All Chapters of More Than A Business Deal: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The driver pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant, and I pulled out my phone to call Danielle to let her know that I had arrived. This was also me giving the other women who were with her time to get their act together.I was not new to the whole society wives club. I’ve never been part of one, but I had a good idea of what happened in circles like that. That was how I knew I would be the topic of their gossip as the new member and Atticus’s sudden wife.Danielle would obviously have told them that there was going to be a new member, and it was no other than the most eligible bachelor who was no longer a bachelor’s wife.The media was still buzzing with the news that Atticus Hayland was married, and I had made sure to keep off my social media for the time being. I was not in the mood to deal with any negativity, and I was not willing to let some dreamers spoil my mood with their sorry excuse of what they thought were perfectly structured insults that would aim to attack my person.I

“Am I really going to do this?” I muttered to myself.It had been really hard for me to make a decision and to also come up with a plan for what I wanted to do.I stayed up all night weighing my options and chances while trying to come up with the best possible answer, and guess what I came up with? Nothing…blank…nada.I mean, what would you have done if you were in my position? My eyes had become too heavy and had water streaming down my face, and I was unable to process any thoughts by the time it was four a.m., so I just decided to give in to sleep. By the time I woke up this morning without any answers, I just decided to go with my gut, and my stupid gut told me I could do it and more. I didn’t have a plan, so I was just going to go with the flow. The only plan I had was to reach out and stop being invisible. I didn’t have anything other than that. No detailed specifications or anything like that. I was leaving my fate up to nature, well, not entirely, but most of it. I was aw

I was unable to sleep a wink last night. I mean who would be able to when their husband was fucking a girl who wouldn’t even try to keep her voice down as she screamed in pleasure. The pleasure that my husband was giving her in my home. As I lay awake in my bed all night, a thousand and one emotions filtered through my mind as I listened to them.I was pissed, jealous, angry, sad, frustrated all in one night and now I was more mentally drained than I was physically. My pride was the only thing that kept me from flinging my covers back and marching towards his room to drag that slut by her hair and throw her out of my house, stark naked in the middle of the night but the thought that I may also be humiliated by my husband in front of her held me back. I knew she was well aware that he was married since the news of our marriage was basically plastered all over the internet, and yet there she was, shamelessly yelling harder, faster, oh you’re so big throughout the night. I was sure t

I had been standing in front of the mirror for the past twenty minutes trying to decide if I had gone a little bit too extra with my clothes.Danielle said I needed to make a statement across, and what better way can I do that other than to start with my dress?It was a simple off-shoulder black gown, but you could tell it was very expensive just from the material it was made of, and the red bottoms to match made me look even more high-end. To make sure I appeared even more mature and classy, I was letting my hair down and in waves. After the previous encounter where I looked like a college student with my casual clothes while the others looked like they were going for a formal event, I was not going to be caught off guard and insulted again.“Green is going to be the main colour of the lunch today,” Lily sang from behind me, and I chuckled in amusement at the terms she was using for jealousy.“I don’t know about green, but there won’t be any opportunity for me to be messed with” “D

So, I may or may not have spent the entire nine days my husband was away mapping out a plan on how to get him to pay more attention to me and me alone and guess what amazing plan I came up with? Nothing. It wasn’t that I didn’t come up with anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I had come up with a billion plans, and I was starting to look like a federal agent about to carry out an important task, so why did I have nothing in the end? It was because I liked none of the plans. With every plan I had come up with, the other part of me had managed to find something wrong with it. Either it was not well detailed enough, felt like a route to total failure or I felt it made me look pathetic and like an attention whore.So now I lay on my bed, my mind reeling from the aftermath of being stressed to its limit without a plan, and my husband was due home in five hours. I scanned my head through the various plans that I had previously made to see if there was one approach I could use, bu