Login to MoboReader
icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Rare Diamond

Rare Diamond's Books(2)

MY OBSSESSED EX-HUSBAND

MY OBSSESSED EX-HUSBAND

Billionaires
5.0
Another soft whisper and my feet halted, the voice felt so familiar, too familiar. And there it registered in my head, no it can be her? I was just panicking. I gulped hard slowly heading upstairs, mentally trying to convince myself how wrong I was and hoped I was right. With each step closer, the moaning sound got louder and louder, drawing closer. I froze staring at my bedroom door, the noise was coming out right from there. I was expecting anything much for him, but he could have at least respected our matrimonial room. My hand hovered over the handle, bracing myself up for anything, I pushed it open, and everything froze. Sheets tangled and bare skin intertwined, I watched as Nathan slammed into my own bestie, harshly, with her moaning out his name like crazy. My stomach plummeted, a hollow ache spreading through my chest. My breath hitched, and a gasp slipped past my lips, sharp and wounded, as if the air itself were being stolen from me and then I found tears rolling down my cheek. Stephanie's gaze met mine, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, searching for words that wouldn't come. Nathan's expression was colder, a sliver of lack of guilt, joy, triumph gleaming in his eyes as he pulled himself upright, saying nothing. My hand fell from the door, and I stumbled back, the world shifting around me in waves of disbelief. A shiver crawled up my spine, my skin suddenly cold, too tight. I turned and bolted down the stairs, my feet barely touching the ground as I pushed through the front door, gasping for air that tasted sharp and bitter. I could still feel their eyes on me, as if the scene was burned into my mind.