Todos los capítulos de Helping Out My Wife’s Boyfriends: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Anson Lyndhurst paused and sighed."When I found out she was cheating, I was bitter too. I made a scene and asked for a divorce. She even spent a whole week on her knees by my hospital bed, begging me to take her back."And what happened? She never stopped taking lovers. You aren't the first, and Rory Castellan won't be the last. Give it up. Use this chance to walk away while you can still get a generous settlement out of it."Gabriel Sutcliffe instinctively objected. "I'm not in it for the money. My feelings for Eleanor are real."However, when he met Anson's calm, knowing gaze, he fell silent in guilt and looked away.A moment later, he gritted his teeth. "I want $50 million and an apartment in Ambermoor."Anson smiled and handed him a nondisclosure agreement.Gabriel signed it with a mocking expression."I heard you asked for $50 million too before you agreed not to divorce her, Anson. Eleanor's lovers have come and gone all these years, but you, the son of a gambling addict

Anson quickly hid the box behind his back and forced himself to stay calm. "Nothing.""Nothing?"Eleanor let out a cold laugh and strode over. She snatched the box from his hand, and her eyes turned icy the moment she read the label."Anson, have you been using protection this whole time?"Every time she had been lost in the heat of the moment, Anson had quietly made sure she would not get pregnant.Her voice dropped dangerously low, thick with the fury of someone who had been deceived."You never wanted to have a baby with me at all, did you?"Anson lowered his eyes, his tone flat. "I'm just not ready yet.""Enough!"Eleanor hurled the box to the floor, and condoms scattered everywhere.Looking at Anson's calm, distant face, she felt an inexplicable surge of anger rush through her, along with a strange sense of panic.It felt as though the man who used to laugh with her, cry for her, and get jealous over her was gone for good."Unbelievable." Eleanor gritted her teeth, her

The hurricane tore through Saltmere, and the howling wind drove the rain against the old tenement in the slums until the whole building shook violently.Burning with a fever and barely able to think straight, Anson had only just made it to the door when a deafening crash came from behind him, and half of the old building collapsed.He used the last of his strength to get outside. The rain soaked him through in an instant, and his wounds stung under the downpour.He took shelter in the nearest small clinic, only to find it already packed with people escaping the storm.Someone said in a low voice that the old doctor who ran the place had been struck on the head by falling debris during the night. He had died, and his body was still lying in the back room because no one dared go near it.Anson pushed down the ache in his chest and lifted the edge of the curtain to look. Out of the sense of duty he had carried since medical school, he went in and gently closed the old doctor's eyes.

After shoving Anson into the room with that group of wild heiresses, Eleanor did not leave right away. She stood in the hallway and took out her phone, her finger hovering over the screen.A message she had already typed out sat waiting in the text box.[He's my actual husband. Scare him a little, but nobody lays a hand on him.]Before she could hit send, the sound of dress shoes came from the end of the hallway."Ms. Vandermeer."Rory hurried toward her, his white shirt bright in the dim light, looking shaken.He pulled her into his arms, his voice unsteady. "I was all alone at the house. The storm just passed, and the windows wouldn't stop rattling. I didn't want to be there by myself."Eleanor frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?""You weren't answering my calls." Rory looked at her, his eyes tired and searching. "I missed you."Eleanor softened and wrapped an arm around his waist.She set her phone down on the windowsill in the hallway without thinking.Out of the

Eleanor took the divorce decree and went over the agreement carefully. Her fingers tightened, crumpling the edges of the paper.It was her signature, no doubt about it, yet she could not remember ever signing a divorce agreement.Only when she saw the date did it slowly come back to her. That was the day Anson had cleaned up the mess after Gabriel caused a scene.He had asked her to sign the transfer contract for the Ambermoor apartment, and she had signed with a flourish without even glancing at it. That was when he slipped the divorce agreement in with the rest.Eleanor stood frozen, as if all the strength had drained out of her.She remembered the look on Anson's face when he handed her the documents. He had been calm and distant, as if he were dealing with some unimportant paperwork.She could not believe Anson had made up his mind to divorce her that long ago, so determined to leave her that he was willing to walk away with nothing.She may have cheated and kept lovers, but