Page 48 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

Please, please, please.

But when her husband reached around her body to start playing with her clit, and the flicks of his finger were timed perfectly with his pounding thrusts—-

Aaaaaaaah.

Summerine was back in bed when she woke. She stirred to her side when she heard the door of the en-suite open. It was her husband, already fully dressed, and he wason the phone.

"Hello, darling."

Her eyes squeezed shut.

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

And stayed shut even as she felt her husband press his lips to her forehead before leaving.

Why wasn't she enough for him?

The Other Man

SUMMERINE WAITED UNTILshe heard her husband driving away before jumping out of bed. This act alone had her swaying and feeling woozy, but Summerine forced herself to push through with her plans.

Leaving one's husband while still recovering from the flu was obviouslynotthe wisest thing to do, but neither could she imagine herself staying a second longer. She just couldn't bear the idea of having to share him. And so the sooner she was out of his life, the better.

(You can get yourself killed for this, you know.)

I know.

But you also know if I don't leave, this marriage will kill me—-

(Aren't you being dramatic?)

—-one betrayal at a time.

So either help me or go away.

Summerine no longer heard back from her Inner Troll after that, and she supposed that was her answer right there.

She switched her phone off before using one of the secret doors to get all the way to the back of the house, and...

Oh.

Okay.

Wow.

Escaping her gilded prison of mirrors turned out to be a lot easier than she imagined. All fourteen of her bodyguards were nowhere to be found as Summerine made her escape. The perimeter walls were a good ten feet in height, but thankfully, she knew how her husband's mind worked by now, and so she slowly ran her hands over the rough surface, one concrete block at a time until...aha!

Something vibrated under her hand as a hidden panel revealed itself. A scan of her fingerprints was all it took to unlock yetanothersecret door, and just like that, she was out of her husband's home...and on her way to freedom.

(So why have you started to cry?)

Something got in my eye, okay.

It's not too late to turn back.

It was too late the moment he called another woman his darling.

Summerine was too busy crying and mentally arguing with Inner Troll that she had already walked over a mile by the time she realized someone was following her.

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