Chapter 1

To keep my drowning family afloat, I practically handed my gorgeous wife over to my boss.

While I watched the live feed of their intimacy from just outside the door, another married woman showed up at my doorstep.

Together, we engaged in some filthy business of our own.

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“Hey babe, what do you think of this apron? Do you like it?”

I held up the sheer lace apron, dangling the nearly transparent fabric toward the bedroom door.

“Stop it, Harlan! That’s way too…” Chloe’s voice drifted out, sounding flustered and hesitant.

“Come on, today is our wedding anniversary!” I forced an easy laugh, even though my heart was pounding against my ribs like a war drum. “You should wear it while making dinner. Nothing underneath.”

To be completely honest, my stomach had dropped when I first bought that damn thing.

It was clearly designed for pure filth, not cooking. But Trevor King had promised me that if Chloe wore it, he would give me a massive promotion and double my pay.

That money would cover our twins’ expensive formula and pay for my mother-in-law’s dialysis treatments.

I knew exactly what Trevor wanted, but what choice did I have? Our household was a financial black hole.

Guilt clawed at my chest. Chloe had sacrificed so much for this family, and here I was, pimping her out just to survive.

“Alright, I’m coming out,” Chloe called, cutting through my spiraling thoughts.

I turned around, and the breath caught in my throat.

Chloe stood there in delicate black lingerie under the see-through apron, her fair skin glowing beneath the fabric. Giving birth hadn’t ruined her figure at all; instead, it had made her curves fuller and undeniably intoxicating. Her long, slender legs left me completely dizzy.

“How do I look?” she asked shyly, her cheeks flushing crimson.

“You look breathtaking,” I whispered, stepping forward to pull her into my arms. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet floral scent with a bitter ache in my chest.

“What’s wrong with you today? You’re acting weird.” Chloe gently pushed me back, her wide, dewy eyes searching my face with confusion.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just… love you so much,” I lied with a strained smile, kissing her forehead. “You get more beautiful every single day.”

“Quit teasing. I need to finish cooking, so go set the dining table,” Chloe said playfully before slipping into the kitchen.

Watching her sway away, bitterness coated the back of my mouth. Ever since the twins were born, our bedroom life had dried up completely.

It wasn't that I didn't desire her, but I was running on empty. Between working as an executive driver and servicing a wealthy older woman on the side, I had nothing left to give.

Then Trevor’s greedy gaze flashed in my mind. The raw lust in his eyes whenever he looked at Chloe made my skin crawl.

Right after the hot dishes were set on the table, the doorbell rang. I cursed under my breath at how punctual the bastard was.

I rushed over to open the door, and there stood Trevor King. He was dressed in casual designer clothes, holding two lavish gift boxes with a greasy smile plastered across his face.

“Hey, Harlan! I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I figured I’d drop by! Brought some gifts for my little nephews―just a small gesture!”