All Chapters of He Cheated so I Did too With My Obsessive Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It was Monday evening when I finally made it back to New York, back home, back to my wife. The moment I stepped inside and saw Peyton sitting on the couch, a wave of pure joy washed over me. She stood up, came straight into my arms, and we held each other tight. I slipped the small velvet box into her hands. When she opened it and saw the beautiful diamond necklace, her eyes widened in amazement. I was so glad she loved it.All I wanted that night was to pour every ounce of my love into her. I kissed her gently at first, then softly, then deeper, ready to lose myself in her. Even though I was exhausted and my mind was tangled with everything going on with Elizabeth—and the guilt I carried toward Peyton—I knew I had to make things right. But she gently stopped me and told me to go take a bath first.After my shower, I headed to the bedroom. Peyton still hadn’t come in. I lay there scrolling through my phone and saw a text from Elizabeth. I didn’t reply. I set the phone aside, my chest

Teddy POV.I stepped into Payton’s hospital room that evening, and the sight of her hit me like a freight train. She lay unconscious, fragile under the harsh fluorescent lights, the steady hiss of the oxygen mask the only sound in the quiet space. Tears burned my eyes. This was my fault. All of it. I moved closer, my legs heavy, and gently took her hand. No response. Nothing. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, forehead pressed to the edge of the mattress.“Payton,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it would push you here… I’m sorry for everything, my love. Please get well soon. Stay alive for me. I’m begging you.” I kissed the back of her hand, then rose slowly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Leaning down, I pressed another soft kiss to her forehead. “Whoever did this to you is going to pay dearly. I swear it.”I turned to leave, but the door swung open. Richard walked in, his face tight with worry.“Hello. Who are you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.I cleared

Richard POVWeeks slipped by, and Payton grew stronger every single day. She could finally sit up without help and even walk to the bathroom on her own. I stayed glued to her side, and so did her mother, Mrs. Bianca. Even though her mom had a thousand other things pulling at her, she never left Payton’s bedside. Brooke and Nora came to visit at least twice a week, arms full of gifts and fresh flowers. Brooke had postponed her wedding just so Payton could be there when the time came. “I need my best friend standing beside me,” she’d said, and I’d never seen Payton smile so wide.We still hadn’t talked about the past. Every time she tried to bring it up, I gently shut it down. “Get well first,” I’d tell her. “Then we’ll face everything. Right now, your only job is to heal.”The day we finally left the hospital felt like breathing again. Mrs. Bianca kept cracking jokes the whole drive home, filling the car with laughter. Payton lay across the back seat, her head resting on her mom’s lap

He climbed onto the bed, leaned back against the pillows, and wrapped his hand around himself. Slowly, he started stroking.“Oh, baby…” he murmured, biting his lower lip as his hand moved up and down in long, deliberate strokes. His gaze stayed locked on mine.My breath caught in my throat. I pressed both hands over my mouth, eyes wide. I had never pictured my husband this way—naked, shameless, stroking himself while he stared at me like I was the only thing in the world. He looked impossibly sexy. Dangerous, even.And I couldn’t look away.“Ahhh, fuck…” Richard groaned, tilting his head back, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they snapped back to mine. “Please, Payton… watch me. Ahhh… see what you’re doing to me.”He trembled, his voice thick and desperate.“Richard…” I whispered, my hands still pressed over my mouth.“Baby, just watch me,” he begged, his left hand sliding up his own chest, fingers teasing his nipples. “See what you do to me.” His right hand stroked harder now,

We arrived in Jamaica that afternoon. After checking in at the reception desk, I couldn’t contain my excitement. The resort was breathtaking — tall palm trees swaying gently, the sound of waves in the distance, and the warm tropical breeze brushing against my skin.“Babe, let’s explore the beach!” I said, practically bouncing on my toes. The beauty of the place gave me a fresh burst of energy.Richard looked tired from the long flight, but he smiled at my enthusiasm. “Alright, love,” he said, even though I could tell he was exhausted.We handed our room keys and suitcases to the bellhop to take to our suite, then walked hand-in-hand down the path leading to the beach.The moment my feet touched the soft, warm sand, a rush of pure joy washed over me. I tightened my grip on Richard’s hand and turned to him with a bright smile.“We’re really here…” I whispered, almost in disbelief.The ocean stretched out before us, sparkling under the golden afternoon sun. Waves rolled gently onto the s