Chapter 1

Nyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner’s phone from a contact named “Jordyn Cheatham”.

Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don’t you come over and check if it fits?]

Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her cleavage partly exposed, exuding seduction.

Nyla’s grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn’s previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown.

‘Was the text sent by mistake? Or…’

A hand wrapped around Nyla’s waist from behind, breaking her thoughts.

Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. “Honey, I’m all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?”

Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll choose. Let’s do it on the couch,” Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly.

Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light.

Clark’s gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away.

Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn’t forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen.

him with one hand on his chest and held up

the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a

what can

and his voice turned icy. “I didn’t know

panicked voice came through. “M-Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by

it happens, pack your things and leave!” Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening, even showing a hint of grievance. “Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you’re still upset, I’ll fire her tomorrow. It’s late now, so let’s not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven’t seen each other in a week.

kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn’t in the mood anymore

he didn’t pressure her. “Alright, you sleep first. I’m not tired yet,

“Okay.”

started raining heavily in the middle

Nyla, and she reached out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the clock—3:16

Clark was

and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and

suddenly chimed, startling her in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no turning back for

startling her

your

and power

you want to know where your

a long while, another text came in with an address

her lip, grabbed her

time she reached the villa, it

code, and the door

living room lights were on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man’s

nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a

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