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CHAPTER 061: All The Imperfect Sides Of Me

Ryan hesitates, still standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he glares at us.Julie’s patience has clearly reached its limits. “Leave, Ryan,” she says.He takes one last look at her, and then, after what feels like an eternity, he steps outside. I feel the tension release from my shoulders, a relief washing over me. But Julie isn’t done. She strides out after him. I follow her, partly to make sure Ryan doesn’t pull any funny business, but mostly because watching him get humiliated is proving to be its own special kind of therapy.Grant, the security guard, is waiting outside, his eyes darting from Julie to Ryan to me.“Mrs. O’Brien, I’m so sorry,” he says. “I tried to stop him from coming in, but the gate’s sensor recognized his car.”Julie gives him a short nod. “Don’t worry about it, Grant. I’ll fix that.”Without another word, she walks over to Ryan’s car, reaching up. She tugs at the sticker tag, struggling with it for a while before ripping it from the w
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CHAPTER 062: The Interview

~~Julie~~By some miracle, Luke got me an interview with Illusionaire, one of the biggest luxury department store chains in the world. I didn’t even know they’re hiring. Fortunately, right when I needed a job, their New York branch had a vacancy for a CMO. Which is rather convenient. Too convenient. But I’m not about to ask questions. Not after that rigorous virtual interview I had two days ago with the hiring team. I swear, they were trying their best to find me unqualified.I’m surprised they called me back for the second round of interviews. The panel interview with the company's stakeholders.I’m driving down Fifth Avenue, my mind a mess of nerves.I glance at the dashboard clock. Fifteen minutes to spare. Good. Enough time to mentally prepare myself—or have an existential crisis. I hit the shuffle button on my playlist. Whitney Houston’s "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" blasts through the speakers. Perfect. I crank up the volume and start singing along. My voice cracks on the high
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CHAPTER 063: The Anniversary

Wow. I don't think she lubed me enough to ram in like that.Things don’t often catch me unaware, especially not partnership details of the company I’m interviewing at. So whatever this is, it’s new.My mind races. “I understand the concern,” I say, choosing each word like a sniper picking targets. “I assure you, I’m more than capable of maintaining professionalism in any situation. My focus will be entirely on Illusionaire and its goals.”“Great.” She leans back in her chair, the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips. It’s not satisfaction. It’s something closer to ‘Let’s see if you’re lying.’The rest of the interview goes like a flash. Questions come at me. I try my best to answer without showing how much I want to strangle Ryan. My facade seems to be working. They are nodding to most of my replies and giving detailed answers to my questions.I can tell I’m winning some of them over. But the woman with glasses—Ms. Ice Queen herself—remains unreadable. I can feel her watching
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CHAPTER 064: Level-headed

I’m pretty sure I broke at least three traffic rules on my way to Luke’s house. My knuckles are white against the steering wheel, and my brain is a jumble of half-formed phrases. Now that I’m pulling into his driveway, I’m not so sure why I hurried. The weight of what he told me—his son, the anniversary, the crowd in his home—is pressing down hard on my chest. I sit in the car for a moment, staring at the mansion. What do you even say to a man who’s grieving his child? ‘Hey, sorry about your son—pass the salt?’ Condolences have never been my strong suit. But I’m already here, so I grab my purse and head to the door.The second I open it, I’m hit with a cacophony of noise. Laughter, chatter, a screaming baby, and telenovela blaring from the TV. I step inside and take a moment to absorb the chaos. The first thing I notice is Javier, comfortably seated in his wheelchair near the center of the room. Next to him is a woman in her twenties holding a baby, who seems to be waging an epic
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CHAPTER 065: The Sis Code

My chest tightens, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. I feel their eyes on me, waiting for some kind of reaction, but I can't find the right words. I can’t even move.Carolina breaks the silence. “It was crazy. Before last year, he’d never done anything like that. Sure, he gets sad on the anniversary—we know that. It’s why November 12th is marked on our calendars. We usually just visit the grave, say a few words, drop some flowers. We did that last year as usual, and then we parted ways. But Lucas… he went back. We were lucky it didn’t get to the press.” “Umm,” Sofía cuts in, “what if it did?” “It would have been a mess, stupid. He’s an important man.” “Who deserves to grieve,” I whisper, my voice so quiet it’s almost drowned out by the hum of the TV. “Did you say something?” Carolina asks. I stand abruptly, the armchair creaking under the sudden shift. “Thank you for the wonderful little time we had together,” I say, forcing a tight smile. “But I’m going upstairs now. To se
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CHAPTER 066: Out Of Character

~~Luke~~ I knew this day would come, the day my son’s murderer, Sara, would make parole. I’d pictured it a million times—what I’d do, what I’d say, who I’d become. Sometimes, in those imaginations, I tell myself it won’t matter. Fifteen years is a long time to keep the past hovering over your head, so whenever she got out, I’d be indifferent about it. But I see now that I’ve been lying to myself. I’m not calm. I’m not indifferent. I want to set something on fire. In my defense, that theory might have worked if she’d actually stayed in prison the entire fifteen years. But it’s been five years. “What the fuck do you mean by she’s out?” I say, getting out of bed. “Where did Mom get this information?” I know it's from my mother. It can't be from my dad. He's secretive about everything, especially sensitive things. Carolina shifts uncomfortably, her arms crossing like she’s trying to shield herself from something. I can feel the room’s air tighten, heavier than it was a second ago. S
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CHAPTER 067: Orange Isn't Your Color

I clear my throat, trying to shake the haze. “It’s about Sara.”There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “As in your ex-wife?”“Yes. She’s out on parole.”“Hold on,” he says. “Didn’t she get like ten years?”“Fifteen,” I correct him. “It’s been five. She’s out.”“Wow.” His tone shifts. “That’s… unexpected.”“Yeah, no shit,” I say. “Why is she out?”There’s the sound of typing in the background, Jerome’s fingers flying across a keyboard, most likely. “Hang on. What’s her last name again?”“González.”“Got it. Sara González. Child endangerment, vehicular manslaughter, reckless driving. Hmm.” He pauses, and I can hear him exhale. “Got out on the 11th of November. Says here: Good behavior.”The words hit like a freight train. “What?”“Good behavior,” he repeats, like he’s reading off a grocery list.“That’s the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard,” I snap, my grip tightening on the phone. “Good behavior? That’s the reason?”“Don’t kill the messenger,” Jerome says. “Look, it’s unusual, s
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CHAPTER 068: Sated

Julie gives me a funny look. “Must be the sweat,” she says.It’s not. But I don’t argue. I don’t have time to think because Julie’s hand slides into my pants. Her slender fingers brush against my skin, sending a tremor through me. My heart races as she expertly caresses me, her touch like a feverish dream. I'm powerless to resist. My mind is consumed by the electric sensations coursing through my body. I feel myself growing harder. She continues to stroke me with a skillful, unhurried rhythm, forward, backward, circular motion—especially at the dripping tip. It's as if she's unraveling me, peeling back layers of restraint and control to reveal the raw, animalistic desire beneath. I'm lost in this moment, adrift in a sea of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of her touch.I pull myself up to my knees, causing Julie's wandering hand to fall out.Then I begin to peel off her clothes. Her eyes stay locked onto mine. The silence is punctuated by our heavy breaths and the soft
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CHAPTER 069: Are You Sara?

~~Julie~~It takes me a couple of seconds to process Luke’s words. And when I do, I freeze. My breath catches and my mind feels like it’s short-circuiting. Did he just say…? No, I must have misheard. My ears are still ringing. The blood rushing through me is loud enough to drown out reality. But no, he said it. He said ‘I love you’. I climb off his body, still trembling from everything we’ve just done. My knees are weak, and I’m not sure if it’s from the sex or from the emotional bomb he just dropped on me. I’m standing there, staring down at him, completely lost for words. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Luke doesn’t move right away. He lies on his back, watching me with those piercing eyes and then a small, lopsided smile. “You don’t have to say anything,” he says. “I just wanted you to know.”He pushes himself up with a groan, rubbing his lower back. “Damn, my back is killing me. Next time you want to get kinky and toss me onto the floor, maybe give me a heads-up.” I la
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CHAPTER 070: Deer Caught In Headlights

Today’s not going as planned. I’ve bribed a child for information, thrown a perfectly good pair of heels in the middle of the street, and am currently chasing down an ex-convict like I’m auditioning for the Olympics. My lungs are screaming, my legs are burning, and yet I can’t stop. Every time I close the distance between us, Sara glances over her shoulder and picks up speed. I feel like a predator chasing prey, except the prey has better cardio.“Hey,” I scream. “Stop running.”She turns sharply into an alley, and I push harder, adrenaline overriding my common sense. When I round the corner, she trips on a crack in the pavement. I’m so close I can’t stop myself, and we both go tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and spilled groceries. “Good Lord!” I gasp, struggling to pin her down without crushing her. “Please, don’t hurt me!” she yells, thrashing beneath me. “What?”“I didn’t do anything!” “I’m not here to hurt you!” My voice comes out sharper than intended. “I jus
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