My Husband’s Dirty Contract with His Best Friend - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Senior, I miss the old days so much. Do you still have feelings for me?"
The message hit me like a punch to the gut. Did I still have feelings for him? Not really. But claiming I felt nothing would've been a lie.
Some wiseass once said the quickest way to a woman's heart is between her legs.
And damn, he'd been good at that.
But I was married now. So I left the message on read.
Just then, my husband's voice exploded from the other room—"Screw the contract! Do whatever the hell you want! See you in court!"
The phone slammed down. Heavy footsteps stormed toward the bedroom. I snapped my eyes shut and faked sleep.
The next evening, I finally worked up the nerve to ask about his outburst. But before I could speak, his phone rang. A clipped conversation later, he muttered "Work emergency" and bolted out the door.
After the last incident, I'd forgiven him—but the distrust never fully left. Lately, he'd been acting sketchy as hell. Like a man with secrets.
We'd just patched things up. Now this.
What are you hiding?
He dragged in at 10 PM, looking like death warmed over. My chest tightened seeing him so wrecked.
I helped him out of his coat, handed him pajamas, and reheated dinner. As he washed up, I hovered. "Did you handle the emergency?"
Turns out a drunk construction worker had fallen six stories. Lucky bastard landed on sand—alive, but his spine was shattered. Wheelchair for life.
"Why was he drinking on the job?"
Felix stared out the window, jaw tight. "Kid got married last year. Pretty wife cheated. Caught them in the act, showed up to work still wasted, and…" His voice cracked.
I knew this topic gutted him—he'd made those comments before. But tonight, his words carried something darker.
Next day, we visited the hospital. The wife was stunning, just as described. Between sobs, she kept babbling "If I could take it back…"
Watching her, I thanked God my man had changed.
But as we left, Felix muttered "Gotta get back to work" and vanished. Alone at home, unease slithered under my skin.
Something wasn't right.
The feeling festered until I couldn't take it anymore.
Time to check his office.
The message hit me like a punch to the gut. Did I still have feelings for him? Not really. But claiming I felt nothing would've been a lie.
Some wiseass once said the quickest way to a woman's heart is between her legs.
And damn, he'd been good at that.
But I was married now. So I left the message on read.
Just then, my husband's voice exploded from the other room—"Screw the contract! Do whatever the hell you want! See you in court!"
The phone slammed down. Heavy footsteps stormed toward the bedroom. I snapped my eyes shut and faked sleep.
The next evening, I finally worked up the nerve to ask about his outburst. But before I could speak, his phone rang. A clipped conversation later, he muttered "Work emergency" and bolted out the door.
After the last incident, I'd forgiven him—but the distrust never fully left. Lately, he'd been acting sketchy as hell. Like a man with secrets.
We'd just patched things up. Now this.
What are you hiding?
He dragged in at 10 PM, looking like death warmed over. My chest tightened seeing him so wrecked.
I helped him out of his coat, handed him pajamas, and reheated dinner. As he washed up, I hovered. "Did you handle the emergency?"
Turns out a drunk construction worker had fallen six stories. Lucky bastard landed on sand—alive, but his spine was shattered. Wheelchair for life.
"Why was he drinking on the job?"
Felix stared out the window, jaw tight. "Kid got married last year. Pretty wife cheated. Caught them in the act, showed up to work still wasted, and…" His voice cracked.
I knew this topic gutted him—he'd made those comments before. But tonight, his words carried something darker.
Next day, we visited the hospital. The wife was stunning, just as described. Between sobs, she kept babbling "If I could take it back…"
Watching her, I thanked God my man had changed.
But as we left, Felix muttered "Gotta get back to work" and vanished. Alone at home, unease slithered under my skin.
Something wasn't right.
The feeling festered until I couldn't take it anymore.
Time to check his office.
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