Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 2

Izzy froze, her body refusing to move as her mind tried to procs what she had just heard. That sound–it wasn’t from the music. It was real, coming from his bedroom. No, that can’t be right, she thought, a wave of disbelief washing over her. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe the stress of the last few weeks was finally getting to her. Perhaps it was the stress of doing all those projects in a month,

It had to be in her head..

With careful, almost trembling steps, she made her way up the stairs. When she reached the top, the giggling was clearer. mixed with a low murmur of voices. Izzy’s heart sank as she heard Calen’s voice–soft, intimate, unmistakable.

She moved closer, her hand gripping the banister so hard her kickles turned white. Her pulse roared in her ears, but her movements were silent. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw him.

Calen was there, lying in bed, his arms wrapped around another woman. She was laughing, her head resting on his chest. her hand tracing lazy circles on his skin. Izzy’s entire body went cold. She couldn’t breathe.

Izzy’s hand began to tremble uncontrollably, her fingers twitching at her side as she tried to force them into a fist. She clenched them tight, her nails digging into her palm. It was the only thing grounding her in the moment, the only way to stop herself from completely unraveling. Her eyes were locked on the scene in front of her, unable to believe what she was

seeing.

There, in Calen’s arms, was Monica. Her own cousin. The woman whose voice was now laced with that sickening sweetness Izzy recognized all too well. “Sending her away was the best decision ever” Monica cooed, her words like poison dripping into Izzy’s ears. “If Izzy had been here, she would have ruined everything tonight.”

Izzy’s stomach twisted violently at the sound of her name, bile rising in her throat. Ruin what? What the hell were they talking about?

muttered, his tone half–hearted, as if her words were nothing more than an inconvenience. He wasn’t pushing her away; he wasn’t angry. Izzy felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she realized that this wasn’t some drunken. mistake.

Calen’s chest, lingering as if daring him to stop her. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not into this,” she teased. “Having two

Monica suddenly swung her leg over him, straddling his waist in one swift motion. She pinned him beneath her, her body pressed against his as she leaned in, her lips grazing his car. “I know Izzy can’t give you what I can, Monica whispered, her voice so low that Izzy barely

unable to move, watching as Monica kissed Calen’s neck, her lips trailing down his skin like she belonged there. However, Calen didn’t

her hips, doing nothing to stop her. His voice lacked conviction, he was

slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t make

Izzy stood there, frozen in place, her mind spinning. She was on the verge of backing away,

her voice light

her body into motion. She couldn’t let Monica

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quietly, Izzy slipped down the hallway, heading for the nearest room. Calen’s office. Her footsteps were almost soundless as she reached the door and eased

to think straight. She held her breath, straining to hear the faint sounds from the bedroom. This room was completely soundproof. She could no longer hear them. Izzy closed her eyes, trying to control the

She was trapped, hiding in Calen’s office like a stranger