《Sinful Pleasures: In Bed With His Best Friend 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

DOMINIC I let out a sharp laugh, eyes fixed on the divorce papers in front of me. Was Olivia serious? Did she really think she could just walk away from me, with a divorce in hand? My gaze flicked over the pages, stopping at the number—ten million dollars I scoffed again. Ten million. Olivia didn’t have that kind of money. She could work her whole life and never come close. So where was she even supposed to get it? The thought lingered, twisting in my mind, and for a moment I wondered if she knew something I didn’t. My hand slammed onto the table, hard. The papers jumped, and my jaw clenched as anger surged through me. Was she cheating on me all this time? Was she with someone else? And was that the man who gave her the money? The thought made heat burn up my neck and face. My chest rose and fell fast, thoughts spinning out of control, then her voice echoed in my head, her words from earlier replaying, sharp and clear. “You said no man would ever want me again.

DANTE “Why do you think you’re about to spiral out of control?” Linda sat across from me, pen ready over her notepad, her bright blue eyes fixed on me like she could see straight into my head. For a second, I almost laughed. I never understood why someone like her chose this job—listening to people like me spill their mess and dirty secrets. She was pretty, put-together, mid-thirties, the kind of blonde you’d expect to have an easier life. One filled with light, not other people’s darkness. The leather chair squeaked as I shifted, heat rising in my chest. From the first day I met Linda, I knew I didn’t believe in therapy. I knew it wouldn’t change me or turn me into some polished, shining knight. Still, I smiled, played along, sat through her questions, and nodded in all the right places. But deep down, I’d always known it was a waste of time. Words couldn’t fix people like me. Hurt doesn’t disappear with a box of tissues and a kind smile. The woman you want wouldn’t leave

OLIVIA I stood in the kitchen, slicing my sandwich in half, when I heard Lilian call my name. “Olivia…” I looked up, frowning. “What is it?” She was standing by the TV, one hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You need to see this,” she said. Curious, I stepped closer, still holding my sandwich. My pulse started to quicken as I caught a glimpse of the screen. My feet felt stuck to the floor, my arm dropping slowly to my side. Was that… my picture? No. It was our picture flashing across the screen. Dominic stood in a suit, a practiced smile on his face, beside me in that red gown from the gala two summers ago. I remembered that night, how perfect everything had seemed. My eyes were drawn to the headline: TRAGIC DIVORCE: OLIVIA MONROE AND DOMINIC ADLER SPLIT AFTER TWO YEARS. But it wasn’t the bold letters that made my stomach sink. It was the words underneath, the reporter’s voice, that sent a chill down my spine: “…not many details have been released,” sh

OLIVIA I watched as a woman—curvy, busty, and barely contained by the tight blouse she wore—stepped out of Dante’s office. Her chest bounced with every step, and for a moment, I thought the fabric might give up on her. My lips twisted in a scornful scoff, arms crossed over my chest. So much for all that talk about not staying away from me and wanting me. Nonsense. And that woman? She clearly wasn’t a model in his office. Lying ass. The secretary glanced up. “He’s ready for you now.” I nodded and moved forward, knocking twice at his door before pushing it open. I stepped inside, my eyes landing on Dante sitting smugly behind his desk, and his gaze fixed on me like he’d been waiting. I stopped in front of his desk, smoothed my skirt, and sat down without waiting for him to offer a chair. “I expected you sooner,” he said, leaning back with that maddening half-smile that always made me want to roll my eyes. I clenched my jaw, forcing my expression neutral. “I’m here

OLIVIA As the taxi made a U-turn down my street, I leaned back in the seat, a soft smile curving at my lips. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, I felt something like happiness or at least relief. I didn’t expect today to go so smoothly. Certainly not leaving Dante’s office without one of our usual arguments. But closing his show? I shook my head. Dante was complicated, infuriating, and manipulative but despite all that, it was nice to see that he actually cared deeply for me. Even Nico, who I thought would lose his patience during the fitting, had surprised me. Though I was bigger than the sample size, he didn’t snap or make me feel out of place. He measured me quietly, professionally, without a single comment. A rush of excitement bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t wait to tell Lilian how everything had gone. The taxi stopped in front of my apartment building. I handed over the fare, and stepped out, pulling my coat tighter around my chest and began walking towar