All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Oh, Alvin—”Much like her, Alvin didn’t waste words. Instead, he let his actions speak, and before she could think, his lips crashed down onto hers, urgent and demanding. Patricia wasn’t sure if her body had subconsciously asked for it or if it was simply the gravity between them, but any attempt at rational thought dissolved in the heat of his kiss.Her heart raced as she responded in kind, matching his intensity with a hunger she hadn’t realized was growing inside her. Every touch, every press of his lips stirred something wild within her, a desire she could no longer suppress. What had started as a shared kiss quickly became something more, the kind of hunger that devoured everything in its path.Their bodies moved together, pressing and shifting, lips parting and meeting in a rhythm that felt both desperate and inevitable. Patricia felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, her body arching into his, craving the heat, the touch, the way Alvin made her feel alive. But just as

"God—ooohhhh—uuummmmnnnn..." Patricia’s voice escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure intertwined with desperation, her body trembling under the relentless onslaught of sensations. Her heart pounded in her chest as Alvin's mouth worked over her, his once tender, exploratory caresses now transformed into a fierce, all-consuming hunger that seemed to devour her whole.The atmosphere inside the car was charged, the rain pattering rhythmically against the roof, blending with Patricia’s gasps and moans. Outside, the world blurred behind fogged windows, an isolated cocoon where time ceased to exist—where only the two of them remained, locked in this intoxicating dance. The cool hum of the air conditioner contrasted sharply with the searing heat that engulfed her, radiating from the center of her being, pooling between her thighs where Alvin’s touch had ignited a fire she could no longer control."You like it like this, don’t you?" Alvin growled against her slick skin, his voice a mix of se

As Alvin had planned, they spent the day at the mall, shopping for things his house still needed—essentials like a fridge, TV, and other items. The way he easily entrusted her with picking out the furniture, curtains, and even the bedsheets made her feel a strange sense of responsibility, as if she were arranging a home they might share, although she quickly shook off the thought.They wandered through the polished floors of the mall, weaving between stores filled with an array of shiny appliances and designer furnishings. The air was cool, filled with the hum of chatter and the occasional clink of cutlery from the nearby food court. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread. It was a normal afternoon for many, but for Patricia, it felt strangely surreal.As they strolled past the vibrant display windows, Alvin glanced at her with a small smile, his eyes twinkling under the soft glow of the mall’s lights. “You’ve got good t

Patricia and Alvin shared a passionate kiss by the window of her room. Raw passion that it seemed to set the very air around them on fire. They stood by the large, wide-open window of her room, the pale moonlight casting a soft glow on their intertwined figures.At that moment, Patricia didn’t care if anyone saw them. The room felt secluded, shielded from the world by the towering trees that loomed like sentinels around the old ancestral house. Even the high fence, covered in creeping vines practically covered the windows seemed to protect them from prying eyes.For Patricia, nothing else mattered at that moment—not the outside world, nor the passage of time. All she wanted was to kiss Alvin, to feel the warmth of his lips against hers and revel in the closeness they now shared. There were no words exchanged, only the silent understanding between them—a deep, unspoken connection that pulsed with electricity.That’s right. There was no need for conversation between them. She just wante

PRESENT TIME...The storm raging outside was a perfect reflection of the tempest that brewed between them, a whirlwind of emotions that seemed to tear through the very core of their beings. Every crack of thunder, every flash of lightning, only heightened the tension, as if the universe itself was witnessing the explosive passion unfolding between their entwined bodies. Lightning illuminated the room, casting stark shadows across their forms, their silhouettes fused in an undeniable connection. It was as though even the forces of nature couldn't dampen the fire that burned between them, the energy pulsating with each heartbeat.Alvin’s lips were unstoppable, his touch demanding yet reverent, as if her body was something sacred he couldn’t get enough of. His lips, fevered and insistent, claimed not only her own but trailed a burning path down her neck, over her collarbone, before latching onto her breasts with a hunger that sent waves of heat crashing over her. The way he alternated bet