My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake

"You moaned my name like you'd die without me. Were you lying then too, Jack?"

My voice was trembling-but not from desire. From rage. From pain.

Jack's body was still warm against mine, sweat still clinging to our skin as we lay tangled on the couch. Just minutes ago, he had taken me like a starving man-kissing me like he couldn't breathe, thrusting like he had something to prove.

He hovered over me now, his lips ghosting across my collarbone, voice low and possessive. "Baby, don't ruin this moment. I've been gone all week thinking about this-about you."

My fingers brushed his tousled hair-soft, familiar... traitorous. I grabbed his phone from the cushion behind me and turned the screen to his face.

"Then explain this, Jack."

A woman. A red slip. Cleavage. Texts that left no room for doubt.

Jack's smile vanished. And so did the last shred of my trust.

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I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband, Jack Monroe-the man I'd been with for eight years-was f*cking someone else.

Not just any someone. A woman who called herself "Pete Toby," who wore lingerie and sent selfies laced with lust and lies. The message wasn't meant for me. But fate-cruel, deliberate fate-delivered it straight into my trembling hands.

[I think my new nightie is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?]

There was a picture of a woman in a low V-neck red slip dress, her cleavage partly exposed, exuding s*x.

My grip on the phone tightened. I scrolled up and noticed Jack and Pete's previous exchanges were purely work-related, which made me pout. 'Was the message an error? Or.'

A hand wrapped around my waist from behind, destroying my train of thought.

Jack nuzzled his warm body against me and gently bit my earlobe. "Honey, I'm all showered. Do you want to do it on the bed or the couch?"

I could not answer before Jack picked me up and set me down on the couch, his towering height looming over me.

"Since you are not talking, I will make the decision. Let us do it on the couch," Jack murmured, his voice gravelly and his eyes gleaming with a flicker of fire that made me blush instantly.

I was lovely regardless, and the slight flush on my cheeks made me look like a tasty, ripe, juicy peach in the light.

Jack's eyes grew darker. He leaned to kiss me, but I suddenly turned my head away.

Sensing my resistance, he looked at me in confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Jack, usually confident in the workplace, now looked at me with a hurt-confusion mix that softened my heart for the time being. No matter, I was not letting go of the naked selfie I'd just caught a glimpse of. I stopped him with one hand on his chest while using the other to bring his phone to his face, screen showing. "Explain this first."

Jack glanced at the screen and frowned immediately, taking the phone to make a call. It was answered right away.

"Mr. Monroe, what can I do for you?"

Jack's scowl deepened, and his voice turned cold. "I wasn't aware that my secretary started soliciting clients."

There was a pause, then Pete's voice, in a panic, came through. "M-Mr. Monroe, I'm sorry. That message was for my boyfriend. I must have accidentally sent it to you."

"Next time it happens, pack your bags and go!" Jack hung up and faced me, his face softening, despite the hint of complaint. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so don't waste time on someone not worth it. We haven't seen each other for a week. You owe me tonight."

Jack pulled me in for a kiss, but I was not in a good mood despite the issue being settled. I wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow."

Jack's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he did not insist. "Okay, you sleep first. I'm not sleepy yet, so I'll go to the study to do some work." "Okay."

It started raining heavily in the early hours of the morning.

The sound woke me, and I reached out only to feel the chill emptiness beside me. I glanced at the clock-3:16 a.m.

I couldn't help but speculate whether Jack was still at the office.

I got up, put on a robe, and tiptoed to the study, but it was dark and empty. My hand tightened on the door handle, and my heart dropped.

My phone suddenly rang, startling me in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a message from a stranger, I had a premonition that opening it would be a point of no return for Jack and me.

A thunderclap outside startled me and I accidentally pressed it.

[Still awake? Because your husband isn't with you?]

[I was scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort me.]

[Don't you want to know where your husband is?]

My hands trembled uncontrollably when I read the messages and the boasting tone. After a while, a message with an address and a series of numbers came through.

I bit my lip, grabbed my car keys, and drove straight there.

It was after 4:00 a.m. when I reached the villa.

I entered the code, and the door opened.

The living room lights were on. A suit and lingerie were strewn from the door to the bedroom door, indicating how frantic they had been. I couldn't help but feel a touch of absurdity as I noticed the ripped red nightgown on the bedroom door.

Although the bedroom was some meters away from the entrance, it took an eternity for me to reach it. I was light-headed and dizzy as I stood before the bedroom door. I extended my shaking hand and gradually pushed the half-open door.

The vision of the disheveled bed and the naked couple embracing- their labored breathing permeating the air-cut through my heart. The couple was so caught up that they did not see me standing there.

My hand on the doorframe turned white from gripping it too hard, with red marks on my palm. I had been with Jack for eight years, from high school through marriage, the envy of everyone who knew us. Until today, I had never once considered betrayal between us.

Now reality kicked me hard. Not even the most sincere wedding vows could withstand a fickle heart.

Unable to bear the sight, I turned and stumbled out, driving away. I drove by a bar on the way and decided to enter.

I was already on my second bottle of whiskey when Zara Ozziy walked in, my vision slightly blurred. "Zara, you're here."

Scowling at the sight of me surrounded by several men, Zara ordered, "All of you, leave!"

"No, they're fine here-"

"I said, get out!" Having shooed the men away, Zara sat down beside me. "What's wrong? Did Jack actually cheat on you?"

Zara was my roommate in college and had watched me go through my relationship with Jack from school to marriage. She had witnessed Jack treating me well all these years and could not believe that he would cheat. My eyes lost their luster at the mention of Jack's name, and the sore ache returned. "I don't want to hear that name right now."

I swallowed my drink in one go. I never suspected Jack of cheating on me. Having him with another woman in bed stabbed me in the heart like a dagger.

"I don't think so. He loved you so much. He wasn't the type to cheat. Maybe there is a misunderstanding," Zara stated.

Cold laughter. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?"

The room was silent.

Drinking as if there was no tomorrow, I was watching, Zara snatched the glass from my hand. "Even if he cheated, you can't punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?" "I'm getting a divorce. Just seeing him with that woman makes me sick."

Gazing into the defiance in my bloodshot eyes, Zara experienced a pang of sorrow. "Don't think of it now. You need to rest. When you're thinking clearly enough, figure out what to do next. I'll take you home."

I shook my head once more. "No. I don't want to go home."

Returning to that house would be only to relive the disgusting images of Jack's betrayal. Each memory made me feel sick.

Seeing my hesitation, Zara did not pressure me. "I'll arrange a hotel room for you."

Having booked a room, Zara took me to the hotel entrance. "Do you absolutely not want me to take you up?"

I shook my head. "No, you go rest. I will be fine."

I gestured with the room card and went into the hotel.

Watching me walk firmly, Zara at last relaxed and drove away after I was inside the hotel safely. She was unaware of the fact that I, while drunk, appeared sober but was utterly in a mess from within.

I walked into the elevator, swiped my card, and the elevator began moving upward.

The doors opened soon with a ding.

My legs almost gave way when I stepped out onto the carpet. I leaned against the wall, massaging my thudding temples as I searched for room 8919.

The liquor was getting to me, and I could see blurry.

Room 8919 stretched out before me, and I slid the card into the door. When there was no beep, I glared and was about to push the door open when it swung open by itself.

I tensed up. Before I could budge, a big hand yanked me into the dark room.

The door clanged shut behind me, eliminating the hallway illumination. I was jammed up against the door, a male's warm mouth in my ear, causing chills to rush through me. The scent of pine filled my nostrils, but before I could recognize it, his warm lips were on mine.

"Mmph!" Seeing what was happening, I struggled.

Lyon was strong, and with the liquor sapping my strength, my hands were limp, almost inviting as I shoved against his chest. Lyon's hands stroked my body, and they left a trail of fire, my body reacting more to his touch.

I tried to push him away, but he easily caught my wrists and held them over my head.

"Let- Mmph! Let me go."

He stopped kissing me and laughed. "No need to play hard to get."

His fingers traced down my collar, the cold pressure making me shiver. His warmth dissipated seemed to melt me, and my legs turned weak.

Darkness heightened my senses. I felt Lyon unbuckling my clothes, my mouth dry, my last shred of sense warning me that I was overdoing it.

"Let me go!" I employed every bit of strength I possessed to push him, but he simply threw me over onto the bed.

The bed was soft, so I didn't hurt, but the shock spun my head around. I tried to get up, but Lyon pinned me down. Then my clothes were yanked off and we were practically naked.

He shoved at me, ready. His authoritative presence made my hairs stand up on end. I shoved back against his chest, biting my lips hard to keep myself calm and cool.

"Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me go." My voice shook with tension.

"Tsk!" Lyon's voice was impatient, icy. "Still playing?"

He was about to stand up and throw himself out when the room light came on suddenly. I had accidentally knocked over the table in the struggle and switched on the light in the process.

The light caught Lyon by surprise. He was taken aback to find the scared woman beneath him.

I, at the sight of Lyon, saw my face whiten. The horror sobered me immediately. I couldn't believe it-the man who almost attacked me was Jack's uncle, Lyon Summer!

"Uncle Lyon."

I had always been careful around Lyon. He was the youngest son of Richard Monroe and Marie Thorne, indulged by them and renowned for his mercurial, cold nature. Even strangers avoided crossing him. When I married Jack, he had warned me to keep away from Lyon.

"Shut up!" Lyon's face was black, his eyes glacial, as he considered whether he should shut me up for good.

Then, his eyes shifted to my bare chest, darkening. He turned around, standing from the bed. "Get dressed and get out!"

When Lyon stood up, I caught him where I shouldn't, and my face burned with embarrassment.

When Lyon noticed my flushing face, his face became even more scowling. "Still not leaving?"

I wasn't concerned with my embarrassment as I quickly dressed and left without looking back.

After going out, I double-checked the room number and knew my mistake-it was not Room 8919, but Room 8916!

I had gone into the wrong room and nearly slept with my husband's uncle. The realization worsened my headache. I should have let Zara take me up. Alas, regrets now were too late.

When I had departed, Lyon placed a call with a frown on his face. "Delete all of the surveillance footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!"

He hung up the phone and looked at the messy bed and sheets and picked up a cigarette, his frustration growing.

He had almost slept with his nephew's wife. What a disaster!

I was thinking for ages when I got back, before finally sending a message to Lyon, someone whose number I had had for three years but never called. Sofia: [Uncle Lyon. Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.]

I waited for ages, but nothing came back from Lyon. Frowning, I sent another message.

Sofia: [?]

The instant I clicked, a red exclamation point came up: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.] I clamped my lip. Lyon had unfriended me. He obviously didn't want to speak about this anymore. Glad, at last I had a semblance of peace.

I returned home, it was already past 6:00 a.m.

The instant I entered, I caught sight of Jack lying on the sofa. He turned around from the sound of the door opening, his sleep-deprived eyes. "Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why did you not pick up?"

Jack stood up and walked towards me quickly, with his hand raised to grasp mine, but I pushed him off.

He stood there, ready to say something, but I got in first, my voice cold. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?"

I had always been kind. We had only ever fought a handful of times in our eight years together. This was the first time I had ever addressed him in such a cold manner.

Jack knew something was amiss and saw my red, puffy eyes. His face darkened, and his fist formed at his side. "You know, don't you?"

His tone was even, devoid of guilt or panic, as if he had been waiting for this day to arrive.

Seeing his remorseless face, my long-held anger finally boiled over. I swung my bag at him, my eyes blazing with rage, like a lunatic.

Everything good that we had, every joyful moment, was ruined at once the moment I caught him in bed with another woman. They could never be assembled together again.

"Jack Monroe, why did you do something so nasty for?! You could divorce me if you didn't love me anymore. Why did you have to hurt me like this?"

I had believed no one could ever come between us. But reality was harsh, and it woke me up to the lies he had told me, and turned my love for him into laughter. Sensing my red, tear-filled eyes, Jack's heart stung. He embraced me with all his might and grasped my hand. "Sofia, I'm sorry."

I shoved him away, wanting to laugh but all that would come was tears. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!

"Is it so hard to be faithful?

"Since I've been married, I've had plenty of wonderful men come my way, and some have even asked me out. But I've never crossed the line. If I can do it, why can't you?!"

Jack clenched his fists when he saw the anger and frustration in my eyes.

"Sofia, I love only you. It was an accident with her."

His apology came out so flimsy that I could not help but laugh and feel sick at the same time.

"So you're telling me that I can sleep with some other guy and then say it was an accident? That I might have cheated on you physically, but my heart is still yours?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Jack's eyes. "If you dare, I'll murder you and that man together in bed."

Seeing his icy glare, I experienced a chill in my heart. If he knew that betrayal was unacceptable, why did he keep on betraying me?

I took a deep breath and spoke leisurely. "Do you recall what I said to you when you were proposing?"

I had informed him that if ever he would betray me, I would not forgive him but would leave him.

Jack's expression changed. "I will not let you go!"

I wiped my tears, my face a mix of ridicule and contempt. "Whether you want it or not, I've made up my mind. I'm divorcing you. You do not deserve forgiveness." With that, I ignored his reaction and proceeded upstairs.

Jack looked at my back, his eyes dark.

In the bedroom, I went straight into the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of alcohol on me. When I was applying body wash, I noticed red welts on my chest and stopped. Lyon's hands roaming over my body came into my mind, and I wrinkled my face. I scrubbed marks hard until the skin around them was red, trying to erase his touch. I got out of my shower to see Jack sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, looking very thoughtful. I scowled and decided to ignore him. We were going to be divorced anyway.

Jack looked up and saw me coming out in just a towel. My wet hair poured water, my freshly washed face red like an opening rose with a seductive fragrance. The towel clung barely to my hips, and my pale, long legs were visible. His breath was taken away, his eyes locked on me.

I didn't know about Jack's response. I stepped to the closet to grab my pajamas when a pair of arms hugged me from behind.

"Sofia." Jack's voice was husky, heavy with unbridled hunger.

Jack had been thinking about how to get me to come back downstairs after I went out. The only idea he could think of was to get a child from me. He came up to try and talk to me about it, planning to approach me slowly. He lost his head seeing me when I came out of the shower.

When I was a kid, things like that used to make me angry, but today I just felt nauseated. I spun away from him, pushing him off, my eyes full of disgust. "Don't touch me. I feel dirty."

The hurt flashed in Jack's eyes. He put my hands in his, his expression stern. "Didn't you always want to have a baby? Let's do it now, okay?"

I shook him off his matter-of-fact attitude. "That was before. I might have a child one day, but it will not be yours."

His words enraged Jack. He pushed me onto the bed and pinned me down. "Say that again!"

His eyes were ablaze with rage, but I didn't care. "No matter how many times I tell you. I'm sickened by you. I'd die before I had your child."

As soon as I'd spoken, Jack passionately kissed me.