The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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"Doctor, I can't thank you enough for that night." His hands were surprisingly large—strong and warm when they brushed against mine.
"Let's all have dinner tonight—Director Liam, you can't deny me the pleasure of dining with such a beautiful woman, can you?" He laughed, his voice rich and inviting. After work, I called my husband to let him know I wouldn't be home for dinner. His response? "Found yourself a target already?" I rolled my eyes and hung up.
The restaurant was lively, our group growing louder with every glass. Three women, four men, three bottles of white, two bottles of red—and with the director watching, none of us could back down.
Xavier kept raising his glass to me, his grin mischievous. "A toast to the brilliant women under Liam's leadership—especially the stunning Vivian. I owe you for taking such good care of me..."
I smirked. "Fine. You drink three glasses, I'll drink one. Deal?"
I should've known better. He downed them without hesitation. Next time, I'd make it a whole bottle for him and a single sip for me. By the end, I'd polished off half a bottle of red myself.
And damn, the more I drank, the lighter I felt.
The energy was electric. It was hard to believe I'd only met him twice—he fit right in, steering conversations with effortless charm. Handsome, witty, and that beard? Dangerous.
He focused on me, his attention flattering but obvious. I caught a few knowing glances from my colleagues. I'm married, I reminded myself.
But the thrill was undeniable. My ego soaked it up like spilled wine.
Was he trying to seduce me? Probably. Did I care? Not enough.
Staying guarded was easy in theory—less so when a man like that whispered compliments in your ear. At least I hadn't crossed any lines.
Yet.
That was a problem for future Vivian. For now, I wouldn't seek him out.
But fate had other plans. We became close—too close. When I realized my feelings weren't just friendly, I pulled back.
Avoiding him didn't stop him from pursuing me. A faithful wife might not climb the wall, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't try to pull her over.
He was seducing me. And I was running out of excuses. First, I told myself he had a family. Then I learned he was divorced. Then I clung to my own marriage—until I remembered how my husband had handed me to that vile old man. The guilt evaporated.
If my husband wanted a child, and fate had arranged it this way... who was I to argue?
After three group dinners and two karaoke nights—where I'd dragged half the office along as chaperones—I finally agreed to meet him alone.
I could hear his grin through the phone. The man was practically giddy. And, God help me, so was I.
The knowledge that I could unravel a thirty-nine-year-old, devastatingly handsome man—one who'd survived five years in AIDS-ravaged America—sent a rush through me.
With the reckless thrill of what was coming, I touched up my makeup and slipped into something that screamed woman, not girl. I refused to look like his daughter beside him.
And just like that, I stepped into my first date since saying "I do."
"Let's all have dinner tonight—Director Liam, you can't deny me the pleasure of dining with such a beautiful woman, can you?" He laughed, his voice rich and inviting. After work, I called my husband to let him know I wouldn't be home for dinner. His response? "Found yourself a target already?" I rolled my eyes and hung up.
The restaurant was lively, our group growing louder with every glass. Three women, four men, three bottles of white, two bottles of red—and with the director watching, none of us could back down.
Xavier kept raising his glass to me, his grin mischievous. "A toast to the brilliant women under Liam's leadership—especially the stunning Vivian. I owe you for taking such good care of me..."
I smirked. "Fine. You drink three glasses, I'll drink one. Deal?"
I should've known better. He downed them without hesitation. Next time, I'd make it a whole bottle for him and a single sip for me. By the end, I'd polished off half a bottle of red myself.
And damn, the more I drank, the lighter I felt.
The energy was electric. It was hard to believe I'd only met him twice—he fit right in, steering conversations with effortless charm. Handsome, witty, and that beard? Dangerous.
He focused on me, his attention flattering but obvious. I caught a few knowing glances from my colleagues. I'm married, I reminded myself.
But the thrill was undeniable. My ego soaked it up like spilled wine.
Was he trying to seduce me? Probably. Did I care? Not enough.
Staying guarded was easy in theory—less so when a man like that whispered compliments in your ear. At least I hadn't crossed any lines.
Yet.
That was a problem for future Vivian. For now, I wouldn't seek him out.
But fate had other plans. We became close—too close. When I realized my feelings weren't just friendly, I pulled back.
Avoiding him didn't stop him from pursuing me. A faithful wife might not climb the wall, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't try to pull her over.
He was seducing me. And I was running out of excuses. First, I told myself he had a family. Then I learned he was divorced. Then I clung to my own marriage—until I remembered how my husband had handed me to that vile old man. The guilt evaporated.
If my husband wanted a child, and fate had arranged it this way... who was I to argue?
After three group dinners and two karaoke nights—where I'd dragged half the office along as chaperones—I finally agreed to meet him alone.
I could hear his grin through the phone. The man was practically giddy. And, God help me, so was I.
The knowledge that I could unravel a thirty-nine-year-old, devastatingly handsome man—one who'd survived five years in AIDS-ravaged America—sent a rush through me.
With the reckless thrill of what was coming, I touched up my makeup and slipped into something that screamed woman, not girl. I refused to look like his daughter beside him.
And just like that, I stepped into my first date since saying "I do."
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