Jar Of Hearts

Chapter 3 Ex-Wife’s Sister-In-Law

I reluctantly moved my gaze away from her body. I was afraid I would not be able to control myself again and jump on her once more. If I actually did that, I knew there would be no room for redemption.

As I looked away, I noticed a work ID and a stack of business cards on the coffee table with her picture and name on it.

It turned out that her name was Erin Tate, and she worked as a primary teacher at South Care Primary School.

Holy s**t!

That just so happened to be the primary school my son was attending!

While looking at the business card, her position and phone number at the English Training Center were written on it too.

She seemed to be a hard worker since she was juggling two jobs at the same time. Her cellphone was next to her work card, to which a family picture was attached to the back of it.

I was about to look away when I suddenly noticed something. A familiar figure was in that picture. I took the picture and looked at it more closely.

Fuck! I was right! It really is her!

It was Aspen, the woman who had left me a few years ago. She was next to this attractive man who seemed to be in his thirties, wearing a formal suit.

On the other side of that man stood Erin, who at the moment was sitting on the sofa with puffy eyes trying to hold back her tears.

I shoved the picture to her and agitatedly asked, “What’s your relationship with the woman in the picture?”

She took her time digesting my words as she looked at the person I was pointing at. Her brows furrowed at the picture like she hated what she saw. Ultimately, she raised her chin at me and said antagonistically, “Why do you want to know?”

I took a deep breath to control my swirling emotions and hoarsely replied, "She is my ex-wife."

She was startled at the revelation, "That's my sister-in-law! She’s been with my brother for several years now."

Hearing this, a vengeful feeling appeared in my heart.

What the actual f**k? My ex-wife ran off with her brother, and now I just f****d his sister. Doesn’t this mean I got my revenge? I never expected the situation to turn out like this!

Thinking about this, I shamefully got hard again. I leered at Erin’s alluring body which was only covered by a small towel.

“What, what are you looking at?” Erin exclaimed as she tried covering her body with what little she had.

I gave her a provocative smile, approached her, and trapped her within my arms. My hard d**k straining under my boxers pressed firmly against her towel-covered navel. She struggled slightly and sneered, “Didn’t you already have enough?!”

Her question stopped me in my tracks. What did she mean by that?

Noticing that I stayed silent, she added, "Those words of yours just then, all of those were just a bluff. Just so that I wouldn’t call the police, am I right?"

“I…"

She was right. A part of me did say those just to get out of the situation.

“What’s the matter? Scared?” Her smile grew colder by the second. “Why don’t you kill me then?”

I snapped, "Damn it! How dare you provoke me?"

Lunging straight at her, I ripped the towel off her body and roughly shoved my d**k inside her.

Maybe because she was still wet and sensitive from last night’s intercourse or because her body was already familiar with my shape, but my c**k went inside her easily like her p***y was meant for me.

At first, she gave a small grunt but later on, it turned into moans of pleasure.

I did not know if it was because she was that b***h’s sister-in-law or maybe because of something else, but this time I gave her no mercy. Even her breasts, which I loved so much, were ravaged without care.

With that much force, I expected her to scream in pain, but she did not.

I knew I was hurting her, yet I could not stop myself from quickening my strokes. The obscene sounds of our mating made me crazy. Due to the excitement, I did not last long and ejaculated.

Erin slumped back on the sofa, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. After a long silence, surprisingly, she was the first one to speak up.

"Actually, I don't like that woman either. Since she moved in with us, my brother doesn't dote on me as much as he used to. That woman competes with me for just about everything. She even took the properties left by my parents, all except for this suite. She’s even planning on taking this one.” Erin burst into tears.

I have never comforted a crying woman in my life, so I hesitated for a moment but was still able to pass her a tissue.

“Thank you,” she sniffled.

I was shocked to hear her thank me. Did I mishear? Or has she gone crazy from the situation?

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Erin wiped her tears away and suddenly laughed.

“But you'll never guess who drugged me last night.” She unconsciously glared at the picture, and I froze in my tracks.

“It couldn't be,” I tried to deny. “Was it her?”

“Yes! It was that vicious woman! She tricked me into drinking that glass of beer.” Erin smiled miserably, her eyes aggrieved.

I sighed in pity, “No wonder you were so aggressive last night. Almost crazy.”

Once I mentioned last night, she blushed.

Composing herself, she continued, “She was the one who invited me to sing there last night. I would have never thought she would introduce me to a shady guy. She wanted to monopolize all of my family's estate. That's why she tried to marry me off. She even tried drugging my drink. If something ever happens, they'll force me to take responsibility.”

“That's why, the moment I realized something was wrong, I escaped. I would have never expected that you would take advantage of it.” She gave me a fierce glare.

Her glare only made her look even more adorable and my body heated up in reaction.

Reason told me that if I ever dared to do anything impulsive again, the consequences would be even more grave. Thus, I just averted my gaze and coughed awkwardly, “You're a beautiful woman, and the situation only made it worse. I couldn't control myself.”

At the same time, I was kind of grateful that this had happened. I guess God had not forsaken me yet since I felt like she would not put me in jail for this.

Erin just stared at me and shook her head. “If you hadn't taken advantage of me last night, I’m sure somebody else would have. If I had met a crazy pervert or a stinky old man, I think I wouldn't have had the courage to continue living.”

I hurriedly straightened my back and promised her, “I'll take responsibility for you.”

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. “Who asked you to take responsibility?! It's not enough that you bullied me all night, and yet you’re still teasing me.”

I caught the pillow she threw and stared at her. Her body was still wrapped in that small towel, which only heightened her curves, and for a moment, I was lost in thought.

My throat dried at the stimulation and swallowing with difficulty, I whispered, “I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life if that gave me the chance to ‘bully’ you all the time. I know I’d be the happiest man on earth.”

When she noticed my hungry glance, she suddenly stood up and ran toward the adjacent bedroom, banging the door closed.

A few seconds later, she came out draped in a large coat.

I could not help but tease her, “The towel looked better on you.”

She glared at me. “Haven't you seen enough last night?! You even took pictures, you asshole!”

I scratched my head in embarrassment and tried changing the topic. “Does your brother not care about what that evil woman did to you?”

She replied in a sad tone, “My brother trusts that succubus more than me, and without proof, he'll never believe me.”

She paused gloomily and then added, “I even found out that she was intimately close to a gangster named Sean Wright, and I told my brother about it! But instead, he scolded me.”

“Sean Wright?!” I bellowed and stood up in shock. “That son of a b***h! They're still hanging out together?!”

Erin looked at me in bafflement and said, “You know Sean Wright?”

I seethed in anger, “Of course, I know that bastard! Even if he turned into dust, I'd still recognize that asshole. I thought that she had broken up with that s**t before she remarried. What the hell? I didn't expect that they'd still be hanging out together!”