My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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I played the perfect obedient wife in front of Mason Reynolds and Lily Harrison.
Lily moved into my home without an ounce of shame, strutting around like she owned the place. She made herself right at home while I bit my tongue and bided my time.
The torture continued until Labor Day rolled around.
Same old story—I was elbow-deep in laundry and mopping floors while Mason whisked Lily away for their little adventures. But this morning was different. After breakfast, they didn't leave.
"Diana," Mason announced, "I've got a meeting downtown. Take Lily to the hospital for a checkup."
I couldn't care less about Lily's wellbeing, but I played along. "What's wrong with her?"
Mason lifted Lily's shirt with pride, caressing her stomach. "Lily's pregnant. You're taking her for her prenatal appointment."
My blood ran cold.
Only then did I notice the subtle curve of Lily's belly. This wasn't just some fling—she was playing for keeps. First my husband, now my home?
Fine. Let them celebrate. I'd collect every piece of evidence for the storm that was coming.
After Mason left for work, I escorted Lily to the hospital like the dutiful first wife. The OB-GYN gave her a clean bill of health, and Lily practically floated out of the clinic, already dropping out of school to play house.
As if.
But the real show came that night.
After dinner, Mason pulled Lily close, hands wandering, but she pushed him off with a giggle. "Doctor's orders, babe. If you're that desperate..." She shot me a look. "Your first wife's right there."
Mason glanced at me like I was last week's leftovers. "Christ, it's been so long I forgot what you even feel like. Diana, go shower. Consider this your lucky night."
I nearly gagged. "Not happening. I'm on my period."
"Like hell you are!" Mason snarled. "I'll check myself—"
"Relax!" Lily grabbed his arm. "I've got this online friend—total smoke show. Fitness trainer, micro-influencer, the whole package. I can call her over... if you're interested."
Mason's eyes turned predatory. "Show me."
Lily pulled up a vlog. The second Mason saw the woman's toned figure and flawless face, he practically drooled on his shirt. "Damn! She's hotter than you! But she'd actually come?"
Lily smirked, stretching on the couch. "Depends how... persuasive you are."
Mason immediately transferred money. "There's your $10K allowance, baby."
Lily planted a kiss on his chin and fired off a text. Within minutes, she pumped her fist. "She'll be here at 10! Don't keep her waiting!"
Mason started bouncing around like an overexcited chimp before snapping at me. "Diana! Clean the master bedroom—I want it spotless for our guest! Now!"
Lily moved into my home without an ounce of shame, strutting around like she owned the place. She made herself right at home while I bit my tongue and bided my time.
The torture continued until Labor Day rolled around.
Same old story—I was elbow-deep in laundry and mopping floors while Mason whisked Lily away for their little adventures. But this morning was different. After breakfast, they didn't leave.
"Diana," Mason announced, "I've got a meeting downtown. Take Lily to the hospital for a checkup."
I couldn't care less about Lily's wellbeing, but I played along. "What's wrong with her?"
Mason lifted Lily's shirt with pride, caressing her stomach. "Lily's pregnant. You're taking her for her prenatal appointment."
My blood ran cold.
Only then did I notice the subtle curve of Lily's belly. This wasn't just some fling—she was playing for keeps. First my husband, now my home?
Fine. Let them celebrate. I'd collect every piece of evidence for the storm that was coming.
After Mason left for work, I escorted Lily to the hospital like the dutiful first wife. The OB-GYN gave her a clean bill of health, and Lily practically floated out of the clinic, already dropping out of school to play house.
As if.
But the real show came that night.
After dinner, Mason pulled Lily close, hands wandering, but she pushed him off with a giggle. "Doctor's orders, babe. If you're that desperate..." She shot me a look. "Your first wife's right there."
Mason glanced at me like I was last week's leftovers. "Christ, it's been so long I forgot what you even feel like. Diana, go shower. Consider this your lucky night."
I nearly gagged. "Not happening. I'm on my period."
"Like hell you are!" Mason snarled. "I'll check myself—"
"Relax!" Lily grabbed his arm. "I've got this online friend—total smoke show. Fitness trainer, micro-influencer, the whole package. I can call her over... if you're interested."
Mason's eyes turned predatory. "Show me."
Lily pulled up a vlog. The second Mason saw the woman's toned figure and flawless face, he practically drooled on his shirt. "Damn! She's hotter than you! But she'd actually come?"
Lily smirked, stretching on the couch. "Depends how... persuasive you are."
Mason immediately transferred money. "There's your $10K allowance, baby."
Lily planted a kiss on his chin and fired off a text. Within minutes, she pumped her fist. "She'll be here at 10! Don't keep her waiting!"
Mason started bouncing around like an overexcited chimp before snapping at me. "Diana! Clean the master bedroom—I want it spotless for our guest! Now!"
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