All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

There were so many goddamn black SUVs in that parking lot, it felt like we’d stepped into a luxury car convention. I squinted at the rows of identical vehicles, frustration bubbling in my chest.“Where the fuck is our ride?” Katie hissed, scanning the lot like she expected it to magically wave at us.“Uhm, guys…” Sky’s voice wobbled, and when I turned, her face had gone pale. “They’re coming this way. Oh god, we’re gonna die. This is it. I’m gonna die in a parking lot. No obituary, no closure. Just a body count.”I spotted it then—the SUV. Our SUV— and felt hope surge through my chest like a Disney heroine spotting a plot twist.“Not tonight, bitches. Quick, this way!” I took off running like my heels weren’t slicing into my feet, weaving between cars with Sky and Katie right behind me.My heart was pounding, partly from the sprint, partly from the panic. I reached the SUV, yanked the door open without thinking twice, and dove in. Sky tumbled in after me, followed by Katie.Then eve

"Why are you running away? I didn't even do anything... yet," I called after him, my voice slurring just slightly from the alcohol still dancing through my system.I staggered after him in wobbly, barefoot steps. The marble floor felt cold against my feet, but the drink in my bloodstream had me feeling invincible. Or stupid. Or both.He didn't look back. He didn't respond. Typical Ace. Always walking away like his presence was some rare privilege I didn't deserve.I picked up my pace-or tried."You should be down on your knees thanking the universe, Ace!" I shouted after him, waving one heel dramatically in the air. "Do you have any idea how many men would kill to be in your position?"He paused at the top of the stairs, but I didn't give him a chance to cut in."You've got a beautiful wife-check. A hot live-in nanny-check. And that same nanny is more than willing to be your fuck buddy under the same roof." I threw my hands up, practically preaching now. "Like, hello? Fantasy unlo

I heard the shower running and for a moment, I felt relief wash over me. Megan was home. She’d been spending more and more time on set lately—late-night shoots, last-minute script changes, endless photoshoots for magazines and campaigns. There was always something pulling her away. A director needing her to reshoot a scene. A brand deal requiring her presence at some glamorous studio across town. She was constantly chasing the next role, the next big moment in her career. We barely saw each other anymore—let alone connected like we used to. But I’d grown used to it. Learned to live in the silence, the cold side of the bed, to navigate around the distance between us. I shrugged off my blazer, loosened my tie with a heavy sigh, and tossed them both onto the bed. My body ached—from both work and frustration. The guilt gnawed at my chest like acid, but the lust... the lust was heavier. It sat in my bloodstream like poison. Hot. Constant. Unforgiving. I started unbuttoning

I couldn’t stop. Every thrust into her was wild and desperate, like something inside me had snapped loose. I was too far gone, too consumed by how hot and tight she felt around me. Megan's eyes were wide, glassy with tears, her lips quivering behind my hand as she tried to speak — maybe to beg, maybe to scream — I didn’t care. That look, the helpless way she stared up at me, only made me lose control even more.My hips slammed into hers without pause, over and over, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room like a twisted rhythm. Her fingers clawed at my chest, nails dragging down my skin in a frantic attempt to push me away, but I just growled low in my throat and caught both her wrists in one hand, slamming them above her head against the mattress.“God, you feel so fucking good, Meg,” I rasped into her ear, my breath hot and ragged.Her legs trembled around my waist, trying to close, to push me out, but I just gripped her thigh and spread her wider, forcing mysel

“No,” she said quickly, but firmly. “Nothing alarming. I just want to have a word.”I hesitated, glancing toward the direction of Megan’s room. But I nodded and followed her down the quiet hallway, my mind racing.Her office was small and sterile, the fluorescent lights humming quietly above us. She gestured to the seat across from her desk. I sat down slowly, my palms still damp.She sat as well, folding her hands in front of her.“I just want to be clear that this isn’t an accusation,” she began calmly, “but during the examination, we noticed a few things I felt obligated to bring to your attention.”I leaned forward, tense. “What do you mean?”“As we examined your wife,” she began gently, “we noticed multiple bruises across her body. Most of them appear consistent with… sexual activity.”I exhaled sharply, nodding. “Yeah. We were… we were having sex. And then suddenly she just stopped moving.” My voice cracked. “She went limp. I thought she was—shit, I didn’t know what was happen