"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
Jasmine
Sweat drips down my body despite the air conditioning blasting in the car. My hands tremble as I clutch the divorce agreement, my fingers tightening around the edges.
My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and relief swelling inside me. I can't believe this moment has finally arrived-I am divorcing Maxwell. The man I once believed was my forever.
We have been married for three years, and before that, we were college sweethearts.
Everyone expected us to tie the knot the moment we graduated. We were the perfect couple-the golden duo that made people believe in love.
The first year of our marriage is nothing short of a dream, filled with laughter, passion, and late-night talks that stretch until dawn.
But after that, everything crumbles. My love story turns into a nightmare of betrayal and deceit.
Maxwell is unfaithful. He doesn't even bother hiding it anymore. He comes home late, reeking of perfume that isn't mine, with lipstick stains on his collar and his phone screen, turned away from my sight.
Whenever I confront him, he gaslights me, calling me paranoid, insecure, and delusional. He twists the truth so masterfully that I almost start doubting myself.
But deep down, I know. I always know.
His emotional abuse is a wound that never heals, cutting deeper with every cold glance and dismissive word.
And as if that isn't enough, there is another painful reality weighing on my shoulders-I have not been able to conceive in the three years of our marriage.
This fact only worsens the tension between us. I overheard him complaining to his mother in hushed tones, his voice dripping with frustration.
I need a child, Mom. She can't give me one. The words sting more than any slap ever could.
I have visited doctors repeatedly, searching for answers, hoping to fix whatever is wrong with me, only to be told that there is nothing medically preventing me from conceiving.
Yet, in Maxwell's eyes, I am the problem.
I exhale shakily and step out of my car, my legs unsteady as I approach the house.
His car is parked neatly in the garage. My brows furrow. He should be at work right now.
Maxwell is the CEO of a multinational company-his job keeps him busy at all hours of the day. What is he doing at home at this time?
I shake off the uneasy feeling creeping up my spine and enter the house. The living room is eerily quiet.
That in itself is strange. Maxwell never likes silence. He always plays soft music, whether he's working or relaxing. The absence of sound unsettles me.
As I make my way toward our bedroom, a faint noise reaches my ears. I freeze. My breath catches in my throat. The sound is unmistakable-a moan.
My heart pounds violently against my ribs. My body stiffens, and my mind races through every possible explanation. Maybe I misheard. Maybe it's the television. Maybe-
Another moan. This time, it is louder. Clearer. Feminine.
Dread crashes over me like a tidal wave.
I inch closer to the bedroom, my hands shaking, my ears straining to catch every sound.
Then I hear it.
"Ah, Max, faster. Mmm, Max, you are incredible."
The voice is high-pitched, dripping with pleasure.
I stop breathing. A sharp pain stabs through my chest like a knife twisting in slow, agonizing circles.
The betrayal isn't new, but hearing it and witnessing it makes it all the more unbearable.
My fingers tighten into fists as rage boils inside me. I push the bedroom door open, my movements slow and deliberate, my heart thundering in my ears.
And there they are.
A naked woman is on top of my husband, her body bouncing on his lap as Maxwell grips her hips, his head thrown back in pleasure.
A red haze clouds my vision. The sight of them in our bed, on our sheets, in our home-it is too much.
I cannot hold back.
With a surge of fury, I step forward and grab the woman by her hair, yanking her off Maxwell with all my strength. "You slut!" I scream, my voice raw with rage.
She shrieks like a banshee, her limbs flailing as she struggles against my grip, but she refuses to let go of Maxwell, her body still tangled with his.
Maxwell's eyes snap open, widening in shock as he finally registers my presence. "Jasmine-"
I don't let him finish. I tighten my grip on the woman's hair and yank harder. "Get off him!"
She screams, thrashing against me, her nails clawing at my arms. Pain flares, but I don't care.
My anger burns hotter. I raise my hand and slap her across the face. Once. Twice. The sound echoes in the room.
She gasps, stumbling backward, her eyes wide with disbelief. But she recovers quickly, lunging at me with renewed fury.
She grabs my hair, yanking hard. I let out a pained cry but retaliated, grabbing her by the neck and sinking my teeth into her hand as we crashed to the floor.
"Jasmine, stop!" Maxwell rushes to intervene, his body still bare, his manhood dangling uselessly. Disgust churns in my stomach.
The woman scrambles to her feet and clings to him. I push myself up, my breathing heavy.
Without thinking, I slap Maxwell across the face, the force of it making his head snap to the side.
"You have no shame," I seethe. "Bringing a whore into our matrimonial bed. I have endured your countless affairs, but this-this-is the final straw."
Maxwell stares at me, stunned. He is not used to this side of me. I have always been the quiet, submissive wife. The one who tolerates. The one who forgives. But not anymore.
I turn to the woman, my lip curling in disgust. "Get the fuck out of my house. Now."
She smirks, her expression turning smug. "What makes you think I'll leave?" She glances at Maxwell and scoffs.
"Is this your wife? The one you said is as dry as sandpaper? The one who just lies there like a dead fish?"
Her words sliced through me, raw and humiliating.
My eyes snap back to Maxwell. "You told her that?" My voice wavers, but my fury remains steady.
He shrugs. "I was just stating the obvious."
A sharp, bitter laugh bubbles up inside me. Before I can think, I lift my leg and kick him right between the legs.
He doubles over, gasping, his face contorting in agony. Satisfaction floods through me.
"You cheating, lying son of a bitch," I spit, standing over him.
The woman watches, finally realizing that she has underestimated me. She takes a step back, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
I turn to her once more, my rage still simmering. "And you-get out before I throw you out myself."
She laughs mockingly. "You should just give up, loser. You've been replaced." She turns to Maxwell. "Throw her out."
I don't flinch. I don't scream. I simply watch as Maxwell straightens, as he considers doing exactly what she says.
At that moment, I know.
There is no point in fighting.
I exhale, steadying myself, and nod. "I'll go."
Both of them freeze, startled by my sudden surrender. But I don't care.
I retrieve my bag and return with the divorce agreement, tossing it onto the bed. "Sign it."
Maxwell stares at the papers, the weight of my words sinking in.
He never thought I would leave.
He was wrong.
I have no idea what awaits me beyond this moment.
But I know one thing-this is the beginning of something new.
I gasp as pain throbs in my lower abdomen, as if I'm being split in half. "First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing. I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince. Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort. "So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out. "Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good. "Eager to feel my c**k," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain. The stretch burns as he goes deeper, but the pleasure consumes me. I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me. As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented. Suddenly, his teeth sink into my earlobe, pain shooting through my flesh. I try to grasp the pillow, but it slips away. "Mine..." He says in a low menacing voice whispers. Asher takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. Then, he says the words that shatter my heart. "I, Asher Knight, Alpha of the Redwood Pack, hereby reject you, Alethea Weaver of BloodMoon pack as my mate." ******** Alethea Weaver has always felt out of place, the youngest of three sisters and the only one who hasn't fully awakened her wolf. Haunted by mysterious dreams of a powerful mate, her life takes a darker turn when her father forces her to be a breeder to Xavier, the Beta of the Bluemoon Pack. But when Xavier's jealous girlfriend threatens her life, Alethea has no choice but to run. Alethea is attacked and saved by a shadowy figure-Alpha Asher, when he is hunting in the woods, knowing she is his fated mate. With her wolf still dormant, Alethea remains unaware of the deep connection between them. As their forbidden romance blooms, Asher, torn between duty and desire, ends things. A brutal accident leaves Alethea with no memory of her past-and no idea that she's carrying Asher's child. As she rebuilds her life, hidden truths, and long-buried secrets begin to resurface. Can Alethea unlock her true identity? Will she uncover why Asher pushed her away? And as rival packs close in, will she discover her power before it's too late?
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