The Day I Caught Him Cheating, I Married Another

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 762 | Released on: 19/01/2026

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o look at Carmine. His profile was sh

softly. "For Grandma.

s relaxed on the leather steering wheel. "S

absolute. Kiley felt a shiv

"And the private transport. How much was it? I can set

He hated this. He hated that she constantly tried to mon

have a friend on the board at Saint J

employee discount covers

ly. "And favors in the corporate world are wor

hausted mind, it was the only explanation that made sense. Carmine was a man who kne

he seat. The hum of the engine was

against the window, then slipping down toward the cen

weight of her head, the soft br

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the cup holder. A

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private bay. Ki

his seatbelt, then hers. She slumped forward

ked around, and

nder her knees, one behind her b

k of his neck, inhaling his scent of sandal

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a suit holding a sleeping woman in a white dress.

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second, then saw Kiley sleeping in

the long hallway lined with art that cost more than her fat

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“I walked into my apartment dripping wet from the rain, only to hear a guttural moan coming from the bedroom. I told myself it was just the TV, but my shaking hands could barely fit the key into the lock. When the door swung open, I saw a pair of red stilettos on the floor and my fiancé's favorite silk tie discarded like trash. I pushed the bedroom door open to find Javon in our bed with another woman, the sheets I had just washed two days ago tangled around them. Instead of apologizing, Javon looked at me with a sneer and barked, "You don't know how to knock?" He claimed he paid the bills, even though I worked double shifts just to keep the lights on while he chased a promotion he'd never get. When I slapped him, he didn't show remorse-he called me a "stupid bitch" and lunged at me with a look of pure malice. My life was a total wreck; my fiancé was a cheater, and my grandmother was about to be kicked out of her nursing home because I was forty dollars short of the payment. I felt like I was falling off a cliff with no one to catch me. Why was the man I loved treating me like a cockroach in my own home? Just as Javon moved to strike me, a shadow fell over the room. A man in an expensive black trench coat stood in the doorway, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the room. It was Carmine Wilkinson, a man I had never met but whose terrifying calm made my heart stop. He didn't look at the trash on the bed; he only looked at me. He handed me a monogrammed handkerchief and asked one simple, brutal question. "Do you want revenge?" I nodded, desperate for any lifeline in the middle of my imploding world. He didn't offer me a shoulder to cry on; he looked me in the eye and gave me an ultimatum that would change my life forever. "Good. Get your ID. We're going to City Hall."”