fell over me.“Can I buy you a drink?” a smooth, confident voice asked from behind my shoulder.I turned slowly, arching a brow, ready to roll my eyes and dismiss whoever it was with a “not tonight, Romeo.” But then I looked up.Tall. Broad shoulders. Clean jawline. Dark eyes with that mischievous glint that said trouble, but like... the good kind. The kind that makes bad decisions seem like excellent ideas.I gave him a once-over—hey, I’m single and emotionally unstable, not blind—and then offered the tiniest of smirks.“Sure,” I said, tipping my empty glass toward him like a toast to my own impulsiveness.He grinned, sharp and smooth. “Another one of those?”“Unless you’ve got a better recommendation,” I said, crossing my legs and leaning on the bar like someone who hadn’t just had an emotional breakdown five minutes ago.He signaled the bartender and said, “

Mom crossed her arms and tilted her head like she was preparing to serve up a lecture fresh out of the oven. “You don’t have a boyfriend, Aria. Why won’t you just give Bob a chance?”I blinked at her. “Because I’m in search of a job, not a husband.”Skylar giggled and almost choked on her juice. Katie tried to hold it in but ended up snorting like a tea kettle. Traitors.Mom waved her hand like I’d just said something laughably irrelevant. “We’re not forcing you to marry Bob. Nobody said anything about wedding bells. I’m just saying—just saying—one date. One little date with Bob. That’s all I ask.”“I’d rather lick a subway pole,” I muttered under my breath.“What was that?”“I said... ugh, Mom, I don’t have time for dates right now.”She arched a brow with the same energy she used when I was ten and tried to hide under the bed to avoid chores. “Excuse me? You’re jobless. You literally have all the time. The only thing on your to-do list is scrolling TikTok and making enemies with our