The Day My Contract Ended I Married Another Man novel Chapter 30

1 wandered aimlessly through the streets for hours before finally returning home at chink.

The moment I stepped through the front door of the Steeling Estate, the soft, melodic sound of a pieno drifted down from upstairs.

Martha, our housekeeper, zusted over, bee face creased with worry.

“Mr. Sterling’s home already?” I asked

Nataars had been working late at the firms for a month straight. It was unusual for him to be home

this early.

Masti esitated, he wonde besitant and evasive

You’re back, Mas. Sterling Are you hungry? I can make you something light–maybe soup?”

I shook my head

When your bussband’s hayali sits lifter head in your gut, there’s no appetite left for anything

As I made my way up the spinal stancase, anthosity pushing me forward, Martha suddenly stepped

in front of me, as QUEST

*Mrs. Smering, you can’t go apstants?” she sand, visibly flustered. “Mr. Sterling… he said he’s busy watilia scommettiring important. No amauringond visions allowed upstairs.”

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I sedan heen- al het servous, Maggetated expression.

Chad Bhary began to churn beneath my tbs,

“Unautantsed? You mean me?

She opened her mouth but couldn’t gue me an answerct

I pushed pass her

Bun as I machend the landing and caught sight of what lay beyond the glass doors, 1 free

The floor–to–ceiling windows wen’t covered.

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Bathed in golden light, Nathan had his arms around her.

Delilah Moore.

She sat at my Steinway grand piano–the one I had spent months saving and searching for while he leaned into her, their fingers dancing in a messy duet across the keys.

And then, in a moment of twisted euphoria, he scooped her up.

Lifted her onto the glossy black surface of the piano, the one that once echoed with my laughter.

His hands roamed freely over her skin.

Exposed skin marked by fresh traces of his kisses–evidence of intimacy that still burned raw.

She looked nothing like the radiant, innocent girl from the gallery today.

Now, she was all curves and seduction, her expression dripping with desire.

Maybe that’s what drew him in.

That shifting, adaptable charm.

Sweet girl in public, sexy in private.

Before I could fully register the scene, Nathan’s assistant–Paul–hurried up the stairs, holding an unmistakably large black box.

When he spotted me at the top of the landing, he flinched, instinctively hiding the box behind

him.

“M–Mrs. Sterling-”

But I’d already seen enough.

The box was filled with condoms, lubrication, and electronic toys I never allowed in our bedroom.

My nails dug deep into my palm as a sharp pain jolted me back to reality, the sting stronger than

the numbness in my chest.

Nathan’s impatient voice echoed from the bedroom.

“Paul! What the hell is taking so long? You want me to transfer your ass to our Africa office?

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Maybe a few rounds with lions will speed you up!”

Paul glanced at me, torn between fear and shame.

I gave him a small, bitter smile.

“Go on. Don’t keep Mr. Sterling waiting.”

My voice was dry, hollow.

Like it no longer belonged to me.

I turned and descended the staircase one shaky step at a time, like I’d left my body behind at the

top.

In the living room, my eyes fell on the brown paper bag I had placed on the dining table that

morning.

Inside were packets of carefully selected herbal supplements–for Nathan’s recurring stomach problems.

Without thinking, I picked them up and handed them to Martha.

She frowned, confused.

“Mrs. Sterling, you’ve always personally selected and prepared the Mr. Sterling’s medicine yourself. Why…?”

I paused. Then spoke with unnatural calm.

“That was then. I doubt he even remembers the warmth of my hands anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter. Anyone can brew it.”

A tomb–like silence filled the vast living room.

And then, from upstairs-

Soft, rhythmic moans.

Her voice–Delilah’s—high, breathless.

His–low, guttural.

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The sound hit me like a punch to the stomach.

I doubled over with nausea, a wave of sickness rolling through me.

Pain clawed at my chest, raw and ruthless.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I turned on my heel and fled.

Out of that suffocating house.

Out of that life I no longer recognized.