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Time flew by quickly. When we both came out of the bathroom, the sky was darker, blocking out the sunlight. Raindrops wet the large windows surrounding us. Hugo hugged me from behind again, but when he was about to kiss my neck, I stopped him. “No. I don’t want my husband to get suspicious.” “Ah, I’m curious about one thing,” he said. I turned around and looked at him with a curious expression. “About what?” His lips formed a sly smile. “I’m curious about Mrs. Lisa Walker’s sex life. Does the honorable and wealthy Mr. Chris Walker not satisfy his beautiful wife’s sexual desires? And how many men have already enjoyed your beautiful body?”

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.

He raised his glass toward Julian, but his intense gaze remained firmly pinned to me. “Your wife has an exceptional talent for giving men exactly what they need when they're starving." I choked on my own breath, quickly pulling the bottle away and stepping back into the shadows of the dining room. My hands were shaking so hard the glass bottle clicked against my wedding ring. They were torturing me, playing with me right in front of my oblivious, arrogant husband. But as the dinner dragged on and the business talk continued, the panic began to fade into a numb, desperate hope. They hadn't exposed me. They hadn't dropped a single hint that Julian could actually understand.

“What do you think, Alice?” “I've heard of cases where a husband sells his wife to a conglomerate and the conglomerate can easily bring her overseas and take her to a luxurious hotel. I can't imagine if that's what Alex is doing right now. Maybe he sold Claire to a tycoon, and then the tycoon asked to meet at this hotel.” Noah's mind was racing. Thinking about every single thing Alice said. His eyes widened at the thought that Alex really was a depraved husband. “That's right. Alex is just a manual laborer, he wouldn't have the money to buy a ticket to Australia even if he collected his salary for a few months. The only possibility is that Alex sold Claire. What a jerk! He sold his own wife?

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied. She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore. What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

"He brought the evidence into your home? Into your bedroom?" "He didn't even try to hide it once I confronted him. That’s when he shifted. That’s when the 'open marriage' talk started. He said since I haven't been able to give him an heir, he has the right to find satisfaction elsewhere while I keep the Winchester name respectable here.” “He said he wants a legacy,” I whispered. “And apparently, I’m not enough to give him one. But I can still play the perfect wife while he builds it somewhere else.” Andrea didn't speak for a long moment. She just stared at me, her lawyer’s mind clearly stripping away Damian’s "progressive" phrasing to reveal the ugly truth underneath.

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

My eyes widened in shock. “He actually still cares about Helena.” I let out a quick laugh. In the book, Julian was the “second male lead”—the rival to the main hero in love. And of course, second leads never win. They’re destined to lose the girl. “But this time, I’ll flip the script!” My phone buzzed. “He replied!” I squealed in excitement, but my body instantly dropped when I read it: ‘You’re married. A married woman doesn’t betray her husband, does she?’

The husband remarried two years later, and he brought his new wife to this country. The same thing happened again. The ending is that the husband obtained a huge insurance payout by selling his wife to a nightclub. The husband, after receiving two compensations, was ready to give up because he had found true love. But later, true love sold him to the night scene, turning him into a human pig as well. After returning to his home country, he reported his death and received a huge insurance payout. And this true love was actually the best friend of the husband's first wife.