All Chapters of Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sophie walked from the main courtroom entrance to the witness stand in muddy stiletto heels, exactly twenty-three steps. Jenny counted them. Her fountain pen hovered two millimetres above Emma’s power of attorney document; a drop of ink gathered at the nib, swelled, then fell, leaving a circular ink blot on the blank margin of the paperwork. Sophie came to a halt before the witness stand. Her fingers rested on the wooden railing, half the nail polish chipped away to reveal the yellowed nail bed underneath. She had left her rolling suitcase in the aisle. It tipped onto the marble floor, its wheels spinning slowly with a soft click, click, click, like a clock winding down to a stop. “I’m here,” Sophie said. Her voice reverberated beneath the courtroom vaulted ceiling, the wooden panels dampening some of its higher frequencies, making it half a tone deeper than it had been at the premiere. Jenny slid her pen bac

Someone drew a sharp intake of breath inside the courtroom. The sound drifted from the middle of the spectator gallery, most of it absorbed by the wooden walls, leaving only a faint wisp of airflow noise, like wind squeezing through a crack in a window.Jenny’s pen came to a halt on her notepad. The tip pressed into the paper, ink bleeding into the paper fibers to form a round blotch, its edges spreading outward like miniature growth rings. Her thumb tightened around the barrel, nails wedging into the gap of the metal ferrule and lodging there for half a second. She pulled her nail free, leaving a pale scratch mark on the metal surface.“Olivia,” she began, her voice rising from deep in her chest. She slowed her speech deliberately as the words passed her throat, “what happened to your mother, Emma Green, after March 14th, 2019?”Olivia’s right hand stirred inside her coat pocket. The rubber tail of the pink dinosaur slipped partway out over the pocket rim, swaying faintly under the l

The speedometer needle jumped from forty to sixty. Jenny’s right foot was pressed on the accelerator. The tendons in her ankle were taut. The heel of her high-heeled shoe was stuck in the gap between the pedals. With each additional millimeter of pressure, the engine’s roar grew louder. A low “roar” came from the exhaust pipe behind her. The vibrations spread from the chassis to the seat, and from there to her spine.The phone rang. The screen of the car’s Bluetooth device lit up, showing the caller’s name: Caspian Knight.She answered the call.“Where are you?” Caspian’s voice came through the speakers, the low frequencies filtered out by the electricity, making it sound sharp and thin.“Fanhuaike Expressway. Forty minutes left.”“That’s too slow. Winter arrived earlier than expected. His car left Manhattan twenty minutes ago, taking the Grand Central Parkway. At his speed, he’ll arrive at least fifteen minutes before you.”Jenny’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel. The leat

His hand slid from the back of her neck to her collar. His fingers touched the metal edges of the suit buttons. He rubbed each button with his fingertips, then pushed them out of their holes. The sound of buttons coming undone was clear in the quiet room—a sharp “click” of metal against fabric. His fingers moved to the second, then the third button. With each button undone, the front of the suit opened slightly more, revealing more of the white silk shirt underneath.His fingers stopped at the bottom button. His fingertips touched the skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistline of her suit skirt. Her abdomen contracted the moment his fingers touched it—the muscle fibers tightened beneath the skin, changing from soft to firm. His fingers remained there for two seconds, as his fingertips sensed the tightness of her abdominal muscles and the rhythm of her chest rising and falling with her breaths.He pushed the suit jacket off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms, stoppin

Her breathing matched his rhythm. She inhaled with each thrust, air rushing in through her nostrils with a “hisss” sound; she exhaled with each pull, air escaping through her lips with a “hah” sound. These two sounds, along with his thrusting, created a layered rhythm: “gurgle”, “hisss”, “gurrr”, “hah” — like a three-part musical composition. He sped up, going from once every two seconds to once every second. The depth of each thrust decreased from full length to two-thirds, with his penis moving rapidly between the middle and deeper parts of her vagina. The vaginal walls couldn’t fully contract and relax in time due to the increased friction. The muscles remained in a semi-taut state, gripping his penis tightly. The heat rose from the constant friction, and the liquid on the latex surface turned into foam.She let out more frequent “chirps, chirps, chirps.” Her moans became continuous. The sounds no longer followed his rhythm; instead, they formed a continuous, trembling line that flo