Chapter 3

After that, life went on as usual. Incredibly, our bond grew even tighter than before.

Curious, I started researching Justin's fetish online.

I realized that a lot of men shared this fantasy, though very few partners ever accepted it. Justin was genuinely grateful to me for indulging his desires.

He told me he had met Tyler on a private online lifestyle forum, where they hit it off instantly.

Everything else had naturally followed.

I was never a prude, so knowing the backstory put my mind completely at ease.

Whenever Justin worked overtime or traveled for business, Tyler and I would go on romantic dates or stroll through the park.

Being pampered around the clock was intoxicating.

When my spa got busy, neither of them bothered me. Instead, Tyler packed home-cooked meals and delivered them to my office every single day, unless I was away on a business trip.

His unwavering devotion warmed my heart, to the point where I subconsciously began viewing him as a second husband.

Of course, this was a secret I could never share with anyone.

"Chloe, you're living the dream! Having a gorgeous boy toy deliver lunch every day?"

The voice belonged to Lily, an aesthetician at my spa.

I smiled and unpacked the containers on my desk. "Stop teasing. If you want some, grab a fork. There's way too much for me anyway."

Lily's eyes lit up. She grabbed a fork and dug right in.

"Oh wow, this tastes amazing!"

Watching her devour the food made me beam with pride.

When she asked who Tyler was, my stomach did a nervous flip.

"Just a friend of the family. Justin's younger cousin. He's staying with us temporarily and had free time, so he offered to drop off lunch."

It was a clumsy excuse, but it was the best lie I could come up with on the spot.

Lily gave me a mischievous wink. "Come on, Chloe. That guy is totally into you. He's trying to win you over, isn't he?"

Panic surged through me, and I shook my head frantically.

"No need to deny it! I totally get it. Even if you're married, having a hot young guy chase after you is flattering. Anyone would be tempted, except..."

Lily suddenly froze, cutting herself off.

I stared at her, confused.

Then Lily pointed a trembling finger behind me. I turned around—Justin was standing in the doorway, staring right at us.

"Justin! I—I was just leaving. I finished eating, so I'll go downstairs to prep the treatment rooms!" Lily scrambled out of the office like a child caught red-handed.

Silence hung heavy in the room between Justin and me.

"Do you... want some?"

I didn't even know why I felt so guilty, but I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I came to pick you up. If you're done, let's go."

Justin cleared the table with a cold, expressionless face. He didn't utter another word to me the entire ride home.

It felt unnerving. I had never seen Justin this angry, and I had no idea how to handle it.

The moment we stepped inside our apartment, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I gathered my courage and asked, "What is wrong with you?"

Without warning, he hoisted me over his shoulder.

"Ah!"

The sudden sensation of weightlessness terrified me. I grabbed onto his shirt for dear life.

"What are you doing?!"

No matter how much I yelled, Justin remained dead silent.

He carried me into the bedroom, kicked the door shut, locked it, and threw me onto the bed.