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.”

tomato?” Monica scoffed, her suspicions growing. She leaned forward with a knowing smile.

Not even with

the comment. “Horny”? What the hell are you talking about? “I’m not horny.” She quickly

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

finally slowed down, her voice defensive. “After I split up with Rachel, I met up with Caden. He told me he had something I wanted, and things got

name slipped into the conversation. “So, it was Caden who held you up?” she asked,

in time with the sudden nervousness gripping her chest. "Yes,"

to her, her tone concerned. “Did he give you a hard

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

thought. Almost too

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

out a long sigh, her tension disappearing. “That explains everything. “You were so weird I thought you had fallen

Monica

though. "You

lips twitching in amusement. “Suspected of what? Of having an affair with you?”

loud, the sound ringing with genuine disbelief. “You and Caden? That's like me dating Joshua. What would

Alice grimaced internally.

What a horrible comparison.

Road, picking up one of Joshua's favorite

returned to the Yates mansion, he discreetly crushed the medicine he had brought and mixed it into the

fell on the takeout.

replied, “Cooking takes time, you know. Have some of this while I prepare

Joshua's posture relaxed

picky eater, rarely finding food that satisfied him, and few people remembered his specific tastes, but Alice did.

was the

his voice softened. “Sunset Road is more than forty

she said, not wanting to dwell on the details. She didn't want to dwell any further on their tense dynamic

You still care about me a lot. After our divorce, I even began to doubt that you really loved me. It seems I

silent, suppressing the

No. I just needed you close enough to drug myself with