"You feel so f**king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the b*tch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you." 
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach. 
***
When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

Divorced My Cheating Husband and Remarried My Rival

　　Before she could turn her head away and pretend like she didn't just think of us, I saw it.


　　She remembered the usual and steady lovemaking we usually experienced before. Back when I was in love and thought she was also in love with me. The ignorance was blissful.


　　The moment she sat down, the way her legs moved to cross over each other at her ankles, drew my attention and there it was. Why was I such a sucker for her?


　　Did it take just looking at her legs to feel it? To feel like touching her and caressing her? I'm glad to see I wasn't the only one that was thinking like that.


　　Her lips moved as they parted ever so slightly in response to the thoughts. Yes, feel it, I wanted her to feel the need as much as I did. As much as it haunted me everything I remembered what we had.


　　Everywhere was a signpost of our passion and desire, the thought of it did nothing to help matters.


CHAPTER 90 The Apology