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"Get out. All of you." Alone again, I collapsed into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me like a dying animal. Ella's signature stared up from the papers, each elegant curve a betrayal. How long had she been planning this? The thought of her meeting secretly with that lawyer, Gregory Chris, made bile rise in my throat. Was she sleeping with him? Had she spread her legs for him like she had for me, playing the innocent while plotting her escape? My phone was in my hand before I realized I'd moved, thumbs flying across the screen: "Tell my dear uncle he should be more careful about where he takes my wife. Those hotel security cameras catch everything."

“You’re sick and selfish. And whatever you're doing, it won’t end well. So you better back off now.” “You sound just like him, you know, not just in the same rasping voice he uses whenever he comes over to my apartment, something more,” she taunts. “Like Father, like son. Though at least your former wife had the sense to dump your cheating ass. Smart woman. She even went for one richer than you? I should meet her someday and take tips since you all in your family find it hard to pin one woman down and stay with her.” He doesn’t remember hanging up.

“Please Bella, understand. I know I did you dirty, but please don’t drag this out with me. I need some time.” “Then what about me?” Isabella asked with a hopeless look in her eyes “My husband of five years just told me that I should accommodate his affairs and act like nothing has changed. Tell me, who will stand by my side and comfort me?” Isabella felt like the most pathetic woman on earth. It was one thing for her husband to cheat on her, but not being sober about it was a whole new level of disrespect to their union. “Gerald, I will not accept this explanation. It’s either me or your mistress. So, who do you choose?”

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.

I pulled out my fingers, juice coated my hands and soaked the sheets. I opened my eyes slowly and shame flooded me immediately, but...why? There was absolutely nothing too be ashamed of . It was my fault for getting married too a man who only fucked once for two fucking minutes. And now all I wanted was too be fucked by this dad. I couldn't tell if this thought was still out of fantasy or what I desperately truly needed. I sat upright, about to clean myself up and yet Kael wouldn't leave my head. God, I couldn't believe this was just another thought of cheating on my husband. With his dad, my mum's close friend. But still...not like two months before now, I never imagined myself getting marr

While I was upstairs curling my hair and checking the oven, he’d already decided the marriage was over. “Leave,” I said. Julian stayed where he was. My hand was shaking hard enough beneath the table that I had to close it into a fist. “Julian, just— get out.” My voice cracked on the last word. He looked at me for a second without saying anything. Then he turned and walked away. I kept staring at the laptop screen even though I couldn’t read a single word on it anymore. His footsteps crossed the apartment slowly. A pause near the front door. Then the soft click when it shut behind him. That was it.

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?" "Standard disclaimers," I said, simply. "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all." "Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."

Henry's brows pulled together as he adjusted his posture. Suspicious. “That's none of your business,” He said, extending a hand to take the picture from me but I stepped back. “Oh it is, you don't think your wife would be hurt to know you're cheating on her? That too, with a stranger?” I questioned further, my voice firmer than before. “Exactly. Why would I cheat with a stranger? Plus, aren't you a little too worried for a fake wife?” He fired back. I shook my head slightly, unable to understand what the hell he meant.

CHAPTER 124: Stalemate Her eyes narrowed at me. “It was nothing more than evidence that my husband has been cheating on me. With his assistant of all people.” Her voice cracked on the last word, whether with fury or grief, I couldn’t yet tell. But it was real and raw, and enough to send a ripple of pleasure through me. She believed it. Or at least, she wanted to believe it badly enough to stand here and spit the words out like venom.