"Push harder... F**k me..."
In the dead of night, Stella twisted the handle of the villa’s front door. Before she could step inside, she heard the sounds coming from upstairs.
A woman’s soft, passionate moans, rising and falling with desire.
Just hearing those sounds, Stella’s mind involuntarily painted a vivid picture of the chaotic scene unfolding upstairs. Her body stiffened, and her fingers instinctively clenched. After a moment, she composed herself, calmly closing the door without even removing her shoes. She took one step after another up the stairs, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the quiet villa.
Perhaps her footsteps were too loud in the stillness of the night because the sounds from the room seemed to quiet for a brief moment before growing louder and more intense, as if trying to break through the walls themselves.
Stella’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, concealing the emotions swirling in her eyes.
Stopping at the door, she lifted her foot and, with a sharp, forceful movement, kicked it open.
The door crashed open, the noise inside the room immediately falling silent.
Inside, her husband of two years, Eric, was sitting lazily. A woman, scantily dressed, had her legs spread wide and was lying on top of him, engaging in shameless acts.
The scene before Stella was a brutal assault on her senses.
"Eric, I told you not to bring these loose women into my house again. You've already dirtied enough of my space!" Stella’s voice was cold, her expression even colder.
Eric raised his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto her calm expression. His brow arched slightly.
"Your house? Stella, after a month apart, your shamelessness seems to have grown. Tell me, what here is actually yours?"
This house, from the construction to the decoration, had all been arranged by Eric. Every item, whether decorative or practical, had been carefully chosen by him. He had once believed this would be the home he’d share with her.
Once.
Stella bit her lip, her fingers tightening slightly around her handbag, but her face remained completely impassive.
Eric glanced at her again, then lowered his gaze. He grabbed the chin of the woman in his arms, the gesture seemingly affectionate, but the coldness in his eyes was unmistakable.
He hated Stella’s ever-composed demeanor. Even when her husband was blatantly cheating right in front of her, she seemed utterly unfazed.
Meanwhile, the woman clinging to Eric, sensing this, pushed her luck and redoubled her efforts to seduce him, acting bolder and more provocative with every move.
Stella’s eyes remained fixed on the two of them entwined on the couch, oblivious to everything but their own lust. Her fingers tightened further. Rationally, she knew she should leave now before it became too painful to witness.
Her wolf spirit, Van, spoke up: "The family business is still waiting for our rescue money."
Her steps faltered, freezing in place.
Eric didn’t even glance at her, continuing his increasingly reckless and blatant actions with the woman—now almost unbearable to watch.
Stella stared at them, a surge of inexplicable rage rising within her, overtaking the jumble of emotions and family matters swirling in her mind. All she could see now was the couple before her, wrapped in their own desires.
Taking a deep breath, Stella suddenly stepped forward, grabbed a nearby glass of water, and threw the icy liquid over the two of them without hesitation.
The woman screamed, quickly rolling off Eric and frantically slapping the water off her body.
Because of the way they were positioned, most of the hot water splashed onto the woman. Eric remained untouched, still lounging on the sofa in a relaxed, almost regal manner. Even with his clothes rumpled and his chest exposed, nothing could diminish the air of quiet nobility surrounding him.
Frankly, the man was breathtakingly handsome.
He raised a finely sculpted eyebrow and fixed Stella with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. His gaze was unsettling, sending a chill down her spine.
Stella couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. She quickly turned away, directing her anger at the woman beside him.
"Get out," she snapped.
The woman, drenched in hot water, was furious. How could she accept this?
Remembering the tension in Eric and Stella's marriage and recalling Eric's earlier passion toward her, she decided to press her luck. Wrapping her arms around Eric’s legs, she feigned distress, crying, "Eric, I’m freezing from the water... and now she’s telling me to leave. I—"
Mid-sentence, she covered her face and began to sob.
Eric lowered his gaze, coolly watching her.
"If she tells you to leave, then you leave," he said flatly.