Chapter 1 Who Was The Man From Last Night

• Genevieve had never imagined sex could be this mind-blowing.
• It felt like fireworks going off in her head, leaving her brain completely fried.
• She couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything. All she could do was cling to his waist in the dark, pulling him closer, begging him to go deeper.
• The sheets were drenched, and he was pounding into her relentlessly. Her body shook with each thrust, her skin slipping against the hard ridges of his abs.
• “I love you, baby,” he growled, his voice low, raw, and almost feral.
• When it was over, she was gasping for air, barely able to get the words out, but she managed to whisper, “I love you too,” before drifting into a deep, satisfied sleep.
• The next morning, she woke up in an empty room, the air still thick with the scent of sex.
• The sheets were tangled around her, and the love bites all over her chest and stomach told the story of just how wild the night had been.
• Genevieve smiled to herself. She and Cooper had been married for a year, but their work schedules were a nightmare. They barely saw each other, let alone had time for anything intimate.
• Last night had been their first real night together. She’d gotten a text from him, asking her to meet him at a hotel. The lights stayed off the entire time, everything happening in total darkness, but it was incredible.
• Now, thinking back on it, Genevieve couldn’t help but press her legs together, her mind replaying the sound of his heavy, sexy breathing. Her ears burned as she remembered how many times he’d kissed her, his lips everywhere.
• Blushing like crazy, she covered her face with her hands and shook her head, trying to shake off the heat rising in her cheeks. But just then, her eyes landed on a necklace on the bed. It was a limited edition piece from Tiffany's with the name “Perfect Lover.”
• I'm glad he knows that he should leave a gift for me.
• Genevieve's lips curled into an alluring smile as she picked up the necklace and put it on. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. A bunch of reporters filed in with their cameras and surrounded the bed.
• Click! Click! Click!
• The cameras flashed continuously to take photos of Genevieve's naked body.
• “Ms. Rachford, you returned from your business trip and immediately came to the hotel to meet your lover. Did you have a fall out with Mr. Sutton?”
• “Have you gotten a divorce in secret?”
• “Ms. Rachford, please answer our questions!”
• Genevieve was caught off guard. The reporters had barged in without notice and hurled malicious questions at her.
• She leaned back against the headboard, seemingly flustered.
• “W-What are you talking about? I was with my husband last night!” Genevieve pulled up the covers to shield her body from the unwanted visitors. She pointed a finger at the door and demanded, “Get out right this instance!”
• “Genevieve!”
• Right then, a furious and icy voice rang out.
• Genevieve felt her vision go black. When she looked up, her husband was standing before her. His usual gentle and elegant self was long gone, and it was replaced by a grim expression.
• “Darling, I'm glad you're here.” Genevieve didn't have time to ask why he had left that early and the reason for his reaction. She crawled over and grabbed his arm. “Last night, you arranged a surprise for me, right? We—”
• Before she could finish, a loud slap landed on her cheek.
• The impact caused her to fall back into bed, and her mind went blank.
• Cooper threw a stack of photos onto her face. The sharp edge of one photo grazed past her cheek. Fresh blood seeped out of the wound and dripped down her chin.
• “I'll see you at nine in the morning tomorrow at the City Hall!” he announced icily.
• After saying his piece, he spun on his heels and strode away as though he were utterly disgusted with her.
• Genevieve covered her cheek, feeling disoriented from the pain. She spotted a photo in her line of sight which showed a man leaving Room 2588. It only showed the man's side profile, and he wasn't Cooper.
• The timestamp was six this morning!
• Genevieve gripped the photo and observed it carefully as her entire being trembled violently.
• The man from last night wasn't Cooper!