All Chapters of DEGREE OF FANCY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As the night wore on, I sat beside Sophia's bed, holding her hand and trying to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. I knew that she was still shaken by the attack, and I wanted to do everything I could to help her feel safe and secure. As we talked, I asked her if she could remember anything about the person who had stabbed her. She thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "I didn't see his face," she said. "He was wearing a black mask and a leather jacket. I couldn't see anything else." I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I heard her words. I had been worried that she might have seen Bridgette's face, and that she might have realized that my wife was the one who had attacked her. But now, it seemed that the culprit was someone else entirely. I squeezed Sophia's hand gently, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. But as we talked, I could sense the fear and anxiety still lingering beneath the surface. She was scared, and she had every

As I slowly came to, I realized that I was lying in my own bed, in my own bedroom. But something felt off. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down.When I finally managed to sit up, I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. That's when I noticed that the door was locked. I tried to stand up and open it, but it wouldn't budge.Panic started to set in as I realized that I was trapped. I looked around the room, searching for a way out, but there was none.Just as I was starting to feel hopeless, the phone on my bedside table started ringing. I hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be, but then I picked it up."Hello?" I said, trying to sound calm."Anton, what's going on?" Bridgette's voice was on the other end of the line. "You've been acting so strangely lately. What's wrong?"I took a deep breath, trying to process everything that had happened. "What did you do to me?" I demanded. "Why am I locked in this room? What's

As the night wore on, I found myself stuck at the office, drowning in a sea of paperwork. I had called Bridgette earlier, telling her not to wait up for me, and had even sent her a picture of my cluttered desk to prove just how much work I had to get through.She had simply told me to take care and to come home safely, and I had appreciated her understanding. But now, as the hours ticked by, I was starting to feel the weight of my exhaustion.I glanced at my watch and saw that it was already midnight. I still had a lot of work to do, and I knew I had to focus if I was going to get it all done. But my eyes were starting to droop, and my head was spinning with fatigue.I decided to take a break and get myself a cup of coffee. I got up from my desk and made my way to the conference room, where the coffee machine was located. I didn't bother to turn on the lights, knowing that the room was empty and that I could navigate it in the dark.As I walked into the room, I heard the sound of high

As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, Sophia looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, can I ask you something?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.Sophia's eyes locked on mine, and she took a deep breath. "Can you stay here tonight?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I want you to sleep beside me."I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the request. I had never spent the night at Sophia's house before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.But as I looked into Sophia's eyes, I saw the vulnerability and longing there, and my heart melted. I knew that I couldn't say no to her, not when she was looking at me like that."Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll stay."Sophia's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she threw her arms around me, pulling me close. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude

The day of Bridgette's birthday had finally arrived, and I had made the difficult decision to stay by her side. As we prepared to greet our guests, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret. I had promised Sophia that we would spend the day together, but I knew that I couldn't abandon my wife on her special day.As we stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, I couldn't help but be struck by Bridgette's elegance. She wore a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was made of silk and chiffon, with intricate lace details that sparkled in the light. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was subtle yet flawless. She looked like a true queen, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be her husband.As for me, I wore a tailored black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. I felt like a million bucks, and I knew that I looked sharp. I had always been particular about my attire, and I made sure that I looked my best for