All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

They started screaming for the manager like I’d dumped soup on their Prada. One of them even stood up like she was about to perform an exorcism with her overpriced bag. I just crossed my arms and stared at them, completely unbothered. At this point? I didn’t give a single damn. They could call the president for all I cared—I wasn’t taking back what I said.Katie came rushing over like a firefighter to a grease fire, all smiles and hands raised. “I’m so sorry, ladies, please—just tell me what the issue is.”I didn’t even let them speak. “They insulted me first, Katie. They called me slow and useless. I just clapped back—politely, I might add.”Katie gave me that look. The ‘we’ll talk later’ look. “Aria, customers are always right.”“The fuck they are not,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “If I walked in here and called your waitress a flamingo-legged freak, would I be right too?”Katie winced like I’d just bitten into a lemon with her name on it. “I’m trying to de-escalate her

The poor guy was sweating bullets trying to keep the conversation alive, speaking at a speed that made me wonder if he inhaled helium before coming here."S-so w-where do you work or uh used to work....or like what do you do-like for fun...do you like movies... I-i like movies and I'm talking too much, aren't I?"I laughed, setting down my milkshake. "Breathe, Bob. I promise I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that."I winked dramatically just to mess with him.He turned so red I thought he might actually combust into flames right there in the booth."N-no! I mean, yes—I mean—not that I wouldn't be—uh—"I snorted, taking a giant, obnoxious slurp from my straw. "You’re adorable when you panic," I said. "Like a puppy realizing it peed on the carpet."Bob let out a strangled laugh, ducking his head. "I swear I'm cooler than this," he muttered into his root beer. "In my head, anyway.""Good, because you’re talking so fast I feel like I owe you a speeding ticket. And if you passed out on me,

**Ace**It’s been three damn weeks of absolute mayhem.We’ve already lost five nannies. Five! That’s more nannies than the kids have had birthdays. I swear, each one lasted shorter than the last. The worst part? The triplets aren’t even boys, yet they scheme like a gang of juvenile masterminds. You’d think three four-year-old girls would be all rainbows and glitter—wrong. These ones have declared war on every nanny we've dared to bring in, and at this point, I’m not even sure if I live in a house or a battlefield.The triplets have declared war on every poor woman that walks through that front door.One quit during her lunch break. One literally fled the house, claiming she was being "emotionally bullied" by toddlers.Lily put fake spiders in the laundry basket. One nanny passed out. Like, full-on fainted.They pull pranks like little demons fresh out of military prank school.The kind of chaos they cause would make a grown man cry—and they’re only four, how?I used to think gir

Megan shook her head, visibly shaking now with rage. “There are other ways to punish a child than grabbing her like that. You could’ve told me. Hell, you could’ve just breathed for a second. But instead, you lost control. And for the record? I can have you arrested for putting your hand on her.”The nanny stared at her for a moment—then burst out laughing. “Oh, listen to yourself,” she said mockingly. “You’re going to send me to jail? For trying to do your job?”The woman’s eyes narrowed, and then she tilted her head with a sneer. “You said these kids were your sister’s, right? Figures. You’re not a mother. That’s the problem.”My jaw tensed.“Tell me,” she continued, cruel and casual, “how would you know how to raise a child when you can’t even bring one into the world? You parade around acting like you’ve got it figured out, but you know nothing about motherhood. These kids? They’re heading straight for juvie—and you’re the fast lane.”I saw Megan freeze. Her lips parted slightly li

Later, I stepped into the bedroom. She was already in bed, her back turned, lying on her side. From the way her breathing slowed, I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or pretending to be.I changed, brushed, and slid in beside her. The bed dipped under my weight. She didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.And then I made the mistake of looking at her—really looking. Her bare legs curled under the sheets, her curves outlined under the soft fabric… and her ass right there in front of me.It had been weeks. Maybe even months. I couldn’t remember the last time we touched each other—really touched. The last time she moaned my name. The last time we felt like husband and wife instead of exhausted strangers co-parenting chaos.I moved closer, my body drawn to hers like a damn magnet. My hand found her waist and slid around it, just resting there. Still, she didn’t move.I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.She stiffened.But she didn’t push me away.It felt like I was holding a l