Page 113 of Surrendering to the Obsession

A shiver ran through her.

Mia shoved him away with all her strength. Her body trembled with anger, confusion, and fear. She ripped herself from his grip and ran inside without looking back once.

She went straight back to the room, changed out of her drenched clothes, and collapsed onto the bed. Her mind kept replaying the kiss… his words… his eyes… over and over again. The storm outside seemed to echo the storm inside her head.

Eventually, exhaustion dragged her into sleep.

***

Mia blinked groggily, her eyes fluttering open—only to find a tall figure standing beside her bed.

Her heart lurched violently, breath catching as the shock snapped her fully awake. She jerked upright at once, fingers curling into the blanket as panic rushed through her.

A stunning woman was standing next to the bed, arms crossed, glaring down at her. The woman pushed her cat-eye sunglasses up into her hair, revealing sharp, piercing eyes.

“What are you doing in my husband’s bed?”

Mia stared at her, stunned.

Husband?

What was happening?

Mia blinked, confused, still half-asleep. She looked around the room, then at the clock on the wall—it was already afternoon. She had slept straight through the entire morning without realizing it.

The woman’s eyes narrowed even more as she looked Mia up and down.

“And you’re wearing my clothes too. Who allowed you to touch my things?”

Just then, a maid hurried into the room. The moment she saw Mia, and then the angry woman beside her, panic spread across her face.

“M-Madam, this is—”

Before the maid could finish, the woman lifted her hand sharply.

The maid fell silent instantly.

Without even glancing at her, the woman said coldly, “Get out.”

The maid hesitated, glanced at Mia, then quietly stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

The woman didn’t look away from Mia for even a second. She took one slow step back, then another, before settling onto the couch with a graceful, practiced ease. Crossing her legs elegantly, she leaned back—her eyes still locked on Mia, her glare never breaking.

The woman didn’t move for a moment. Her piercing eyes stayed fixed on Mia as she slowly stepped back and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs elegantly. She looked expensive—perfect makeup, perfect hair, designer clothes, suitcase by the door, clearly just back from a trip.

With her arms folded across her chest, back straight, she stared at Mia and questioned coldly,

“You’re sleeping in my husband’s bed while I’m not home,” she said sharply. “And he has never brought another woman home—not when I’m here, not when I’m gone.”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“That only means one thing.”

She leaned forward slightly.

“You’re having an affair with him?”

Mia jerked at the accusation, shocked.