Yvette rested her head against the cold bathtub while she lets her body submerged in the water. The scenes with Clyde fucking her hard last flashed in her mind like a movie without a pause. She saw the details vividly and she can’t believe that her body tingled for it. She chuckled to herself bitterly and shook her head. The fucker is really good in bed. This is probably the reason why his mistresses settled for less. They don’t mind being low just to experience this kind of sex huh? And is that enough? Is that enough to ruin your reputation as a woman? Is it enough to hurt a woman who stayed loyal? Where did their strength come from? If the devils reincarnated it’s probably them. Her jaw was clenching while thinking about Clyde’s mistresses. And remembering how Clyde made her so horny last night made her mad more. The lust he made me feel isn’t enough to soften my heart for him. I will slowly put him in the pits of hell until he begs for his death… and this is just the start. I

Yvette drained her whole energy after their vigorous sex. They did it thrice until she passed out. When she woke up, she noticed her lunch at the edge of her bed. She crawled and looked at it curiously. There's one piece of pink tulip beside the plate and a letter. She looked at the letter and read the message that Clyde wrote into it. I'll be at the office. You can come in if you want something. Eat your lunch. Yvette smirked and tossed it away. She lifted the glass of orange juice and sip on it. Fresh oranges. She can say that Clyde used fresh fruits to prepare juice for herself which is what she likes the most. Probably the cook... Nice job. They know my taste.She ate her lunch. She was in the middle of chewing it when someone knocked and came in. She saw Alice smiling at her. "Do you like it?" she asked. Yvette smiled and nodded. "Did you cook it? I love the taste of it." "Oh no... it wasn't me," she said and placed her dress wrapped in plastic. "It's your husband who cook

Clyde’s mind was bombarded with those thoughts. It added to his curiosity more when Yvette doesn’t want to go out with him in public when he told her they will have dinner again.“For what reason?” he asked while Yvette was having her tea in the garden peacefully. She’s wearing another black sleeveless dress while her hair was in a high ponytail. Her nails were colored black too compared to the other days which is red. As if she’s mourning for something. “Because I don’t like it?” she raised her brow. “Is it because of what happened last night?” he pointed out. Yvette’s brows furrowed while thinking about what he was talking about. She doesn’t want to jump to conclusion that Clyde probably found out about her secret but that’s impossible. Her boss didn’t see her last night. Even though a pang of nervousness bloomed in her chest, she acted unbothered and sipped on her tea calmly. “About what?”“That man on the table you saw. Was it about him? You suddenly acted strange as soon as

"Here," she showed the screen of her phone. Clyde looked at the designs she showed. His brows shot up with the details of the dress. She used a black pen and the intricate design of each part draw his attention."Wow," he gasped with too much fascination.Yvette swiped left. Clyde's jaw dropped. The long dresses were amazing. Yvette continued to swipe from the left. Clyde was so fascinated by each design that he didn't even blink while looking at them. "You made all of it?" he asked. "Yup." "I didn't know you have a hidden talent like this," he gasped. "Coz you never bothered asking me things, Mr. Smith," she smirked and pulled her phone away from him. Clyde admits that he never asked her things about her likes and dislikes. He only knows some things through watching Yvonne silently. He knows he's fond of orange juice because that's what he always noticed. Or he likes wearing white from the past but she suddenly swaps into black dresses. Or her love for books but she's more into

Yvette wanted to think that the lady was just trying to make some excuses but when she heard the luxurious jewelry store and Clyde taking out a blue packaging box, her accusations vanished."Bought this since you're not wearing our ring so..." Clyde opened the box in front of her. The lady gasped. Even the waiter smiled at them like they witness a beautiful proposal and they don't want to miss it. Yvette looked at the expensive wedding ring in front of her. The diamonds sparkled on her eyesz. It looked so elegant and she imagined it on her finger once. "Oh my..." the lady took her phone out happily and she started filming them. Yvette was too stunned that she didn't know what to do. Clyde held her hand and took the wedding ring out of the box. "May I?" he asked her permission first. Yvette was contemplating things. She wanted to make a scene. She wanted to draw everyone's attention but she doesn't want too much drama on that night. Knowing that she was in Paris, the city of love