All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**Ace**The weekend was finally here, and for once, I had my wife all to myself. Megan was always drowning in work, but today, thanks to her cramps, she was staying in. A silver lining in her suffering? Maybe. But hey, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.Yesterday, though? A damn nightmare. I came home to find Megan lying on the floor, barely conscious. My heart stopped. And who was conveniently there? Aria. That deranged lunatic. My brain instantly jumped to conclusions—had she poisoned Megan? Stolen her soul? Summoned demons to drag her into another dimension? With Aria, you never know. That girl is wild, untamed, mischievous, and hell-bent on getting me into her bed. If she had actually harmed my wife, I swear the last thing she’d see would be my hands around her throat. I just needed her out of our lives. I didn’t trust her one damn bit.But today was a new day. A day for relaxation. A day for romance. A day to prove to my wife that I was the best husband in the univer

She stood there in her usual I-do-what-I-want attire-an absurdly short skirt, a crop top, and a black hoodie, unzipped just enough to show off her flat stomach and her ample assets. She cocked a brow at me, clearly wondering why I was still blocking the door.If she had any common sense, she'd realize I was blocking the door because I didn't want her in my house.But of course, that would require Aria to possess a brain cell or two.She stared at me expectantly, but I didn't move. It was a silent challenge-one that I desperately hoped would end with her getting annoyed and leaving.No such luck.With a huff, she shoved past me, marching into the house like she owned the place. Not even a good morning, sir? Rude.I smirked as I shut the door. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."Aria rolled her eyes and shook her head.Did she just... ignore me?I blinked, watching as she tugged off her oversized earrings, stuffed them into her bag, and started tying her h

It’s almost dinner time, and she’s still not back.I’ve been waiting all damn day. No call. No message. Nothing.Every few minutes, my eyes flick to my phone, hoping—expecting—to see her name on the screen. But each time, I’m met with silence. No missed calls, no texts, just the empty, mocking glow of the screen.With a frustrated sigh, I toss the phone onto the couch, running a hand through my hair. Anger cuts through my veins like a live wire, pulsing with every second that passes.I need a drink.Before I do something really stupid—like stomping over to wherever she is and dragging her the hell out of there.I make my way to the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring myself a drink. The amber liquid burns as it slides down my throat, but it does nothing to cool the fire simmering inside me. I take another sip. Then another. But the frustration lingers, clinging to me like a second skin.I don’t know how long I sit there, lost in my thoughts, nursing my drink as the bot

Aria's breath caught sharply as she pressed a hand against George's chest, pushing him back—but it was too gentle. Too damn gentle."George," she hissed, her voice strained with something that didn’t belong in a workplace. "I’m at work.""And?" George smirked, not an ounce of hesitation in him. "What, is your boss some kind of tyrant who won’t let you have visitors?"If only he knew.She sighs, clearly exasperated. “I still need to put the kids to bed.”He pouts. Actually pouts. “Come with me instead.”Oh, he’s got some fucking nerve.I exhale slowly, my control hanging by a damn thread. If this jackass doesn’t leave my house in the next ten seconds, I swear—Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get worse, the bastard pulled her into him again, kissing her. More desperate this time, his hands greedily roaming over her body like they were in a damn brothel. And she fucking let him.The nerve of him. And Aria? She was breathless, clearly enjoying every second of it. She was suppos

More tears spill down her cheeks, and she turns away from me, her back rigid as she desperately wipes at them. But it’s useless—they keep falling, betraying her. Then, the soft padding of small feet against the floor catches my attention. Lacey shuffles into the living room, clutching a teddy bear in one hand, her other hand rubbing at her sleepy eyes. She blinks up at us, confusion knitting her tiny brows.Aria stiffens, sucking in a sharp breath before hurriedly swiping at her tear-streaked face, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. But Lacey isn't fooled. Her frown deepens, her little voice laced with concern."Aria, are you crying?" Lacey’s small voice is laced with concern as she clutches her teddy bear tighter, tilting her head to the side. Her big, drowsy eyes flick between Aria’s tear-streaked face and mine, her little brows furrowing in worry.Aria quickly crouches down, smoothing Lacey’s messy hair with trembling fingers, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite