All Chapters of His Ex-wife Secret Lover: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Margaret's POVMorning came slowly, but it brought no peace to Caroline. She had been awake for hours, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Every part of her body felt heavy with pain and old memories.Sleep had arrived very late and disappeared too soon. Her thoughts kept her awake, thoughts she could not push away. The walls of the room felt too close, almost like they were closing in on her.A soft knock came at the door.“Ma’am Caroline?” Samantha’s voice was gentle and careful. “May I come in?”Caroline paused. No one ever asked her permission these days. After a moment, she answered quietly, “Yes.”Samantha opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it softly behind her. She did not hurry forward. She stood still for a second, looking at Caroline’s pale face and the stiff way she sat on the bed, protecting herself even now.“You didn’t come down for breakfast this morning,” Samantha said in a low voice. “I got worried.”“I’m fine,” Caroline said out of habit, but her voice

Margaret's POVCaroline closed her door and leaned hard against it. Her chest rose and fell fast, like she had been running. Her hands still shook, as though the fear from Ethan’s room was clinging to her skin. She checked the lock once, then again, then a third time. She listened for footsteps in the hallway. Nothing came. Only then did she let out a long, shaky breath.She walked slowly to the bed and sat down. Her knees felt weak, ready to give out. The wounds on her back burned, but right now the pain in her mind was much worse. She reached behind her, under her top, and pulled out the small folded paper she had hidden inside the hook of her bra. The number stared back at her, black ink on white, proof that she had risked everything in Ethan’s room.She folded the paper again, smaller this time, and slipped it deep inside the lining of her handbag. Then she pushed the bag far under the bed, out of sight. She stood up and looked around the room, unsure what to do next. Every tiny s

Margaret's POVCaroline froze. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Shock rushed through her body like ice-cold water. Her heart pounded so hard it made her chest ache. She stared at the face she knew too well, Ethan's face, unable to make sense of it all.“Ethan?” she stammered. “You? How? What are you doing here?” Questions flooded her mind all at once. Nothing felt real. Her legs felt weak and shaky, but a sudden anger pushed her to her feet. She stood up fast and rushed toward him.She started hitting his chest with her fists, crying and shouting. “What have you done? Why do you always trouble me?” she screamed. “Why do you have a problem with me?” Her voice broke into sobs, but she kept hitting him. “You cheat on me. You don’t even hide it. So why am I not allowed to breathe? Why am I not allowed to meet anyone?”Tears streamed down her face as the words poured out. “You don’t love me,” she said. “If you don’t love me, why can’t I meet someone

Margaret's POVEthan didn’t give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips with bruising force and slammed into her again, harder, deeper, relentless. His thick cock stretched her pussy wide, filling every inch until she felt split open. Caroline’s back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.She tried to hold back. She tried to stay silent, to keep some piece of herself from him. But Ethan fucked like he wanted to break her.He pounded into her with brutal rhythm long, punishing strokes that slapped wetly against her ass. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, slick and hot, betraying her body even as her mind screamed no.“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ethan growled, voice rough. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half so he could go even deeper. The new angle hit that spot inside her over and over. Caroline’s moans escaped before she could stop them, loud, broken, desperate.“Ah—Ethan!” she gasped, nails diggi

Margaret's POVI couldn’t let Caroline walk away like that. Not after seeing those scars, not after the way she spoke to me. I chased after her through the crowd, my heart pounding.I caught up and grabbed her arm gently. She tried to pull away, but I held on. I raised her sleeve.More scars. Thin lines, faded bruises, marks that looked old and new mixed together. I lifted the other sleeve—more of the same. Then I gently pulled her scarf aside just enough to see the faint red lines across her neck.I felt sick. Speechless. Angry.“When did all this happen?” I asked, voice shaking. “How did it happen, Caroline? Who did this to you?”She looked at me for a long second. Then she scoffed and started laughing. Nothing about it was funny.“Answer me, Caroline. Who did this?” I asked again, louder but still low so no one else would hear.She chuckled again, colder this time.“Oh, now you care, huh?” she said. “Now you care about me. Surprising.”Her words hit me hard. I felt tears sting my e