Chapter 4 Mrs. Radiance's Secret Affair with a Young Hunk
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Alicia yanked her close, whispering sharply, "What's going on here?"
Hadn't they agreed this was just a staged photoshoot to fake an affair—enough to convince Grandpa to finalize the divorce?
So why had Stella actually brought some fair-skinned, pretty young thing into the mix?
"Wait, seriously? You weren't actually going through with this?"
"What are you talking about?" Alicia's temper flared.
Even if she was desperate enough to scheme for freedom, she had standards!
"Whatever, just hurry up," Stella waved dismissively. "If you're forging evidence, do it fast. If your hubby storms in, I'm toast."
Fiddling with the camera, she shuddered at the memory of Carlos's last "infidelity intervention." The brutality was unreal—that guy's arm got broken like a dry branch.
Knowing Carlos's vicious streak, Alicia swallowed her protests and played along.
Shrugging off her cover-up, she revealed a form-fitting cocktail dress while the toned boy stripped to the waist. Their posed bedroom scene dripped with s****l tension.
Click-click...
Stella kept snapping, muttering, "Forget divorce—if Mr. Radiance sees these, he'll go ballistic."
With her shoulders bare, smudged lipstick, and disheveled hair, Alicia looked the picture-perfect image of a wife caught in the act.
If these photos went public? "Mrs. Radiance Caught Cheating with Young Hunk" would be front-page news. Even Carlos's stubbornness wouldn't withstand Grandpa's fury then.
Biting back her discomfort, Alicia leaned into the act—until heavy footsteps thundered in the hallway.
"Mr. Radiance, this is the room!"
Bodyguards parted as Carlos stormed forward, eyes burning with rage. His stare could've burned through the door, imagining the debauchery beyond.
The mental image of their entangled bodies drove him mad. With a jerk of his chin, his guard raised a megaphone and bellowed:
"Mrs. Radiance, your husband is here to escort you home!"
"If you come out now, we can settle this peacefully. But if we have to break in... you won't like what happens next!"
The commanding voice blasted through the bedroom, throwing the room into chaos.
"What’s going on? Carlos wasn’t supposed to be back yet!" Stella dropped the camera in panic with a clatter, scrambling to peer through the peephole. One glance at his statue-like, frostbitten glare nearly scared her to death.
"Oh god... it's really him!" she hissed, pressing her back against the door. "Alicia! Your tyrant husband is here!"
Just hearing Carlos's name sent a jolt of terror through Alicia—sudden, paralyzing, and utterly overwhelming.
"No way! He's supposed to be in America!"
Wrapping herself haphazardly in a thin blanket, Alicia rushed over, her skin clammy with cold sweat. When she pressed her eye to the peephole, she froze—his piercing glare seemed to burn through the door, locking onto her. Her stomach dropped.
Terror seized her. "What do we do? What do we do?" She paced in frantic circles, whispering under her breath, "Getting caught is one thing, but if Carlos finds out about this... I’m done for!"
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