The next morning, I prepared breakfast for both of us. The aroma of freshly cooked olet filled the kitchen as I placed the plate on the table. Abigail sat across from , watching with cautious curiosity.
As I took my first bite, she finally spoke, her voice laced with suspicion. "How are you still so normal after Kayla's death?"
I chewed slowly, then looked up at her with a blank expression. "She's dead," I said flatly. "There's no point in mourning soone forever."
Abigail stared at in disbelief, as if trying to decipher whether I was truly heartless or just indifferent. Only George and I knew the truth about Kayla's survival, and I had no intention of letting her in on it.
Finishing my breakfast, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and leaned back in my chair. "By the way, who's coming over tonight?" I asked casually. "And I have to say, I'm surprised you didn't call Joshua yesterday. It was... peaceful."
Her expression darkened at my words, but I simply smirked, enjoying the silence before she could find sothing to lash out about.
Abigail narrowed her eyes at and said coldly, "Tonight, I'm bringing him over, and I want condoms—so make sure you arrange them."
I smirked, enjoying the way her frustration was beginning to bubble. Without hesitation, I pulled a packet from my pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Here. Extra-dotted, just the way you like it," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Then, leaning back in my chair, I added with a smirk, "Oh, and don't worry—I might have a surprise for you tonight."
She frowned, suspicious. "What kind of surprise?"
I t her gaze, my smile unwavering. "None of your concern."
Her irritation flared instantly. She stood up and strode toward , her heels clicking against the floor. Stopping just inches away, she glared at . "What do you an 'none of my concern'? I'm your wife, Samuel!"
I let out a mocking chuckle. "A wife who has brought different n into our bed since the day we got married," I said coolly. "And you think you have any authority to ask anything?"
For a brief mont, she looked stunned, her lips parting as if she wanted to say sothing. Then, regaining her composure, she scoffed. "Do whatever you want, but I'm not divorcing you. You're mine, and every tornt you've given in the past—you will suffer it tenfold."
I didn't bother responding. Instead, I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door, leaving her seething in her own rage.
As I stepped outside, I pulled out my phone and dialed Gina's number. The call connected instantly.
"You want Joshua humiliated, right?" I said smoothly. "Then co to my house tonight."
On the other end, Gina let out a sly chuckle. "Oh, I'm definitely in. But if your wife tries to ruin my career, what then?"
I smirked. "Don't worry—I know exactly how to protect you. We'll stick to the plan, and by the end of the night, Joshua will wish he never t Abigail."
Satisfied, I ended the call, already running through possible lines in my head for the performance that awaited.
As I walked through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the way won turned to stare. So whispered, others openly admired. It wasn't surprising—I had a face and a physique that could make any woman fall for .
A few blocks later, I spotted George waiting at our usual eting spot. He eyed up and down before shaking his head with a small laugh.
"Samuel's body is in perfect shape thanks to my martial knowledge," I said, stretching my arms. "But that doesn't an I'm letting that woman go so easily."
George sighed. "I can tell. Just don't lose yourself in this revenge."
I chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, George. I'm not just here for revenge. I'm here to make sure Abigail understands exactly what she lost."
As I sat on the sofa, scrolling through my phone, Abigail walked in with Joshua by her side. She shot a mocking look and smirked.
"I hope you've ward up our bath," she sneered, tugging on Joshua's arm. "We'll be in our room."
I simply glanced at them, my expression unreadable. I wondered how Samuel had endured this humiliation for so long.
Keeping my tone calm, I replied, "Everything is ready. The condoms are in the room."
Abigail's frustration flared at my indifference. Without another word, she grabbed Joshua's hand and stord off.
As soon as their moans began echoing through the house, Gina appeared. I turned to her with a smirk.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
She t my gaze and nodded. "Just rember your promise."
I led her to the guest room—the one I always used—and handed her a towel. "Go change in the bathroom," I instructed.
She nodded and disappeared inside. When she stepped back out, wrapped in just the towel, her eyes widened slightly as she took in my physique. A blush crept onto her face.
"How could Abigail cheat on you when you look like this?" she muttered in disbelief.
I chuckled at her reaction. "You know what to do, right?"
Gina nodded. Then, without hesitation, she started moaning loudly.
"Ahhh, Samuel! Harder! You're so F*cking good!"
I gave her a thumbs-up in approval. She continued, her voice growing more passionate.
"Ohhh, you're so big down there! I feel like I'm gonna C*m as you entered inside !!!!"
Lowering my voice into a husky tone, I added, "Release it all. I want to feel you."
I signaled for her to get even louder.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna—AHHHH!"
Her performance was flawless—far more convincing than anything Joshua could manage.
For the finishing touch, I grabbed a lipstick and sared it across my neck and cheeks. As Gina's moans reached their peak, a sudden knock sounded at the door.
"Samuel!" Abigail's voice was laced with fury. "Who the hell are you in there with?! Open the damn door!"
I signaled Gina to moan even louder. She complied effortlessly.
"AHHHHHH, I'm C*ming!!!"
With everything set, I had her lie on the bed, adjusting the scene for maximum impact. Then, after glancing at myself in the mirror—towel wrapped loosely around my waist, lipstick marks strategically placed on my neck, abs and chest—I swung the door open with a smirk.
"What's the matter?" I asked casually. "Don't tell Joshua's already finished. Damn, his stamina is worse than I thought."
Abigail's eyes darted between and Gina, still sprawled on the bed. Her voice trembled.
"Wh-Who is she?!"
Maintaining my mocking smile, I leaned against the doorfra.
"None of your concern, Ms. Bardot."
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