My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

What kind of twisted game was he playing? Any decent husband would deny having feelings for someone else—let alone another man—but Daniel Evans? He just admitted it outright, like it was nothing.
My entire world crumbled. My mind went numb, static filling my head.
It took forever for the storm inside me to settle, for my thoughts to untangle even slightly.
Daniel kept insisting he loved me, and part of me believed him. But then—this? A male colleague? Was he… bisexual?
How could he send that text without a single thought for how it would destroy me? White-hot fury burned through my veins, searing me from head to toe. I called him again and again.
Voicemail. Voicemail. Still voicemail.
No answer. No way to scream at him. I was losing my damn mind.
That evening, Sophia stopped by with my favorite deli sandwiches. I forced a smile, but every bite tasted like sawdust—dry, flavorless, choking me.
Daniel had erectile dysfunction, for God's sake, yet he still managed to cheat. And not just cheat—but with a man? The humiliation was unbearable.
Sophia wanted to stay longer, but some high school friend suddenly blew into town, and she had to go play chauffeur. She squeezed my hand, told me to rest, and rushed off.
By the time my IV finished, it was past 10 PM. I lay there, staring blankly at the dark window, my phone beside me—silent.
I kept waiting. Surely he'd call. Surely he'd text. Something. But nothing.
I even called customer service, paranoid my line was dead.
We'd promised each other—no unresolved fights. He was the one who said, "Let things fester too long, and hearts turn cold." So where the hell was he now? Was he cozying up to that pretty-boy colleague? Or worse—were they already in bed together?
Just because he couldn't get it up for me didn't mean he couldn't for him.
Finally, my phone rang. Unknown number. Spam warnings flashing. I let it go to voicemail.
Later, in the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, lost in thought. I didn't hear the footsteps behind me.
Then—hands around my waist. My heart lurched. I jerked my head up.
In the mirror, Nathan's face appeared over my shoulder, his expression soft, almost tender.
Then his fingers slid under my collar, rough and demanding. A shock of heat shot through me. My head fell back, breath hitching.
Without thinking, I turned, crashing my mouth against his. My tongue pushed past his lips, hungry, desperate.
Images of Daniel tangled up with another man flashed behind my eyelids. Maybe that's why I kissed Nathan like this—like it was payback. For once, guilt didn't claw at me.
This time, I wasn't holding back.
This time, I wanted to burn.