Chapter 4 Having An Affair In Front Of The Wife.

Presuming her to be high and mighty, Anthea was nothing more than a defeated woman. A woman who couldn't utter a word when her husband shamelessly brought his mistress home.

Raymond was a man with a strong desire for control, not allowing any woman serving him to shift their attention elsewhere, even for a fleeting moment. Thus, the sight of Alva's divided attention made him even more ruthless, his hands gripping tightly around her slender waist.

Bending over, he ceaselessly toyed with the woman beneath him, making her forget Anthea's existence, only soft, beguiling moans escaping from her within his embrace. The woman's body, already lost in carnal desire, was melting further into the man's arms.

Alva arched her back, moving in rhythm with him. Her moans became louder, an echo reverberating straight into Anthea's ears.

Anthea clenched her jaws. Since when had these illicit lovers become so nonchalant toward others? Her high-heeled shoes clacked against the ground as she approached the car. Only when she got closer did she discern the intensity of the actions happening within the vehicle.

Raymond was like a madman, ravishing Alva's body, leaving her no choice but to succumb to his movements.

Without glancing at his rightfully wedded wife standing outside the car, Anthea was stung by the sight within.

She needed to find out how many women her husband had relations with or how many he had brought home for such displays.

All she knew was that these two were a match made in hell, equally fearless and defiant.

She realized how far people could go for the first time in her life.

Bringing his mistress home, engaging in intimate acts in the car, and becoming even more audacious upon seeing his wife standing outside - as if taunting her.

After a moment's hesitation, she knocked on the car window. Hearing the knock but without any intentions of stopping, Raymond hastened his pace, causing Alva to let out blush-inducing, heart-throbbing moans, then again pushing her down onto the control panel.

While switching their positions, he conveniently pressed the button to lower the window.

Seeing no signs of the two in the car intending to stop, Anthea twisted her lips into a mocking smile and said: "You two don't need to save on hotel fees. Don't engage in these filthy activities here."

Alva looked outside the car. She saw a beautiful girl dressed in a blouse and short skirt, her face meticulously made up as if she had just stepped out of an office.

In stark contrast to her current state, she is naked and involved in a shameful act with another woman's husband. But who could blame her? The man entwined with her was the lawfully wedded husband of that girl.

Raymond was handsome, skilled, and wealthy. Despite being his wife, if that girl couldn't keep him, she had no one to blame but herself when another woman stole her husband.

She licked her lips, asking amidst her fragmented moans: "Ummmm... Don't go so fast...! Who is this...! Isn't this...! Your wife...! Darling... please be gentle..."

Raymond slowed his movements.

He had had an ample share of romantic experiences, enough to make a woman drown in the waves of pleasure, an abyss she couldn't escape from.

He directed his gaze at Anthea for the first time tonight but swiftly averted his eyes, shifting his attention back to the woman beneath him: "My wife? Certainly not. She is unworthy!"

Anthea stood by the car door, stunned by his immediate denial of their relationship and the casual insult that followed.

Who could imagine that the man, heralded by the press with praise as the "golden son-in-law", the "nation's husband" wouldn't even acknowledge the existence of his wife? Although they had no affection, she had grown used to his disregard.

But such degrading and humiliating language, this was a first.

Her patience was gradually being eroded by him, bit by bit.

Once, twice, then thrice, and eventually, he would consider berating his wife as a matter of course.

It was both tragic and laughable that she could do nothing about it.

Alva's legs clung tightly around Raymond's waist, her eyes closed in enjoyment, yet she didn't forget to speak about the woman outside: "If she's not your wife... how... how did she get into your house... you must be joking..."

He chuckled, as if discussing something of little importance: "I was also fooled by her appearance, thinking she was a well-behaved and gentle woman.

Unexpectedly, she's nothing more than a cheap seductress.

I hadn't been home for a while, so she probably couldn't stand it and went out to find other men.

Otherwise, why would she return home in the middle of the night?

Don't be fooled by her scholarly appearance, she may act modest on my bed, but she's far from innocent."

He knew that Anthea had come home late because of work. He just couldn't resist the urge to insult her.

Only when he saw a glimmer of pain and resentment in her eyes did he feel a surge of pleasure deep within his soul.

Therefore, time and time again, whenever they crossed paths, he would find ways to inflict pain on her. This had become his perverse pleasure, so much so that seeing her in front of him and not causing her pain would result in a restless night. Unknowingly, he was paying more attention to Anthea's feelings, albeit negatively.

He wanted to see her in pain. The more she suffered, the happier he became.

In his twisted mind, he believed she deserved all this torment. Even bringing his mistress home wasn't new, but it was the most intense.

Much like a rebellious child trying to provoke the adults, he crossed the line even more, seeking everyone's attention.

With one difference, the object of his attention was one person only.

Anthea Nicholas - his lawful wife.

He wanted to know when she would finally be unable to bear this torment and agree to a divorce.

While Raymond's twisted thoughts remained unknown, Alva understood he was trying to provoke his wife.

She turned to look out the car window, pretending to be surprised: "Hey, you there, aren't you going to leave while we're having fun? Why are you so shameless? Go away. I am here, he doesn't need you, leave, and he'll call you when he needs someone. Right, darling?"