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I snapped, my tone harsher than I intended. "Elena, what's the problem?” he asked. Anger laced down my already shaken voice as I struggled to speak. “Talk to me, Can we talk in my office?" he asked, his tone softening. As soon as we entered, he leaned in, attempting to wipe the little droplets of tears from my eyes. "Don't touch me, Raymond!" I yelled. "I can't believe you did this to me, Raymond. I trusted you. How could you?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with betrayal.

“I want to make sure I’m definitely keeping you before I blow up my whole life.” I grip her jaw and tilt her face to look up at me. “You’re keeping me, Avery.” I know she was making a joke, but it doesn’t stop the involuntary feeling of inadequacy from creeping in caused by being in a marriage with an unfaithful partner. The last thing I want to do in this moment is unleash all my baggage on Avery but I’d be lying if I didn’t feel just a little bit insecure at times. And while I do realize that women are attracted to me, I also know that feelings change and also that Avery is twenty-one and I am not.

And that was more than enough. “Love doesn’t follow rules. It breaks them. Bends them. And when it’s real, it rewrites everything.” Author’s Note: To every reader who picked up this story, Thank You. Thank you for giving me the chance to explore an unfamiliar path, to dive into a world of complex bonds, taboo desires, and deep emotional healing. This storyline pushed me as a writer. It challenged my comfort zone in the best possible way, and your support gave me the courage to keep going.

My back was covered completely in black and blue, bruises I haven’t known were there in the first place. “H-How?” “Infidelity signs.” She pointed out, and I looked at her. “What?” I whispered. “These are signs you or your other half have been having intercourse with another, someone who is not his mate.” She explained. Her words echoed through my head, and I swallowed dryly. “It’s my fault.” I mumbled under my breath, and hung my head. She plopped beside me, holding my shoulders in a firm grip. “Tell me the truth, Eloise.” She encouraged, and I raised my teary eyes at her.

“Well said.” “Infidelity isn't just immoral. It’s reckless,” I continued. “Especially when the man in question has enemies watching for cracks. One scandal, one photo, and their leverage disappears.” “You sound like someone who’s seen that up close.” I smiled faintly. “You could say that.” Alan leaned back. “So you’re married, Damien?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “To someone who makes me want to be better every day. Someone I’d never betray.”

PART ONE: The prince's chambers smelled of sandalwood and frustration. Duy Nam had been patient—too patient—with his new bride, Ánh Nguyệt. Court-bred, virginal, shy beneath her silks. Every night, the same demure resistance, the same whispered excuses. Tonight, he'd had enough. He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. If I’m going to confide in you, I need you. I need Wren, my best friend. Not Wren, West’s brother. Which means this stays between me and you. Can you promise me that?” “I promise.” One thing I could count on was that Wren always kept his promises to me. “West didn’t really do anything to me. It’s that this key thing and me not wanting to move in with him has him accusing me of…of fooling around.” The tone in Wren’s voice was a combination of anger, surprise, and disgust. “He accused you of cheating on him? Cath, he’s known you forever. He should know that you would never do that.”

This was on my second to last day, after 5 PM, when the few people that were still working in the office had long left the court. My desk was situated in front of the first row of shelved books and there was almost no distance between my chair and the shelves. The book he was looking for was situated in that first row and he had to pass behind me to get to the book. I offered to get it for him but he wouldn’t hear of it. When he first went to get the book he was facing the shelves, and even though I tried to make as much room for him as possible, as he went along the shelf, his huge ass grazed my head for a couple of seconds and I could swear that he was making it longer than it should have

phrasing to reveal the ugly truth underneath. "A legacy," she repeated, her voice dripping with venom. "He’s using the IVF failures as a hall pass, Emilka. He’s trying to make his infidelity your fault so you’ll be too guilty to fight him." "It's working," I admitted. "Because every time I think about leaving, I think about the fact that he's right. I haven't given him what he needs.

A long pause later, he finally gritted out, "I know I hurt and betrayed you, Gen, but the child is innocent—" "The child?" I laughed, tears nearly spilled down my cheeks. "And what about me? What about the last five years I spent married to you? "Tell me, Tristan. Did you think about me even for a minute when you took Lara home and slept with her in our bed?" He kept his head down, raking his fingers through his hair. He said hoarsely, "I was drunk at the time—" "Drunk?" I shot to my feet, the cup of coffee spilling on the ground and the porcelain mug shattering into pieces. "Quit lying, Tristan! You looked fine and sober when the security camera caught you! You were beaming like you won the