Chapter 5
The image was incredibly suggestive.
The woman’s slender, fair hand was resting on the man’s firm, muscular abdomen. resting on the man’s firm, muscular abdomen.
“If you make me angry and still don’t let me touch your abs, how can I stand it? All night, no questions asked!”
Three minutes ago, I had even received a message from Austin: “Did you finish the milk?”
Just moments ago, he sent another message.
“Honey, sorry, I might not be back tonight. I have a dinner meeting.”
I truly couldn’t understand.
How could a person hold two people in their heart at the same time?
I walked into the hallway.
It seemed they couldn’t wait, as there was a crack in the door of Stella’s house.
Inside, the sound of a woman’s voice echoed, high–pitched and almost cat–like.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor.
The most eye–catching thing was undoubtedly Austin’s wedding ring, still glistening with water stains.
I could imagine what he must have been doing while wearing that ring.
I couldn’t control the trembling.
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Chapter 5
My mind flashed back to three years ago, when Austin placed the wedding ring on my finger, his expression gentle: “Gianna, I will always be faithful to you. I will be good to you for the rest of my life.”
And now.
My husband’s fingers were entwined with another woman’s.
He gripped Stella’s waist, his voice low and strained: “How can you be so cheap? Huh? Can’t wait even for a second?”
Stella, seductively, leaned close to his ear, her breath warm: “Your wife is still sick. Aren’t you afraid she’ll hear?”
Austin turned her around and changed positions.
“Isn’t this more exciting?”
I was standing right in front of him.
“Is it really that exciting?”
One second.
Two seconds.
“Honey…”
Austin didn’t expect me to show up. He certainly didn’t expect things to slip out of his control.
In an instant, his face shifted through various emotions–shock, panic, resentment.
He hurriedly pushed Stella away, trying to explain, “Gianna, listen to me… It’s not what you think!”
Chapter S
Ten years of being together.
We had shared countless meals, cups of coffee.
We walked through the golden years together.
Back in college, he worked on construction sites, dirty and exhausted, while I wore my clean, pretty little dress and ran straight into his arms.
We endured so many hard days together.
But at this moment, I pulled my hand away from his, my eyes cold as I stared at him: “Austin, you’re disgusting.”
His face went pale.
But compared to Austin’s shock, Stella remained disturbingly calm. She even leisurely began putting on her clothes.
“Gianna, how can you say that?”
“Austin works really hard, I just want to spend more time with him.”
“I know it’s not easy being a housewife, but I’m also a graduate of a prestigious Ivy League school. You can’t just insult me and Austin like this!”
She sat on the bed, looking at me with a provocative gaze, as if she was the one who had
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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