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?

an inconvenience. He wasn’t pushing her away; he wasn’t angry. Izzy felt a wave

you’re not into this,” she teased. “Having two women after you must feel pretty good,

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 caught. “You should choose

watching as Monica kissed Calen’s neck, her lips trailing down his skin like she belonged

rested on her hips, doing nothing to stop her. His voice lacked conviction, he was letting it happen.

nightmares. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision as they slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t make a sound. She couldn’t. Her

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

wine,” Monica giggled, her

leapt into her throat. She’s coming this way. Panic shot through her, and she forced her body into

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

the wall, the cool wood grounding her, barely able to think straight. She held her breath, straining to hear the faint sounds

trapped, hiding in Calen’s