Shared Wife in the Wilderness - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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My hands flew to cover myself as a wave of shame and something else—something thrilling—crashed over me. But panic quickly drowned out everything else. Face burning, I scrambled to yank my dress back on right there in front of Dominic.
God, if the earth could just open up and swallow me whole right now...
I never thought Vincent would actually do something like this!
My whole body shook as I shot him a look that could kill. "Have you completely lost your mind?!"
Vincent hiccuped drunkenly, that infuriating grin still plastered across his face as he gestured between us. "Come on, Dom—tell me my wife's not stunning? Bet she gives your little girlfriend a run for her money!"
Dominic's throat worked as his neck turned beet red. Clearly even he hadn't anticipated this level of shamelessness. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
This was beyond insane.
I couldn't take another second of this humiliation. Without a backward glance, I fled the tent.
By the time I'd changed into something decent, Vincent stumbled back in reeking of whiskey. He face-planted onto the bedding and was out cold before his head hit the pillow.
What fresh hell was this?
Biting back angry tears, I curled into the farthest corner and eventually fell into an exhausted sleep. When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the tent—it was already noon, and Vincent's side was empty.
Pushing aside the flap, I scanned the campsite—and immediately saw red.
There was Vincent, camera in hand, laughing and snapping pictures of Dominic's group like they were old friends. They looked even chummier than last night.
"Vincent! Get over here—now!" My shout cracked across the clearing.
The whole group startled. Vincent's expression darkened instantly as he stormed toward me. "What the hell is your problem? Didn't you cause enough of a scene last night?"
My problem? I caused a scene?
My fists clenched until my knuckles popped.
"You're seriously asking me that? I'm your wife! How could you—how could you just... parade me like that in front of another man?!"
Vincent rolled his eyes with a dismissive snort. "Relax, it's not like you've never been seen before. Besides, I saw his girlfriend naked first. Fair's fair—he gets to see my wife. It's just looking. Stop being so dramatic."
With that, he turned his back on me and sauntered off to resume his little photoshoot.
Watching them all laugh together, my chest ached like someone had reached in and squeezed my heart.
I was the one who'd been violated. So why was I being treated like I'd overreacted?
Vincent had never been uptight about nudity, but this? This was next-level reckless. Was this really how men thought—some kind of twisted quid pro quo where seeing another man's woman meant offering up your own?
Vincent had majored in portrait photography, and by afternoon, Sophia was already hanging off his every word, cooing "Vincent this" and "Vincent that" like some starstruck groupie.
The bitterness rose in my throat, but I'd be damned if I gave him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
Instead, I wandered deeper into the woods—out of sight, out of mind.
But fate clearly had other plans. Because that's when I ran straight into Dominic.
God, if the earth could just open up and swallow me whole right now...
I never thought Vincent would actually do something like this!
My whole body shook as I shot him a look that could kill. "Have you completely lost your mind?!"
Vincent hiccuped drunkenly, that infuriating grin still plastered across his face as he gestured between us. "Come on, Dom—tell me my wife's not stunning? Bet she gives your little girlfriend a run for her money!"
Dominic's throat worked as his neck turned beet red. Clearly even he hadn't anticipated this level of shamelessness. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
This was beyond insane.
I couldn't take another second of this humiliation. Without a backward glance, I fled the tent.
By the time I'd changed into something decent, Vincent stumbled back in reeking of whiskey. He face-planted onto the bedding and was out cold before his head hit the pillow.
What fresh hell was this?
Biting back angry tears, I curled into the farthest corner and eventually fell into an exhausted sleep. When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the tent—it was already noon, and Vincent's side was empty.
Pushing aside the flap, I scanned the campsite—and immediately saw red.
There was Vincent, camera in hand, laughing and snapping pictures of Dominic's group like they were old friends. They looked even chummier than last night.
"Vincent! Get over here—now!" My shout cracked across the clearing.
The whole group startled. Vincent's expression darkened instantly as he stormed toward me. "What the hell is your problem? Didn't you cause enough of a scene last night?"
My problem? I caused a scene?
My fists clenched until my knuckles popped.
"You're seriously asking me that? I'm your wife! How could you—how could you just... parade me like that in front of another man?!"
Vincent rolled his eyes with a dismissive snort. "Relax, it's not like you've never been seen before. Besides, I saw his girlfriend naked first. Fair's fair—he gets to see my wife. It's just looking. Stop being so dramatic."
With that, he turned his back on me and sauntered off to resume his little photoshoot.
Watching them all laugh together, my chest ached like someone had reached in and squeezed my heart.
I was the one who'd been violated. So why was I being treated like I'd overreacted?
Vincent had never been uptight about nudity, but this? This was next-level reckless. Was this really how men thought—some kind of twisted quid pro quo where seeing another man's woman meant offering up your own?
Vincent had majored in portrait photography, and by afternoon, Sophia was already hanging off his every word, cooing "Vincent this" and "Vincent that" like some starstruck groupie.
The bitterness rose in my throat, but I'd be damned if I gave him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
Instead, I wandered deeper into the woods—out of sight, out of mind.
But fate clearly had other plans. Because that's when I ran straight into Dominic.
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