The Divorce Prescription

Soon, the effects of the party drug would completely take over.

Anne quickly made her way back to her room, a confident smirk tugging at her lips.

She removed her clothes and prepared a lavish milk and rose petal bath. Though she was in her 40s, Anne had never married or had children. With meticulous care, her skin remained radiant and smooth.

Her delicate face radiated a timeless beauty.

Anne felt confident-tonight, Nigel would be hers.

...

In the study, Nigel remained immersed in his work. Since he had decided to make the ultimate sacrifice for Fiona, there were several things he needed to address first.

But soon, an unfamiliar heat began to spread through his body. He loosened the buttons of his shirt, yet the burning sensation didn't subside.

Unable to ignore it any longer, Nigel stood and headed toward his room, deciding to take a cold shower.

However, the freezing water only intensified the heat, fueling the sensation instead of relieving it. The discomfort was maddening.

Now dressed in a sleek black silk robe, Nigel emerged from the bathroom. He sat down on the bed, grabbing his phone to call Eren.

edge of the blanket shifted, and Anne emerged

a soft, rosy warmth, and her eyes

"Nigel," she murmured.

heat swept through him. He swallowed hard, his voice low and strained. "Anne, what

I've been waiting for you,"

frustration. "This is ridiculous! Get

rise, determined to

behind. Her curvaceous body pressed against his as she

darkened, a smoldering intensity flickering within them. Despite

was still a healthy, normal

his veins was merciless, stripping away his remaining self-control, eroding

body as he tried to hold on. Her hand traced over his firm muscles, gliding sensually through

whispered seductively, "Nigel, you're

don't have to fight it anymore. I'm here... I've

shoved her away, sending her sprawling

doing? This is wrong!"

He wanted to escape.

arms around his neck, pulling him back down to her. "Nigel,

you see