137. Unforeseen Consequences

**mature content**

William's pov -

The memory envelops us in its dark embrace, shadows dancing across the room as Ema and I bask in the afterglow of our success. Our victory is sweet, a testament to the power of manipulation and desire. Our carefully woven web is tightening around Abigail and Michael, and the thrill of it courses through my veins.

"Ema," I murmur, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin, "they're on the brink of separation. Can you feel it?"

She turns her head to meet my gaze, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Oh, William, I can practically taste it. Michael is slipping through Abigail's fingers, and soon, he'll be all mine."

I chuckle darkly, my fingers tracing a trail down her spine. "He's not in New York, you know. Off on some 'international project.' What a flimsy excuse. He's running, Ema. Running from the truth."

Ema's laughter is like music to my ears. "Of course, he is. His fragile male ego can't handle the fact that his wife was in bed with you, his