My Husband Hired My Temptation Next Door - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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What really got under my skin was how completely unfazed Chase Evans seemed by my anger.
The guy had the audacity to keep flashing that cocky grin, acting like some shameless womanizer without a care in the world. At least he kept his hands to himself this time—though he raised them in mock surrender with that sleazy smile of his.
"Little sis-in-law," he drawled, voice thick with suggestion, "not feeling it today? Should we... reschedule?"
I shot him a glare that could melt steel, disgust churning in my stomach. The way he fawned over me was downright pathetic—like some groveling eunuch desperate for approval.
This guy was a fitness trainer? Yeah, right. Something about him didn't add up, but right now, I had bigger things to worry about. Like who the hell had sent me that letter.
Only when Chase finally left, the door clicking shut behind him, did I let out the breath I'd been holding.
Back in my bedroom, I locked the door and replayed everything. A cold, creeping dread settled over me.
I'd come way too close to betraying my husband.
If I'd actually gone through with something unforgivable with Chase, the guilt would've eaten me alive.
And yet... I couldn't ignore the flicker of desire I'd felt.
Lying on the bed, I realized with a jolt that my skirt was damp.
After changing, I finally tore open the letter.
And nearly dropped it in shock.
It was a relocation notice.
"My family's old property is being relocated!" My heart practically leaped out of my chest.
Rumors about the relocation had been floating around for over a year. My family had been waiting on pins and needles for this payout.
I immediately called my husband, barely able to contain my excitement.
The second he picked up, I blurted, "Our old place is being relocated! Once we get the payout, we're done slaving away!"
"Seriously?" His voice mirrored my own exhilaration.
He'd been killing himself to support us. Five years ago, we'd bled our parents dry just to scrape together the down payment for our city apartment. Then, barely two years later, his company transferred him for a three-year assignment. The pay was too good to refuse—we needed it to keep up with the mortgage.
And that's how I ended up alone.
After hanging up, I was practically floating, humming under my breath.
"Tonight's a celebration," I texted Vanessa Lowell, asking when she got off work.
But before I could hit send, a notification popped up—our high school group chat blowing up.
It was from Rachel Winston, our former class monitor.
Her message read:
"Hey everyone! To celebrate my new chapter in life, I'm hosting dinner tomorrow night. Attendance is mandatory..."
"New chapter?" I frowned. What was she talking about?
Last I checked, we were all just regular people grinding through life. No sudden jackpots here.
Had Rachel landed some big promotion?
We weren't close, so I had no clue what was going on with her.
I stayed quiet, but her friends instantly pounced.
"Spill, Rachel! What's the big news?"
"Yeah, don't leave us hanging!"
A beat later, Rachel replied:
"I got divorced. Freedom at last."
...What?
I stared at my phone, baffled.
She was throwing a party for that?
The guy had the audacity to keep flashing that cocky grin, acting like some shameless womanizer without a care in the world. At least he kept his hands to himself this time—though he raised them in mock surrender with that sleazy smile of his.
"Little sis-in-law," he drawled, voice thick with suggestion, "not feeling it today? Should we... reschedule?"
I shot him a glare that could melt steel, disgust churning in my stomach. The way he fawned over me was downright pathetic—like some groveling eunuch desperate for approval.
This guy was a fitness trainer? Yeah, right. Something about him didn't add up, but right now, I had bigger things to worry about. Like who the hell had sent me that letter.
Only when Chase finally left, the door clicking shut behind him, did I let out the breath I'd been holding.
Back in my bedroom, I locked the door and replayed everything. A cold, creeping dread settled over me.
I'd come way too close to betraying my husband.
If I'd actually gone through with something unforgivable with Chase, the guilt would've eaten me alive.
And yet... I couldn't ignore the flicker of desire I'd felt.
Lying on the bed, I realized with a jolt that my skirt was damp.
After changing, I finally tore open the letter.
And nearly dropped it in shock.
It was a relocation notice.
"My family's old property is being relocated!" My heart practically leaped out of my chest.
Rumors about the relocation had been floating around for over a year. My family had been waiting on pins and needles for this payout.
I immediately called my husband, barely able to contain my excitement.
The second he picked up, I blurted, "Our old place is being relocated! Once we get the payout, we're done slaving away!"
"Seriously?" His voice mirrored my own exhilaration.
He'd been killing himself to support us. Five years ago, we'd bled our parents dry just to scrape together the down payment for our city apartment. Then, barely two years later, his company transferred him for a three-year assignment. The pay was too good to refuse—we needed it to keep up with the mortgage.
And that's how I ended up alone.
After hanging up, I was practically floating, humming under my breath.
"Tonight's a celebration," I texted Vanessa Lowell, asking when she got off work.
But before I could hit send, a notification popped up—our high school group chat blowing up.
It was from Rachel Winston, our former class monitor.
Her message read:
"Hey everyone! To celebrate my new chapter in life, I'm hosting dinner tomorrow night. Attendance is mandatory..."
"New chapter?" I frowned. What was she talking about?
Last I checked, we were all just regular people grinding through life. No sudden jackpots here.
Had Rachel landed some big promotion?
We weren't close, so I had no clue what was going on with her.
I stayed quiet, but her friends instantly pounced.
"Spill, Rachel! What's the big news?"
"Yeah, don't leave us hanging!"
A beat later, Rachel replied:
"I got divorced. Freedom at last."
...What?
I stared at my phone, baffled.
She was throwing a party for that?
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