Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The kiss deepened like a storm breaking, Howard's world narrowing to the velvet heat of Charlotte's mouth against his, her body a live flame in his lap. His hand roamed her back, fingers tracing the elegant dip of her spine through the thin black dress, pulling her closer until no space remained between them. She was real—warm, yielding, her curves pressing into him with an urgency that shattered every doubt. This isn't imagination; this is her—flesh and fire—driving me wild like some hormone-ravaged teenager.He'd fantasized about this before, in stolen moments of fury and unwanted longing, picturing her beneath him, satisfying the ache she'd ignited without mercy. Back then, it was revenge in his dreams: touching the woman he despised and claiming what he thought she chased for Carter's gold. But now? Reality burned hotter. His body responded instinctively, hardness straining against his pants as she shifted in his lap, her hips grinding softly with the rhythm of their kiss. A low g

Charlotte froze mid-step, her body tensing as Anastasia's fingers dug into her arm just enough to sting, the hallway's dim lamplight casting sharp shadows across their faces. Her eyes flicked down to the grip, then back up, her voice ice-cool and even. "Let go."Anastasia's smirk widened, but her hold tightened for a defiant beat before releasing with a mocking flick of her wrist. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Charlotte's ear, blonde waves brushing Charlotte's shoulder. "Or what? You'll run to Howard again? Cry innocent?"Charlotte straightened, unflinching, her sapphire gown rustling faintly as she smoothed her arm. "I don't need to run. Truth doesn't cry—it stands."Anastasia laughed, low and bitter, circling her like a predator, heels clicking on the marble floor. "Truth? Please. You're a paper wife playing house. He defended you tonight—big hero moment—but deep down? He knows you're temporary. That contract's your leash."Charlotte pivoted to face her fully, chin li

The car glided to a smooth halt before the grand entrance of the grand ballroom at the opulent Riverside Grand Hotel, its tires whispering against the red carpet that unfurled like a royal pathway under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights. Palm trees lined the approach, their fronds swaying gently in the evening breeze, while valets in crisp black uniforms stood at attention, ready to whisk away the arrivals of the city's elite.This was no ordinary gala; Charlotte's vision had drawn the wealthiest power players, A-list celebrities, and influential politicians from across the city, all united under the banner of hope for children's heart surgeries.Howard stepped out first, his tuxedo impeccable, the black fabric absorbing the golden floodlights as he extended a hand to Charlotte. She emerged like a vision, her golden-silver gown catching the light in a cascade of shimmering waves, the fitted bodice hugging her curves before flowing into a dramatic train that pooled elegantly at her si

Howard glanced at his wife, his blue eyes narrowing with curiosity. He leaned closer, his voice low amid the murmurs. "What is that? Is there something I don't know?"Charlotte turned to him, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. She squeezed his hand again, a secretive smile playing on her crimson lips. "You'll know soon, dear husband."Howard's brow furrowed. He looked confused and a bit surprised, searching her face for clues. Before he could press further, Natalie's voice echoed through the speakers, smooth and teasing."I know you're all confused at the moment," Natalie said, her green eyes scanning the crowd with a playful grin. "Nothing left for auction, right? But I have a simple game for you tonight." She stepped away from the podium and walked to the glass bowl. Her fingers dipped in, pulling out one small, folded white paper. She held it up high for everyone to see. "In this bowl are the names of every guest's wife here tonight."Gasps filled the room. Eyes widened in sho

Howard broke the kiss slowly, his lips lingering a heartbeat longer before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. The air between them crackled, heavy with heat and unspoken words. Their eyes locked—his blue depths stormy with raw emotion, hers hazel pools wide and shimmering, breaths mingling in the candlelit suite. Charlotte's chest heaved, her golden-silver gown rumpled slightly from his grip, and her cheeks flushed deep rose. "Howard," she whispered, his name a soft, trembling plea on her crimson lips, barely audible over their racing hearts.He silenced her gently, pressing his index finger to her lips—warm, commanding yet tender. Her eyes fluttered, caught in his intensity. Holding her hand in his strong one,"Yes, I was goddamn jealous," he admitted finally, voice rough and low, the words ripping free like a confession long buried. "It's always made me jealous when I see other men near you.""When I see you with someone else... something here," he murmured, guiding her palm