place in any corner of his life and stay there.
But that’s just the emotional side of me speaking. The logical side that has allowed us to survive all this time is what should be taking the reins.
I stay in my car for a few minutes once I stop in front of Akira’s house. I fix my makeup in an attempt to chase away the puffiness of my eyes.
That damn husband of mine can’t see me at my lowest, not when he makes it his mission to exploit everyone’s weaknesses to drag them down.
I thought I could be in Sebastian’s vicinity, fuck him, be with him while staying married to someone else.
But I was wrong. Utterly and devastatingly so.
I need to somehow turn the tables on Akira so he’ll be forced to let me go.
But that would be as hard as breaking his cool façade. Besides, there’s also the threat of my father and what he’ll do to Mio if I defy him.
And then there’s Kai, but I’m never sure if that sly snake is on my side or if he’s only using me to get in my father’s good graces.
My head hurts.
I step out of the car and remove my shoes at the entrance, then put on my slippers. Instead of going to my room, I make a turn and head to Akira’s.
It could be due to the crying, the sadness, or the need for any semblance of hope. But I have to take a chance and talk to Akira.
Surprisingly, he’s kept to himself about Sebastian. I expected him to threaten and demand he works for him, but it’s been weeks and he hasn’t made an offer yet.
It should make me happy, but for some reason, I’m just apprehensive about his next move. Akira’s silence is never good. It means he’s plotting someone’s ruin and building another person’s hell.
A familiar sound causes me to halt in front of his bedroom. The door is ajar, which is why I’m able to hear what’s happening inside.
I carefully push it open, my fingers sweaty. The scene that unfolds in front of me nearly drops my jaw to the ground.
Akira stands in the middle of his black-themed bedroom in direct view of the rays of the sun that are slipping through the window.
He’s wearing his yukata, but it’s open, revealing his lean muscled chest and his cock as he rams it into the mouth of the last person I expected.
Ren.
My father’s guard is on his knees in front of my husband, his shirt open, his face flushed, and his wrists are wrapped in thick rope behind his back.
One of Akira’s hands is grabbing Ren by the hair while the other has a knife in it. The blade shines in the air with droplets of blood before he runs it down Ren’s neck, over the tattoos on his nape, and then back to his pulse point.
The sound of his cock driving in and out of the guard’s mouth is savage and relentless, like he’s on a mission to break his jaw.
“Open wider,” Akira grunts, lust audible in his voice, but he somehow still sounds like he holds his usual calm. “Make it good.”
Ren’s eyes are defiant, but his face is red and he’s fucking bleeding due to Akira’s knife. Red soaks his shirt, his skin, and even drips onto the floor.
“Do it right or I’ll use your ass, Ren. Actually, I’m using it anyway, but whether I take it easy or tear through you while you scream depends on how you please me,” Akira warns, his pace increasing by the second.
The scene is like the weirdest nightmare. My husband Akira, the damn liar, and my nemesis Ren, who I’ve been metaphorically stabbing in my brain.
How? When?
Though I should’ve suspected something was going on when Akira insisted on working with him instead of Kai, and Ren’s reaction to it.
Or the endless hours they spend together.
Or everything in between, really.
My hand shakes as I retrieve my phone and snap a picture of what’s happening in front of me. The flash goes off.
Shit.
Both Akira’s and Ren’s attention are directed at me. Akira’s bored and a bit annoyed. Ren’s wide and frantic, as if he’s been caught masturbating in public.
I feign calm as I slip my phone back in my bag and lean against the doorframe, acting cool. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Ren jerks backward, releasing Akira’s very big and very unsatisfied shaft. Spit, precum, and blood trickle down his chin as he scrambles across the floor, then stands