Chapter: 2

They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security.

Caden exhaled a lazy stream of smoke, his features calm, almost indifferent.

“No need. I was... a willing participant."

Hank's eyes widened in shock.

Only then did he notice the faint red marks decorating Caden's chest.

Hank's vision started to spin. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman, not even for a casual one night stand.

There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment, which was why he had never been with a woman.

Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events.

Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour."

Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate.

It was obvious she'd been drugged.

And just like that, all his years of restraint and abstinence fell apart the moment he took her into his arms.

And then came the revelation- Alicia was still a virgin.

Two years of marriage to Joshua...

Yet she was still untouched?

The memory of last night's passion stirred something in him, and his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

The unexpected always had a way of intriguing him.

But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear—Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the drug's effects.

By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows.

Only then did she realize how long she had been out. She paused at the door, gnashing her teeth angrily.

Even after she had pushed herself to the brink of collapse, he refused to let her go, as though his stamina was never-ending.

Who was supposed to be the client here?

But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling.

"Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the Line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?"

Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. “I've been better," she murmured.

Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting.

"Joshua's such a piece of shit! He's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?"

The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest.

Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a drug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos.

Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this?