My Husband’s Ex-Girlfriend Is Sleeping in Our Marriage Bed Chapter 03

My Husband’s Ex-Girlfriend Is Sleeping in Our Marriage Bed Chapter 03

He froze.

I looked at his face—handsome, composed, always wearing that expression of a man who could do no wrong. Suddenly, I felt like laughing.

“You ignore my calls, bring your ex into my home, let her sleep in my master bedroom, and let her kid ruin my files. Then you expect a simple ‘he’s just a kid’ to fix everything. You have all the patience in the world for her. What about me? Is it because I’m your wife that you think I’ll just take it? Do you think I have nowhere else to go?”

The elevator doors slid open.

Julian reached out to block the sensor, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

I looked him in the eye, my voice dropping to a whisper.

“Are you telling me you’re just helping her? Or are you telling me you still love her, but you’ll ‘control’ it? Or maybe you just don’t know what you want. Maybe you’re just pathetic enough to crawl back the second the one who got away shows up with a sob story.”

“Sloane.” His face darkened. “Watch your mouth.”

“Watch my mouth?”

I stepped closer and patted the lapel of his expensive suit.

“Maybe I should bring my ex over for a sleepover. See how you like it. Then you can teach me about manners.”

I shoved his hand aside and stepped into the elevator.

As the doors pulled shut, the last thing I saw was him standing there, his face pale with rage.

I thought that was as absurd as it could get.

But I was wrong. Once a man lets his boundaries crumble, things only get more pathetic.

Two days later, Vivian posted on her feed.

The photo showed my dining table. On it sat the imported fruit Julian had bought, next to a crayon drawing Leo had made of a ‘family’ of three.

The caption was short.

Some people eventually find their way back to where they belong.

She didn’t block me.

And she didn’t block our mutual friends.

I was in a meeting at the firm when my phone started vibrating non-stop. Friends were blowing up my messages, some being subtle, others blunt.

“Sloane, is this girl seriously taunting you?”

“Is your husband insane? How is he allowing this?”

Then came a text from my most cynical classmate.

“The divorce lawyer is finally getting her own textbook case, huh?”

I stared at the screenshot for ten seconds before forwarding it to Julian.

Delete it.

He replied five minutes later.

I’ll tell her to take it down.

Staring at those six words, the fire in my chest actually started to die out.

The most terrifying thing about a man isn’t when he’s shamelessly biased.

It’s when he’s already shattered you, yet thinks he’s just managing a minor inconvenience.

When I got home, the post was gone.

Vivian was sitting on the living room rug, helping Leo with his Lego sets. She stood up the moment she saw me.

“Sloane, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for people to take it the wrong way. Julian already talked to me.”

Her eyes welled up as she spoke.

I set my bag down and nodded.

“If you know it’ll be ‘misinterpreted,’ then don’t post it. When you screw up, I’m the one who looks like a fool, not you.”

She bit her lip, whispering, “I know you don’t like me.”

“You’re wrong.” I looked straight at her. “It’s not that I don’t like you. I just don’t respect you.”

The room went dead silent.

Leo looked up, confused.

The color drained from Vivian’s face.

Just then, the front door opened. Julian was home.

He sensed the tension immediately. His eyes flicked to me, then to Vivian’s red rims.

“What happened?”

Vivian shook her head instantly. “Nothing. I just said the wrong thing.”

I almost laughed.

The ‘victim’ act was flawless.

She never says you’re bullying her. She only says she’s at fault.

But the more she does that, the more of a monster you look like.

Sure enough, Julian’s gaze hardened as he looked at me.

“Sloane, she just got back to the States. She’s struggling. Stop attacking her with your words.”

I paused while taking off my coat.

I turned around and looked at him.

“I’m attacking her?”

“Vivian didn’t move in here to cause trouble.”

“So I should be grateful?”

“She’s going through a hard time.”

A slow smile spread across my face.

“She’s struggling? What does that have to do with me?”

Julian frowned. “Since when did you become so heartless?”