My Hot Wife's Double Life - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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My body locked up.
There, pinned beneath that overweight creep, was my wife—Emily Laurent.
My head spun, my limbs turning to lead.
Emily actually came here for this? She swore she was downstairs at some legit real estate event!
"Well, well. Didn't expect someone this fine. Buddy, you broke the rules, but no hard feelings—once I'm finished, she's all yours!"
The guy grinned, eyeing Emily like a piece of meat, then went at her harder.
Emily gasped, yanking her mask back on. "You can't just rip someone's mask off!" she snapped, furious.
Rage burned through me. I tore off my own mask and roared, "Emily, you goddamn liar! You're here screwing around behind my back?"
Her eyes went wide. She ripped my mask off, her face draining of color. "H-husband? What the hell are you—?"
"Don't ever call me that again!" I shouted. "You're cheating on me? We're through!"
Right on cue, Sophia Valentine pulled off her mask too. Emily's expression twisted. "Oh, so you're here playing around too! Who the hell are you to judge me?"
Realizing I'd cheated as well, Emily shoved the guy off and bolted from the ballroom, tears streaming.
I tried to chase her, but my head throbbed violently, like my skull was about to split open.
Something wasn't right.
That pill Lucas Roscente gave me wasn't a performance booster—it felt like pure lust in a capsule.
I needed to leave, but my body wasn't listening.
The next morning, I woke up with legs like jelly, barely able to move.
Sophia lay naked beside me, her arms draped over my back. "Sleep a little longer, sweetheart," she murmured. "I ordered lunch. You'll need the energy."
"Where's Emily? Where's my wife?"
I couldn't care less about her. Frantic, I grabbed my phone and dialed Emily.
"Ethan Roland, we're done. I'll be at home with the divorce papers," she said, her voice like ice.
Panic clawed at my chest.
Ignoring the exhaustion, I raced back.
And there she was—divorce papers already on the table. Sitting beside her? My so-called best friend, Lucas.
"What the hell? Lucas, why are you in my house?"
"Emily invited me," he said, smirking. "Once you two are divorced, she's marrying me. Ethan, really—a married man shouldn't play around. You broke her heart."
My jaw hit the floor. "Lucas, you're the one who dragged me there! You—"
"Emily didn't believe you'd do it, so I helped test you. Too bad you failed."
My mind went blank.
I'd been set up.
This whole time, Lucas had been playing me.
There, pinned beneath that overweight creep, was my wife—Emily Laurent.
My head spun, my limbs turning to lead.
Emily actually came here for this? She swore she was downstairs at some legit real estate event!
"Well, well. Didn't expect someone this fine. Buddy, you broke the rules, but no hard feelings—once I'm finished, she's all yours!"
The guy grinned, eyeing Emily like a piece of meat, then went at her harder.
Emily gasped, yanking her mask back on. "You can't just rip someone's mask off!" she snapped, furious.
Rage burned through me. I tore off my own mask and roared, "Emily, you goddamn liar! You're here screwing around behind my back?"
Her eyes went wide. She ripped my mask off, her face draining of color. "H-husband? What the hell are you—?"
"Don't ever call me that again!" I shouted. "You're cheating on me? We're through!"
Right on cue, Sophia Valentine pulled off her mask too. Emily's expression twisted. "Oh, so you're here playing around too! Who the hell are you to judge me?"
Realizing I'd cheated as well, Emily shoved the guy off and bolted from the ballroom, tears streaming.
I tried to chase her, but my head throbbed violently, like my skull was about to split open.
Something wasn't right.
That pill Lucas Roscente gave me wasn't a performance booster—it felt like pure lust in a capsule.
I needed to leave, but my body wasn't listening.
The next morning, I woke up with legs like jelly, barely able to move.
Sophia lay naked beside me, her arms draped over my back. "Sleep a little longer, sweetheart," she murmured. "I ordered lunch. You'll need the energy."
"Where's Emily? Where's my wife?"
I couldn't care less about her. Frantic, I grabbed my phone and dialed Emily.
"Ethan Roland, we're done. I'll be at home with the divorce papers," she said, her voice like ice.
Panic clawed at my chest.
Ignoring the exhaustion, I raced back.
And there she was—divorce papers already on the table. Sitting beside her? My so-called best friend, Lucas.
"What the hell? Lucas, why are you in my house?"
"Emily invited me," he said, smirking. "Once you two are divorced, she's marrying me. Ethan, really—a married man shouldn't play around. You broke her heart."
My jaw hit the floor. "Lucas, you're the one who dragged me there! You—"
"Emily didn't believe you'd do it, so I helped test you. Too bad you failed."
My mind went blank.
I'd been set up.
This whole time, Lucas had been playing me.
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