Crossroads

Chapter 1 Three Years Of Marriage Stephanie Reed had started to sense that something was off in her marriage. She couldn't understand it. After all, her husband had pursued her with undeniable passion and had been eager to marry her right after she graduated atContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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Yet, their marriage was more like a...companionship marriage, no s*x at all.

They shared the same bed, but he never touched her.

However, tonight was different, and Stephanie was incredibly nervous because her husband had suddenly taken her to an upscale private club...

Stephanie lay on her side on the large, white bed, feeling sore and weak.

Stephanie wasn't used to the intensity yet. Her memory was hazy, but she knew the past few hours had been wild.

Though he was not that gentle, she still felt a sweet warmth in her heart. After three years of marriage, they finally had s*x.

Previously, she had been worrying whether her husband had some problem or if he no longer loved her, even worrying about divorce, but thankfully...

Stephanie opened her eyes, smiling and feeling a bit weary yet blissfully content.

The suite was expansive and luxuriously furnished, and at that moment, she was alone in the bed. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Her husband, Kevin Nelson, was likely taking a shower.

Then, she heard the bathroom door click open, and a man stepped out, clad in a bathrobe.

Stephanie was nestled comfortably in the bed, her cheeks flushed as she heard the door open, and she shyly glanced toward the bathroom.

Although they had just slept together, it was still her first time, and her heart pounded as she faced him again.

As his footsteps approached, Stephanie nervously pondered whether to say something, perhaps even that she loved him.

But before Stephanie could speak, he broke the silence. "Why are you still here?” He sounded a bit displeased. His voice was deep and magnetic, surprisingly soothing to hear.

But...

Stephanie was completely shocked, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the stranger before her. "Who... Who are you?" she stammered.

She didn't know that man at all!

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Stephanie screamed in fear.

Her husband had brought her there. That was supposed to be their suite. That stranger shouldn't be there!

Panic-stricken, Stephanie snatched the blanket and scrambled off the bed, glaring at the man. "How did you get in here? Where's my husband? Where is he?"

His features were chiseled and exuded a sense of cruelty. A sense of impatience flickere across his face. Suddenly, he stepped forward, extending his arm to yank Stephanie up.

"You want to mess with me?" His voice, cold, carried a sneer.

He suddenly grabbed Stephanie by the right shoulder, his grip strong enough to lift her off her feet.

"Let me go... Get off me!" Stephanie's cheeks flushed with fear and fury as she struggled.

The man wore a soft white bathrobe, casually open. His damp hairo m glistened, and/water droplets traced paths down his bare chest.

Stephanie felt a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"Who do you think you are? You can't leave now." His voice held a coldn indifference and his eyes roamed En over her body. "But..."