I've been married to CEO Jasper for two years, and for those two years, he's been cheating. Night after night, he brought home a new mistress, and still had the audacity to call me disgusting. Fine, if I disgust you, then let's get a divorce! I threw the signed divorce papers in his face. But instead of letting go, he clung to me like a stubborn piece of taffy. No matter where I went, he followed. I had enough. "Hi, boss, what exactly do you want from me?" His sincere reply: "Please, give me the chance to earn back your love."
"AU YES... FuxK ME..."
It was deep into the night when I had just opened the villa door. Before I even stepped inside, I heard a woman's voice coming from upstairs. Her voice was soft yet sultry, dripping with passion.
Just hearing it, I could already picture the chaotic scene unfolding upstairs. My body stiffened, my fingers instinctively clenched. A moment later, I composed myself and casually shut the door behind me. I didn't even bother taking off my shoes. In my high heels, I climbed the stairs, step by step.
Maybe my footsteps were too loud in the silence of the night, because the sounds from inside seemed to quiet for a moment, only to crescendo louder. The noise grew more piercing, as if it might shatter the door.
My lashes lowered, hiding any emotion in my eyes.
I stood at the door, lifted my foot, and kicked it open with a force that was anything but gentle.
The loud bang echoed through the room, and in an instant, the noise inside ceased.
Looking inside, I saw my husband, Jasper, lounging lazily on the couch. An unfamiliar woman straddled him, her pale legs spread wide, shamelessly moving her hips in rhythm.
The sight was a sharp, painful sting to my eyes.
"Jasper, I told you-don't bring those low-class women into our home and dirty my space!" I spoke in a cold, controlled voice.
Jasper Hawthorne lifted his eyes, dark and unreadable, staring at me with an expression that seemed to weigh my every move. He raised an eyebrow.
"Your space? Arabella, it's been a month since we've seen each other, and you've certainly made progress in your shamelessness. Tell me, what in this house still belongs to you?"
This house, from construction to decoration, had been planned and arranged by Jasper. Every single piece of furniture and decor had been meticulously chosen by him. At one time, he had thought this would be the home he shared with this woman.
Once.
I pressed my lips together, my fingers tightening around my bag, but my face remained expressionless.
Jasper glanced at me, then lowered his gaze again, gripping the woman's chin in what seemed like a tender gesture, but his half-closed eyes held a coldness that sent a shiver down my spine.
He hated how I remained unfazed, even when witnessing my own husband's infidelity. It was as though I didn't care at all.
The woman, being held by him, seemed emboldened. Her actions became more daring as she tried to attract him with each move, her posture increasingly seductive.
I stared at the scene before me-these two, oblivious to everything else as they engaged in their intimate moment. My fingers clenched tighter, and logically, I knew I should leave. It would only hurt more the longer I stayed.
But then... I thought of the plea from my father and stepmother earlier today, and the money my father's company desperately needed to stay afloat. My feet, against my better judgment, remained frozen.
Jasper didn't spare me a glance. His arms tightened around the woman, and their display grew more obscene by the second.
I glared at them, an unfamiliar fire burning within me, slowly overpowering the turmoil in my mind. All I could see now were the two of them, lost in each other.
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly strode forward, grabbed a kettle of hot water from the side, and poured it over the two of them without hesitation.
The woman screamed, scrambling off Jasper, desperately patting the scalding water off her skin.
Due to their position, most of the hot water had landed on her. Jasper, however, was unscathed, still sitting proudly on the couch, his shirt askew, his chest exposed, but his composure unbroken. The warmth of his presence and the inherent elegance he carried made even his disheveled appearance seem dignified.
Truth be told, this man was breathtakingly handsome.
He lifted his dark, sculpted eyebrows and looked at me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze made me uneasy.
I couldn't meet his eyes. Instead, I turned to the woman beside him and shouted, "Get out!"
The woman, drenched in scalding water, was consumed with rage. How could she let this go so easily?
Her mind shifted back to the fact that Jasper and I shared a marriage that was nothing but a cold, disconnected arrangement, and then to his recent over-the-top enthusiasm toward her. She took advantage of the situation, clinging to Jasper's legs in a feigned display of vulnerability, crying out, "Darling, the hot water burned me so badly... and now she wants me to leave... I..."
Halfway through her words, she buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
Jasper lowered his gaze, his expression detached as he stared at her.
"She told you to leave. So, leave."
The woman froze, not expecting the man who had been so warm just moments ago to turn on her so suddenly.
Jasper fixed his gaze on her, a mocking smile curling his lips, his expression cold.
"What's the matter? Do you want me to throw you out myself?"
"YES SIR, I'll leave right away." The woman's back chilled, and she scrambled to her feet, grabbing her bag and stumbling toward the door, eager to escape.
Before she left, she instinctively shut the door behind her, perhaps trying to preserve some semblance of order in the bizarre atmosphere of the room.
The silence that filled the room was almost unnerving.
Jasper continued to look at me with that unsettling, half-smiling expression, saying nothing.
His gaze always made me feel a shiver down my spine, but I struggled to maintain my composure, focusing on a spot in the room, feigning calmness.
"Arabella, you just sent my companion for the night packing. How do you plan on making it up to me?" Jasper's voice was teasing, full of careless bravado.
I glanced at him, initially planning to retort with sharp words, but then I remembered what my father and stepmother had told me.
They had insisted that I demand fifty million dollars in investment from Jasper tonight.
I froze for a moment, gripping my purse tightly, and asked cautiously, "How do you want me to make it up to you?"
Jasper leaned back on the sofa, watching me with that ambiguous, almost mocking look in his eyes. The meaning behind his gaze was as clear as day-there was no mistaking it.
We were adults, after all. What could "making it up" possibly mean?
My body stiffened, but given the situation, there were some things I had no choice but to do.
I turned my head, suddenly flashing a seductive smile. My features were already striking, and with a light touch of makeup from work, my face seemed even more radiant. The curve of my lips and the subtle play of my eyes created an allure that was hard to resist.
In my heels, I slowly approached him, stopping just a step away. Leaning forward, I pressed my body against his, letting out a soft breath, deliberately inviting him in.
"And what will you offer to make me responsible?" I whispered, my voice low and enticing.
Jasper's breath hitched as his eyes focused on my face, and more specifically, on the delicate glimpse of skin peeking from my neckline as I leaned toward him. His gaze darkened.
Without a word, he seized my wrist, pulling me roughly into him and pinning my slender body beneath his.
The space between us crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken words.
Jasper held my chin with a firm grip, his voice low and gravelly. "Is there anything in all of Astonia City that I can't offer you?"
The implication was unmistakable-anything I desired, he could give me. Cars, houses, diamond rings... he could buy me whatever I wanted.
I softened my posture, raising my hand to trace the back of his neck. My voice became sweet and soft. "I want fifty million dollars invested in my father's company."
That single sentence shattered the charged atmosphere, turning it icy and cold.
Jasper's grip on my chin tightened slightly, his rough fingers growing cold. I could feel the chill seep into his touch.
For her, it had always been about the money.
From the moment we married, her eyes had never looked at anything but money.
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