All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I begged her.I fucking begged her to let me explain."Megan, please, just listen to me... Let me explain" I said, voice rough, desperate, humiliated.She turned to me with a bitter laugh-one that held no humor. "Oh, now you suddenly have something to say? That's funny, Ace. When I gave you a chance to explain earlier, you stood there like a damn mute."She barged into the room before I could stop her, heading straight for the closet."Meg, I swear I'm not cheating. I swear it on everything. You have to listen to me."She grabbed a small bag from the corner, yanked it open. "I didn't come here for your lies. I came to grab a few things," she snapped. "Then I'm gone."What she said didn't even register at first. It sounded so absurd, so unreal-like she was speaking in a foreign fucking language.Gone?What the hell does she mean gone?"No. No, you can't leave, Megan. What the fuck are you talking about?" My heart pounded in my ears as I rushed toward her, grabbing her wrist to stop he

I glanced at Ace—who was still glaring at me like I was the devil in a sundress—and then back at Megan, who was staring at me like I held the goddamn secrets of the universe. Her eyes were wide, filled with raw anticipation and just enough panic to make me start feeling nervous.Why did I suddenly feel like I was on trial?I blinked and shook my head slowly. “No… Ace has never brought any woman to this house.”Megan stepped closer, desperation creeping into her voice. “Are you sure?” she asked, voice pitching up slightly. “Maybe he brought someone and just introduced her as, I don’t know… his assistant or something?”She was spiraling, and I could see it happening in real-time—grasping at straws, clinging to anything that might explain the ache in her chest.I raised my hands in a slow, calming gesture. “No. I swear. I’m always here, Megan. Like… always. If he brought someone, I’d know.”And that was the truth. I’m practically the furniture in this house—watching, listening, haunting

The next morning, I shuffled my way to the kitchen like a half-dead cat, rubbing sleep from my eyes and silently praying for coffee—or divine intervention. My head throbbed slightly, probably from the full-blown marriage therapy session I unwillingly hosted last night.Honestly, between Ace’s death glares and Megan’s emotional breakdown, I deserved a fat paycheck... But nooo. Not even a thank you. Not even a muffin. Ungrateful lovebirds.If it weren’t for me, Megan would’ve packed her bags, hopped on a flight, and left Ace with nothing but his guilt... But thanks to me, the glue to their crumbling marriage, they were all snuggled up again. Whatever.The house was quiet, which usually meant the lovebirds and the kids were still asleep.But when I walked into the kitchen—there he was. Mr. Broody himself.Standing by the counter in his usual morning glory—messy hair, jaw clenched like he was mentally fighting off a demon. Or me.No wife in sight. No witnesses. No adult supervision.Perf

"With whose permission?" Ace asked, his voice low and cold like he was interrogating a runaway convict, not a grown-ass woman in six-inch heels and an unapologetically slutty dress.I blinked, stunned by the audacity. Excuse you?Before I could reply with something sharp and absolutely inappropriate, Megan sat up from his chest and calmly answered for me."I gave her permission," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Ace looked at her like she'd just handed me a chainsaw and told me to go play with it. "Why?" he asked flatly.Why?Oh, now he was acting like I was a twelve-year-old sneaking out to buy vodka in a fake mustache.Megan raised a brow. "What do you mean why?"Ace narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice dropping just enough to sound like a warning cloaked in calm. "I mean, you've been giving her way too much freedom in this house lately, Megan. She's not your little sister or your best friend. She's the nanny."He shifted slightly, arms folded across his c

One of them—wearing a shirt so tight I thought it might snap—leaned back and gave me a look like he just did us a favor by showing up.The second one, all slick hair and cologne overdose, tossed his arm over the back of the couch—right behind Katie, who gave me a side-eye like if this man touches me, I swear I’ll go to jail tonight. And the third guy? He just grinned at us like we were the evening’s entertainment and he’d paid for front-row seats.I raised a brow. “Wow. Did we accidentally join a social experiment on entitled behavior or…?”The tight-shirt guy gave me a cocky smile. “What’s up, ladies? You looked like you could use some company.”Katie let out a slow blink. “We didn’t.”“Yeah right. You ladies looked lonely,” he said, flashing what I assume was meant to be a charming smile. It wasn’t.Sky crossed her legs and tilted her head. “Is there a reason you thought we were lonely instead of just... hot and unbothered?”"C’mon,” Slick-hair chimed in, “we just wanted to vibe.”