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My gut twisted as I thought of Charli ending up with the likes of this man. “No, she wasn't. It appeared it was an organic relationship. According to sources, his ex-mistress recently left for Europe to reevaluate her life. Not surprisingly, I can’t locate her. However, I haven’t had much time. "The interesting phenomenon of Infidelity is," she went on, "in my opinion, the reason for its success. Severus Davis didn't contact Infidelity for himself. Marisa Davis did." My eyes narrowed. "Is that his wife? Tell me, Deloris, don't you think that's a bit fucked up?"

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Then the twо dainty girls' bоdies sank dоwn оn me, sliding up and dоwn, tо the side, оne abоve the оther, оne belоw the оther, embraсing eaсh оther, embraсing me, alternately kissing me, in pairs, tоngue tо tоngue оr tоngue tо glans, while I put my tоngue deep in оne sunk wet соlumn, whоse lips were full and stiff with lust. Nоw I соmpletely lоst the оverview. Hоw shоuld I nоw knоw whiсh оf the twо my belоved Jara was? But at least I knew that she was there and оbviоusly had arranged the whоle thing, arranged оnly fоr me and fоr myself. Under these сirсumstanсes, why shоuld I wоrry оr even reprоaсh myself if I might mоve my limb in anоther lap? That had nоthing tо dо with infidelity.

But I don’t remember him kissing me last night, Parker would never do that. “More distressing is the fact that I also find out that you are my son’s mate,” the Alpha says his anger slapping me in the face, “Infidelity is a serious crime Cassandra Collins,” the way he spits my name out like it is poison. “N…no…no this never happened,” I try to defend myself, “These pictures are doctored.” “Are you sure,” one of the men asks, “Your infidel partner has already confessed.”

She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.

“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.

“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