All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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She's Getting Bolder.

My mind was still running hard, turning over the cleanest ways to cut the McKenzies out, and I was so deep in it that Samantha’s voice didn’t reach me at first.Then I felt her.Her hand was already over the front of my trousers, pressing firmly against my pussy through the fabric, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that found my clit and stayed there. The sudden contact snapped the calculations clean in half.“Thought you’d never pay attention to me,” Samantha murmured, leaning in to kiss my neck.A low moan left me before I could stop it. The tension that had locked my shoulders finally loosened as the pleasure took over. I tilted my head to give her more room, breathing out against her hair while her lips continued along my skin.“That’s it. Just focus on me, Mika.”She stood, pulled me up from the chair, and turned me around so I was bent over the edge of the table. The wood was cool under my palms. Behind me she worked my trousers and pan

Bold and Reckless Indulgence.

“Fuck...right there, don’t stop-”The words tore out of me between grunts while the car rocked in small, steady motions that grew sharper every time my hips rolled harder against Samantha’s. The air inside was thick and humid, sweat slid down the valley between my breasts and along the small of my back, making my open blouse cling to damp skin. Both of us were slick wherever we touched, thighs, stomachs, the insides of our arms. My blouse hung open, the front completely undone, one side slipped off my shoulder. My trousers and panties had long been gone, kicked somewhere onto the floorboard in a tangled heap. I had two fingers buried deep inside Samantha, the wet heat of her gripping me on every thrust while my thumb kept firm pressure on her swollen clit. Her dress was shoved high under her arms, breasts bare and bouncing with every movement, nipples tight and dark. She moaned into my neck, open-mouthed and wet, breath hot against my skin, one leg

It's Her.

Days slipped by in a steady, almost gentle rhythm.Opticon Evo stayed busy, meetings, prototypes, late lab nights, but the weight that used to sit on both our shoulders had lightened. Mornings often started with coffee shared over the kitchen counter. Evenings ended with Samantha half-asleep against my side while I scrolled through reports. We were tired, but we were happy. The company was growing, and for once the growth felt clean.•••••••••••One week after Dennis first contacted Alicia.The licensing meeting for Atlas’s core program took place in one of Opticon Evo’s smaller conference rooms. Late afternoon light came through the glass wall. Samantha sat at the head of the table with the printed terms in front of her. I stayed slightly behind and to her right, present but quiet unless she needed me. Albert and Dennis arrived on time. Albert’s polite smile looked thinner than usual.Samantha opened without wasting words.“Five-year

Must Be An Illusion.

After sitting in the car long enough for the engine to cool, I finally decided to step out. The moment my shoes hit the pavement I looked up the sidewalk in both directions.The woman was gone.I rubbed my eyes hard with the heel of one hand, blinked, and scanned the street again, past the fence, the empty lot, the distant corner where the sidewalk bent out of sight. Nothing. No familiar figure, no movement that matched what I had seen. My body stayed locked in place anyway. A fine tremor ran through my arms and down into my legs, the kind that comes after an adrenaline spike that never finds its target.“I must be hallucinating,” I muttered under my breath. “Just an illusion. That’s all.”I tried to force the words into something solid enough to believe. They didn’t quite stick.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Samantha’s name filled the screen. I answered on the second ring, turning back toward the car so my voice would sound steadier than I felt.“H

The Start of Samantha's Energy-Reserve Project.

Two weeks after the site visit, the real estate agent sent the updated environmental clearance. I opened the email on my phone while Samantha was still at her workbench, then walked over and showed her the attachment.“Clearance came through,” I said. “I’m forwarding it to Luis now so he can move on the next permits.”She looked up, eyes bright, and nodded. “Good. Let’s not lose any time.”I sent the file, then stepped back and let her return to the code she had been refining.Preparation for the groundbreaking moved quickly after that. Samantha chose the contractor and the main suppliers herself. I stayed out of the final decisions on purpose. It was her project, and she needed the freedom to shape it the way she wanted. Most of her choices made sense, experienced crews, reliable material sources, clear timelines. One decision, though, caught me completely off guard.She insisted on hiring as many locals as possible.Men from the surrounding n

It's Really, Claire.

The lab floor was chaotic in the best way.Samantha moved like a current through the space, out of her glass office, down the short corridor to her workstation, back again with a tablet in one hand and a half-finished schematic in the other. The sudden surge in demand for Opticore-1 had hit while she was deep in a new update for the chip, and the whole company felt the pressure. Phones rang, engineers called across benches, Alicia’s voice carried from the front as she fielded another client follow-up. I sat on the sofa in her office with a mug of coffee, watching her. Every turn she made, every quick decision she gave to the team, pulled a quiet kind of pride through me. She had grown into this so naturally.When she finally noticed me staring, color rose in her cheeks. She crossed the room, leaned down, and gave me a soft kiss.“That’s a bribe,” she said, lashes lowering in that deliberate way she knew I couldn’t ignore. “Can you go to the constructi

Claire Got a Life of Her Own.

The loud bang of the cement sacks hitting the ground brought Ruiz and half a dozen workers running.“Ms. Stonefield....you all right?” Ruiz reached us first, eyes moving quickly between me and the woman I was still holding. “Anyone hurt?”A couple of the crew stopped short when they saw how close I was standing to her, my hands still on her arms. The moment stretched just long enough for me to feel the weight of their attention.I let go of Claire smoothly and stepped back, straightening my jacket as if nothing unusual had happened. The composure settled over me like a familiar coat.“You okay?” I asked her, keeping my voice even and not using her name. I checked her over quickly, face, arms, the way she was standing, then turned to the safety lead who had followed Ruiz.“Stacks this high are a hazard. Anything stored out here stays at chest level or lower from now on. No exceptions. Get a team on this row and bring it down before someone else gets caught.”T

Relief and Guilt.

The small living room held a quiet, lived-in warmth. Afternoon light came through the thin curtains in soft stripes across the worn rug. A child’s drawing was taped to the side of the refrigerator, and the low scent of laundry detergent and something cooked earlier still hung in the air. Harvey stayed pressed against Claire’s side, one small hand resting on her knee, while Yves hovered close enough that the concern on his face was impossible to miss.His eyes went straight to the wrap around her ankle.“Does it still hurt? Do you need anything, ice, painkillers, a better pillow under it?”Harvey tugged at his mother’s sleeve, small face serious.“Mommy, does it hurt? Are you okay?”Claire brushed the boy’s hair back and reassured them both with a soft smile. I took the opening to step toward the door, careful not to linger in the middle of their space.“I should go. I have somewhere else I need to be. It was good meeting you.”Yves straight

The Closure We Both Needed.

The guilt did not leave just because Claire was safe and smiling with her family.I started spending more days at the construction site, telling Samantha the progress needed closer supervision and that she should stay focused on Opticore-1 and the lab. It was not exactly a lie. The site did need attention. But the deeper reason sat heavier: I needed to be near Claire long enough to find a way to make something right, even years too late. As long as the old regret kept looping inside me, I could not give Samantha the full weight of what she deserved. Part of me stayed locked around a failure I had never been allowed to fix.Days passed. Then the invitation came.Claire’s son was turning six. The party was simple, neighbors, a few of the local workers from the site, plastic tablecloths, a cake with too much frosting. I bought the limited-edition remote-control car from the series Harvey had been talking about on passing and wrapped it myself. When

Taking Care of Her is Top Priority.

I barely remembered the drive.Streetlights smeared across the windshield. My hands stayed tight on the wheel the whole way. By the time I reached Sutton and took the stairs two at a time, my pulse was still hammering in my throat. I pushed the bedroom door open without knocking.Samantha was on the bed, curled tightly into herself, both arms locked around her middle. Her face was pale against the pillow, a thin sheen of sweat at her temples and upper lip. The moment she heard me she tried to straighten, but another wave of pain pulled a small, broken sound from her throat. The air in the room felt too warm, heavy with the quiet strain of someone who had been hurting alone.I was at her side in three steps.“I’ve got you.” My voice came out rougher than I wanted. I yanked the nightstand drawer open, found the painkillers, and poured water from the pitcher. The glass trembled once in my hand before I steadied it. “Sit up a little. Just enough to swallow

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