Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 143 You’re awake... Part1

But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember.

I leaned against the pillow, straining to recall every detail of last night.

I saw Betty and Michael in a tender embrace, until my beloved wife was penetrated by Michael, their bodies entwined in fervent lovemaking...

At that moment, I sobered up considerably and calmed down.

Thinking back to yesterday’s scene, any other man would have burst into the room in a rage, beaten both parties senseless, and then walked away with a divorce.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

It wasn’t that I was weak; it was the love Betty had for me, the guilt I felt towards Laura, all of which made me choose the gentlest way out.

I left behind a ring and a letter of appointment, my final gifts to Betty, a silent confession of sorts.

Betty would surely see the ring and the letter; unless she was completely oblivious, she would know I had been there, right when they were in the throes of their affair.

As for why I left midway through the night, it felt as though my body wasn’t under my control, like a soulless zombie.

Perhaps deep down, I was terrified.

Witnessing Betty being penetrated by Michael was unbearable, let alone seeing her being ejaculated inside by him.

So, subconsciously, I chose to leave, a form of escape.

Now, with everything turned upside down, I truly didn’t know what to do.

Perhaps once I recovered, I should go home and face the situation, at least to finalize the divorce with Betty.

After resting for a while, I lost track of time in the empty room, which felt like a deserted city, and I was its only living human.

My gaze shifted to the bedside cabinet, cluttered with various items: a wallet, an expensive lighter, cigarettes, various IDs, and a watch.

These were my belongings, and only then did I remember being robbed by thugs last night.

Now, all these items were untouched, right beside me.

I felt no joy; my material possessions no longer mattered to me.

Then I remembered—the memorial tablet of my parents.

Even last night, in my weakened state, I had to retrieve it and hold it close.

Using these items as a starting point, I surveyed the room and finally spotted the memorial tablet of my parents on another cabinet on the opposite side of the room.

The memorial tablet of my parents was neatly arranged on the cabinet, with a brand-new incense burner and various collectibles in front of it.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything I cared about was here; I felt somewhat at peace.

After pondering all this, new questions arose.

Who was the woman begging me last night?

Where am I now?

All of this felt too surreal, confusing me.

Dragging my weak body out of bed, I slipped into slippers.

I noticed I was wearing a set of pajamas, made of a material so light, it felt like wearing nothing at all, a testament to its quality and newness.

Step by step, I approached the room’s only door.

When I reached the door, my hand touched the doorknob...

I didn’t dare make any sudden movements.

I was cautious, my actions gentle.

I hesitated to turn the knob, unsure if my surroundings were safe or dangerous.

Could all this be Betty’s doing?

Was the woman from last night Betty?

I couldn’t remember her face, but she felt familiar.

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Could it have been Betty who found me last night?

Thinking this, I felt a twinge of nervousness, but recalling the luxurious car and the cold demeanor, I knew these weren’t Betty’s.

If I wasn’t afraid of death, why worry about danger now?

With that thought, I pressed down on the doorknob, and the door slowly opened, revealing the back of a woman...

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and although the room was warm, a chill swept over me.

I couldn’t see her face, but the woman’s silhouette struck a familiar chord, evoking a sense of intimacy for reasons unknown.

Standing at the doorway, I stared at her back, puzzled.

I didn’t recall knowing anyone like her, nor did I mingle with the societal elite, as suggested by her luxurious office and the opulent room.

As I pondered, the woman slowly turned her chair around, revealing a face that could launch a thousand ships.

Her eyes, a mix of ice and fire, framed by cascading black hair and a complexion as white as snow, carried an icy demeanor.

She had been gazing out the large window behind her desk before turning to face me.

Upon seeing me, the coldness in her expression flickered, replaced momentarily by a shy blush.

Her eyes darted away, and she forced a brief smile before quickly suppressing it.

The more I observed this enigmatic beauty, whose expressions shifted like quicksilver, the more baffled I became.

Who was she?

Her reaction suggested she was both surprised and nervous to see me, almost flustered.

This woman, both last night and just now, exuded an aura of an ice queen, inherently commanding respect, indicative of her high status.

Her villa and the car from last night spoke of wealth, and her authority to command her subordinates to handle the thugs, even daring to break limbs, was no small feat.

In the past, I could never have imagined interacting with such high-profile individuals.

I used to think my company’s CEO was a big deal, but compared to her, he wouldn’t even qualify to carry her shoes.

"You’re awake..." Her voice finally broke the silence, surprisingly tender, and her pale face turned a shade of pink.

"Um..." was all I managed to reply, my mind swirling with more questions.

Was this woman really the same one from last night?

The woman last night was so dominant and cold, yet the one before me seemed almost a different person, though her attire and hairstyle were the same.

"You should lie down; you’re still very weak..." As time passed, she seemed to regain her composure.

She quickly approached me, her hands reaching out to support me.

But as she touched me, both our bodies stiffened for a moment.

When she wrapped her arms around mine, perhaps out of concern for my frail state, she got too close without realizing it.

As her arms encircled mine, I felt her full, soft breasts press against my arm, large and supple.

Although Betty’s breasts were also ample, the sensation was distinctly different, indescribable yet unmistakable.