All Chapters of You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Lyra heard the muffled moan, followed by the creak of furniture. Her entire body froze. She had just returned from an international merger negotiation—a grueling three-day trip she had undertaken on behalf of her husband, Tristan Cole. He was supposed to meet her at the airport, but he never showed up.He’s probably stuck in traffic, she had told herself on the ride home. Or finishing a late call.The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly as she approached the bedroom they had shared for six years.For a moment she desperately wanted to believe she was mistaken. Her instincts screamed to stop, but her feet moved involuntarily. The door was slightly ajar. Without hesitation, Lyra peeked inside.Tristan and a woman who looked like a high-fashion model were tangled on the bed—her matrimonial bed.“Oh, fuck me… Tris…”The woman’s soft cries filled the room. Her messy hair swung with every movement as Tristan held her tighter. They were so entirely lost in each other that they never notice

“I will make sure I fuck you so good that you'll stop fantasizing about another man.”Tristan’s venomous words hit Lyra like a physical blow—a toxic threat wrapped in a dark, humiliating temptation.He hadn’t touched her like this in over a year and a half. The last time they had sex—right before she left for the trip—had lasted less than a minute. He’d said he was tired, rolled away, and left her aching for an intimacy she had long since stopped expecting.“Get off me!” she shouted, shoving at his chest. He barely budged. Instead, he forced her legs apart and pinned her harder against the wall.“I still own you,” he growled.He ripped her shirt open—buttons scattered across the tiled floor. The sudden exposure sent an unwanted jolt through her as he buried his face between her breasts; he clamped his mouth over her nipple, sucking with a rough, punishing intensity that felt less like passion and more like a predator marking its territory.“God, it hurts!” Lyra gasped, her hands tangl

RRRING!The sharp sound of Lyra’s phone cut through the cold guest room. She arched her back against the hard wooden bed, every muscle aching, and fumbled for the device that had been ringing nonstop.The screen’s glow banished the last of her sleep. Missed calls stacked one after another from the same unknown number. The time read 10:00 a.m.She sat up too fast, panic flickering—she hadn’t made Tristan’s breakfast as she always did.Then her eyes caught the mirror beside the closet. The dark, ugly bruise stretching across her cheekbone from yesterday's brutal encounter against the wall caught the morning light.She touched it lightly, and the entire wreckage of her marriage rushed back. Nowhere to go. Nothing in her name. The pain settled deeper than the bruise.KNOCK!“Open the fucking door.”The voice was familiar—the same one that had been moaning Tristan’s name in her bed. Lyra walked to the door and opened it.“You lazy bitch.”SPLASH!Iced water hit her full in the face. The sh