All Chapters of My Unfaithful Lover: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JUDITH'S POVI hadn’t heard from Rose in weeks. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was just busy. People got busy all the time, right? But then, as the days passed, I started to wonder. The silence stretched longer than usual. No calls. No texts. Nothing. It wasn’t like her. Rose always had something to say. Even when I didn’t want to listen, she would still find a way to make her presence known.Now, there was only silence.I kept telling myself not to overthink it. She was probably just caught up in something. Maybe she had found a new distraction, a new adventure, or even a new person to entertain her. That was Rose, after all. She was unpredictable, always chasing something exciting. But then I remembered what she told me— there was a huge amount of money for anyone who found her. A life- changing reward. Enough to make anyone turn on her.Maybe someone already had. Maybe Rose had finally been found.That thought settled in my chest like a heavy weight, making it hard

JUDITH'S POVThere’s something about Matthew— something deep. He wasn’t always this powerful lawyer that everyone respects. No, he was just another struggling attorney, barely making ends meet, trying to win small cases and build a name for himself in a field dominated by sharks. He spent years in small, dull offices, drowning in paperwork, hoping for a breakthrough. But nothing big ever came his way. He was just another face in the legal world, another man trying to climb the endless ladder to success.Then, everything changed when he met his wife. She was different— smart, beautiful, and incredibly influential. She was a lawyer too, just like her father, who was a legend in the legal world. Her family owned one of the most powerful law firms in the city, L&B law firm. It was the kind of firm that handled million- dollar lawsuits and represented clients who were untouchable. The kind of place someone like Matthew could only dream of working at.When they got married, his life turned

EMMA'S POV I never thought Judith and I could become friends, not after everything she did to hurt me. She lied, manipulated situations, and even tried to ruin my relationship with Jason. But somehow, I forgave her. It wasn’t easy; it took time, tears, and a lot of self- reflection. I remember crying myself to sleep, wondering why she did what she did. But eventually, I chose to let go of the anger and pain. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I did it. And now, she’s the one person I can confide in. Life is strange like that.It feels odd trusting her, considering everything she did. In this little time, I catch myself doubting her, wondering if she has some hidden agenda. But then she does something kind, something thoughtful, and I realize she’s changed. She’s proven herself over and over again in words and In actions. Lately, she’s been a good listener, and surprisingly, a problem solver. I never thought she could be the voice of reason in my chaotic life, but sh

EMMA'S POV I sat on the couch, my mind still on Jason. He had just left, and the house felt empty without him. His presence always brought warmth and life to the space, but now it was cold and silent. I could still feel his scent lingering in the air, a reminder of the laughter and love we once shared. My heart ached, and my mind raced with thoughts of him. I wondered where he was, what he was doing, and if he was thinking about me too. I missed him already, even though he had just walked out the door.I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a loud bang on the door. It was so sudden that my heart skipped a beat. The noise echoed through the house, breaking the silence and pulling me back to reality. Before I could stand up, the noise came again, even louder this time. It was forceful, impatient, and aggressive, as if someone was trying to break the door down. I was angry. Who the hell was hitting my door so hard? Who dared to disturb my peace like this?I marched to the door, my anger

HANNAH'S POVI always believed that Jason would somehow come back to me. And he did. But the painful part was that he came back strictly for help, nothing more. It was a few weeks ago when I heard a knock on my door. I was in my room, lost in my thoughts as usual. The days had become monotonous, each one blending into the next, as I replayed memories of us over and over in my mind. I missed him terribly, even though I pretended to be fine. His absence had left a void that nothing could fill. I told my twin sister, Rachel, to check who was at the door.After about half a minute, Rachel walked into my room with a mischievous smile on her face. She stood by the door, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. “Guess who is at the door?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.I looked up at her, confused. “You know I’m terrible at guessing. Just tell me, who is it?” My heart began to race, not because I was expecting anyone special but because of the way Rachel was acting. She