The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 90:

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The ampoule contained a drug that could cause loss of appetite, drowsiness and, above all, a significant decrease in sexual desire.

“This is an improved version developed by my mentor,” Monica explained with a knowing smile. “It's designed for patients who have… difficulties controlling themselves. The side effects are mild, but it works like a charm. And the best part? It’s almost impossible to detect.”

Alice was curious. “Patients? Do people really struggle to control their sexual impulses?”

Monica, well versed in the oddities of human behavior, shrugged as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “You wouldn't believe how many weird things there are out there. It's hard to keep up. My mentor and I have been researching these topics, and we’ve made impressive progress over the past two years.”

Alice was both impressed and a little embarrassed. “You’ve worked so hard, and here I am using your work for… less noble purposes.”

Monica laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, don't worry. Doing justice to assholes like Joshua is as noble a pursuit as ever. Honestly, I wish I could whip up a pill that would turn him into a pathetic lapdog. Then, when you're in a bad mood, you could kick him, and when you're feeling generous, you could feed him shit.”

Alice couldn't help but laugh, the image disturbing but strangely satisfying.

Being with Monica was a very nice escape, but he couldn't afford to waste time. He sighed, painfully aware that time was running out.

Monica realized that he was hesitant to leave. “Stop acting like you miss me so much. “If you really did, you’d think about me more often.”

Alice smiled weakly. “I've been busy today. “I didn’t avoid you on purpose, you silly thing.”

Monica raised an eyebrow. “Busy with what exactly? “You’ve been tied up all day.”

Monica's question immediately brought Caden to the forefront of Alicia's mind. Their previous encounter replayed itself in vivid detail: how he had done unspeakable things to her.

It wasn't something she could easily forget, and just thinking about it made her cheeks blush.

Monica noticed the change immediately and her curiosity was piqued. “Oh-ho! Look at you. Who made you blush like that? Did some handsome rogue steal your heart?”

Alice tried to cover it up, fanning her flushed cheeks. “It's nothing like that! “I just had a lot of errands to run.”

errand would make you turn red like a tomato?” Monica scoffed, her suspicions growing. She leaned forward with a knowing smile. “Come on, tell me. Who's the lucky one? I’ve

horny? Not even with

gasped, surprised by the comment. “Horny”? What the hell are you talking about? “I’m not horny.” She quickly rubbed her cheeks, as if that

arms, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, like a parent who catches her child in

defensive. “After I split up with Rachel, I met up with Caden. He told me he

“So, it was Caden who held you

heart fluttered unsteadily, beating in time with the

concerned. “Did he give you a hard

in Monica's demeanor the moment she mentioned Caden. It was as if his name alone had the power to dispel

extraordinary, I thought. Almost too

wasn't exactly cruel," Alice admitted, "but he didn't

explains everything. “You were so weird I thought you had fallen in love with an

was speechless, but now that Monica

his curiosity, though. "You

blinked, her lips twitching in amusement. “Suspected of what?

with genuine disbelief. “You and Caden? That's like me dating Joshua. What would

Alice grimaced internally.

What a horrible comparison.

Monica, Alicia found herself on Sunset Road, picking up one of Joshua's favorite snacks. All

the Yates mansion, he discreetly crushed the medicine he had brought and mixed it into the sandwich before presenting it

furrowed in disgust as his eyes fell on the takeout. “Didn’t I just say I

as she replied, “Cooking takes time, you know.

Joshua's

always been a picky eater, rarely finding food that satisfied him, and few people remembered his specific

the

her and his voice softened. “Sunset Road is more than forty minutes away. Did

said, not wanting to dwell on the details. She didn't want to dwell

me a lot.

suppressing the urge to

thought bitterly, "Overthinking? No. I just needed you close