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But it wasn’t empty. In the living room, bent over the coffee table dusting, was Sophia, the 24-year-old maid his wife had hired three months ago. She wore the tiny uniform Claire had chosen. The dress had ridden up as she worked, revealing the bottom curves of her firm, round ass and a glimpse of black lace panties. Daniel stopped in the doorway, briefcase still in hand. His cock stirred instantly at the sight. Sophia hadn’t heard him enter. She continued cleaning, humming softly, her hips swaying as she reached across the table. The movement made her short skirt ride even higher.

Bella Pov A package arrived at my mom's house addressed to me from a publishing company. I opened it and found a manuscript with a cover letter. "Dear Ms Morgan, We are publishing a memoir by Karen Tyler titled 'The Other Woman: A Love Story.' As someone mentioned extensively in the book we wanted to give you an advance copy and an opportunity to provide comment. Please contact us if you would like to respond." My hands shook as I read the letter. Karen was writing a book. A memoir about the affair. About the trial. About everything. And they were publishing it. They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life.

She breathed in soft, uneven whispers as her fingertips traced lightly across my back, leaving faint marks behind. Sweat dampened the ends of her hair, making them stick to her temples. She looked completely drained, and her body went limp against the bed. I leaned down and planted a kiss against her slightly damp hair. A mix of satisfaction and guilt rose in my chest. This was my wife's cousin, after all. Yet, the thrill of crossing that line burned through me like fire. It was impossible to resist. Outside, the night had deepened. Inside, the warmth still lingered. I held Hannah's soft body tightly, as if she were my lover.

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I am a monster, a man ruled by a weakness I can’t control. The phone vibrates, a low, insistent hum on the marble counter. It’s Dmitri. I ignore it, but the buzzing persists, a constant, irritating reminder of the world outside, a world I am no longer fit to inhabit. My duty, my legacy, my carefully constructed life, it’s all a lie. A beautiful, meticulously crafted lie that Adrian Volkov has shattered with a single, devastating kiss.

A place for secrets. A place for love that couldn't survive daylight. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air was cold and stale, but it still held traces of him, pine smoke, steel, and something warm that made my chest ache. I sank onto the edge of the narrow bed and pressed my yearbook to my lap. The cover was bent. A smear of dried blood marked one corner where I must've grabbed it after Selena kicked me down. Graduation. Everyone else would have pages filled with signatures and inside jokes and promises to visit.

Now, with him standing in the middle of the living room, it felt like very much like a cage. I turned to him, throwing my key card onto the couch. "Okay, let's talk." I said, crossing my hands stubbornly over my chest. "You really don't find anything weird about this? A twenty-six-year-old woman and a... whatever you are, living in the same room? Does the 'Professional Bodyguard Handbook' have a chapter on how to ignore the fact that I actually exist as a human being?" Cassian set my suitcase down by the sofa. He didn't look annoyed. He didn't even look interested in what I'd just said. He just had that same boring professional look still very much plastered on his face.

Sophia’s place. I sat up slowly, blinking at the unfamiliar space around me. The bedroom was beautiful. Soft green walls, a large window draped in light curtains, and a potted plant in the corner that looked like it had been loved for years. A stack of half-read books sat beside the bed on a low table. There was a photo frame with Sophia and a group of friends on what looked like a hiking trail, all sunburned cheeks and crooked teeth smiles. The duvet was ivory, thick and heavy like a hug, and the room felt... safe. Like it had been built to soften the weight of the world. A folded grey t-shirt and gown sat neatly on the chair nearby. I stood, stretched out the stiffness from my back, and ma

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

I felt humiliated and exposed, and I wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. As if that wasn't enough, the woman then turned to the crowd, her voice booming, "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to tell you the truth about Tom. He's been lying to all of us, but especially to Ava," She pointed at me, and I felt a flush of shame wash over me, "Tom has been having an affair with me for the past year. And now, he's trying to hide the truth from all of you." The room went silent, and the crowd stared at us in shock.