All Chapters of THE TRIUMPH OF MY CHEATING HUSBAND : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ciara and Herzl were both sitting in the large sitting room, both of them were engrossed in the late evening show they were both watching.The soft door on the oak door snapped them out of their world back to reality as they both turned their heads towards the door.“I'll go get the door, mom…" Herzl volunteered and made to get up, but Ciara's reflex kicked in as she quickly grabbed him by his wrist, pinning him back on the couch.“What's going on, mom? Why didn't you want me to answer the door?” Herzl asked, a puzzled look on his face.“I… I have a bad feeling about this…" Ciara said, her eyes darting between the door and her son —she did not understand why she was having that kind of feeling all of a sudden.“A bad feeling? What do you mean?” Herzl asked, trying to make sense of what his mother was saying.Just then, the knock came up again, this time more insistently. The two of them looked at each other, their faces pale with fear —why would anyone knock on the door instead of rin

“Sir…" Blake called out as soon as he entered the office.“What is it this time, Blake?” Damien questioned with a displeased expression on his face. “You always seem to show up when I'm in the middle of something important.”“I'm sorry, sir!” He quickly apologized and bowed his head slightly. “I thought it'll be better to tell you this before…"Blake trailed off, which made Damien furious. “Yes…?” He demanded as he hit his fist on the desk before him. “Go on, before what?”“Mr. Sebastian has been here for almost half an hour ago and doesn't want to leave.” Blake uttered, breathing out slowly. “He's demanding for an audience with you.”Damien's face was squeezed in a tight frown, lines visible on his forehead. “Why is he here?” His voice was sharp and stern. “Did I not ask him not to come back to my company ever again —he still has the shell too?”“We've tried to make him leave quietly, but he's being persistent.” Blake explained, unable to meet his boss gaze. “He seems like someone wh

A pained expression crossed Damien's face, and Ciara felt a twinge of guilt. “You're right, this isn't ethical.” He admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought my personal feelings into this. It's just that…you're the only woman I ever loved, and I thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us.”“Us…?” She asked him, wearing an obfuscated look. “Was there ever ‘us’?”Damien looked at her with pleading eyes. “Tell me honestly, Ciara. Is there any chance you might feel the same way?” He replied to her questions with his own question instead. “Look here, Damien.” She started on a simple note. “We just met after a couple of years of being drifted apart from each other —feelings don't grow that easily in a day, Damien.”Damien closed his eyes tightly, breathing in the frustration he's feeling at the moment. Why is she always this way —finding every possibly way to make him and his feeling seem inferior? Why does she never reciprocate his feelings

“Are you leaving for somewhere, Ms.?” Gerald asked, even when he's aware of the answer to his question. He tried to hide his emotion from his voice, his hard gaze was fixated on the man opposite him.Ciara smiled warmly before replying. “Yes…" She stated simply. “I'm spending my lunch break with Damien, he wants us to have lunch together.”Her reply hit him hard on his guts, his gaze was still on Damien as he clenched his fist tightly beside him. He's always around her, taking her on business and coffee dates and now, he feels like it better if they have lunch together?Damien seems to notice his unfriendly stare, his brows creased tightly. “Why are you staring at me with such a look in your eyes?” He asked, frowning his face. “Is there something on my face?”Gerald was quick to dissolve his hard stare before Ciara could notice what's going on. He let out a dry chuckle, reducing the supposed growing tension in the air.“Of course not…" Gerald shook his head negatively in response and

Ciara breathed in slowly as she tapped gently on the door for a couple of seconds but got no response. This time, she banged her fist louder on the door. “Dwayne…" She called out in a high-pitched voice. “Are you up already?”Still no response.Ciara was alarmed. “It's better you get up now and open this door before I break it down.” She said as she banged on the door. “I'm not joking, Dwayne!”She placed her hand on the door knob and attempted to open the door but was beaten to it. The door was open from inside, which made Ciara tripped and staggered inside, Dwayne was quick to catch her by wrist, preventing from falling.“Ciara!” Dwayne exclaimed, holding on to her. He looked worried, his brows drawn together. Ciara regained her feet as she jerked off his grip from her wrist, giving him a stern look.“Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't hear you knocking, I was… I was still in bed.” He trailed off, his cheeks turning pink. “I didn't mean to startle you, I'm truly sorry.”Ciara's cheeks