My Ten Million Dollars Or Marry Me

Author’s pov Amber was about to open the front door of her husband’s house after returning from the grocery store. She had gone to buy the items for their second wedding anniversary celebration. However, the voices she heard made her fingers freeze on the doorknob. It was her husband's voice accompanied by a familiar female voice. “Hey baby,” Amber initially thought her husband had seen her through the peephole, but the following words were not directed at her. “Does your wife know that you’re embracing another woman?” the voice nagged. It was Gwen’s voice, Amber’s closest friend. Amber felt a sudden jolt in her brain, wondering what was happening at this moment. Then silence fell as Amber stood at the door, straining to hear the rest of their conversation. “How can I be living outside my own dream house? You agree with everything I say concerning this house, but the most important thing remains. Today is your second wedding anniversary. Do you think I’m happy? How do you think I feel when you kiss Amber in front of me or when you close the bedroom door and she giggles at your touch?” Amber couldn’t help but wonder if it was indeed her husband and her best friend speaking. It was through Amber that Dave had met Gwen. They had become so close to the point that when they wanted to paint their house, Dave preferred Gwen’s choice of color, and he always asked Amber to prepare Gwen’s favorite meal for him. “What will become of me if a sudden death takes you away? I’ll be left with nothing because I’m not your wife,” Gwen said, pushing Dave’s hands away from her body. “Baby…” “Don’t sweet-talk me. I’ve been waiting for you to take action,” Gwen interrupted Dave. “I have a surprise for you.” “What surprise could possibly make my negative feelings disappear, knowing that you and Amber are living under the same roof?” Gwen interjected again. At that moment, Amber swiftly opened the door, unable to bear it any longer. “What surprise do you have for her?” She raised her voice, and her sudden entrance startled Dave and Gwen. “I heard everything you both said,” Amber looked at Gwen and added, “Gwen, how could you betray me like this?” “If you heard our conversation, then you’ve made everything much easier for me,” Dave said. “Dave!” Amber exclaimed. “Please excuse me,” Dave tapped Gwen’s back, and Amber felt like a stranger in her own home as Dave walked inside. Gwen showed no remorse, folding her arms and sitting down, her presence repulsing Amber, who patiently stood with her bag of groceries. “Gwen, what have you done to my husband?” Before Gwen could utter a word, Dave emerged with a brown envelope and approached Gwen. “I told you I had a special surprise for you.” He took a few steps and handed the envelope to Amber. Curiosity piqued, Amber quickly opened it to see what was happening. “Divorce agreement!” were the first words she saw on the documents’ first page. “Dave! How could you do this to me?” Her grocery bag slipped from her fingers, and tears streamed down her face. “I’ve been waiting to tell you this. I can’t feel the connection with you anymore. There’s a natural bond between Gwen and me. I don’t want to live with regret in my old age, knowing I never followed my true feelings…” “After all I’ve done for you, Dave? How can you just throw away everything we shared together like that?” Amber asked, her voice filled with sorrow. Her heart grew heavy, and her feet felt as though they could no longer carry her. “Amber, you’re intelligent. I don’t understand why you didn’t realize what I wanted. The house’s design, its color, the arrangement of this sitting room, even my new favorite food—those were all Gwen’s preferences. You should have known I had fallen for her. Moreover, I can’t remember the last time I touched you,” Dave concluded. Gwen drew everyone’s attention when she said with a harsh tone. “Dave, you don’t owe her any explanation. Why are you acting like you have feelings for her now? This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. Who are you choosing?” “Why would you say that, Gwen? You know you’re the one I love so deeply,” Dave added. “Then prove it to me,” she insisted. “Gwen!” Amber’s lips parted, and tears continued to stream down her face as she was left speechless. “Amber, sign this document and leave this place now. Gwen and I are about to celebrate, what we’ve been hiding from you," Dave said. While Amber stood there, Dave pulled Gwen up and embraced her, planting a kiss on her lips right in front of Amber. Throughout Amber’s teenage years, whenever she experienced emotional pain, she had a habit of going to her parents’ gravesite to find relief. However, this time, the pain was so intense that she forgot her usual place of comfort. She walked out of the house, her tears flowing, as she contemplated her own life and the tragedies that had befallen her since infancy. Amber lost both her parents in a tragic accident when she was only six months old. She grew up under the care of her grandmother. In a selfless act of love for Dave, she sold her parents’ inheritance when his company faced financial difficulties. As she contemplated her situation, she knew that returning to her grandmother’s place meant encountering her greedy aunt and uncle, who had always mistreated her. They resented her because of the love and attention her grandmother showered upon her. Walking for a while, the clouds suddenly transformed, and a gentle drizzle began, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Despite getting wet, Amber felt compelled to stay in the rain until she spotted a bar. The thought of drowning her sorrows in alcohol seemed like an escape from the pain she was going through. Amber entered the bar, her face burdened with sorrow, and took a seat on a high stool. A male bartender approached her and asked, “What can I get you?” With both hands on her head and her gaze fixed on the counter, she replied, “A glass of liquor.” Glass after glass, she continued to drink, consuming each one with the thirst of a person desperate for water. “One more glass!” she requested, her voice now altered. Sensing a significant change in her body because of the alcohol she had consumed, she struggled to finish the last cup of alcohol. Feeling intoxicated, Amber decided it was time to retreat to the hotel room she had booked and sleep it off. She managed to stand up and made her way to the room and it was already night time. Upon entering, she removed her gown, bra, and pants, wanting nothing to hinder her comfort. She walked towards the bed, collapsed onto it, and turned her face towards the ceiling, drifting into sleep. An hour later, a flash of light filled the room as the door swung open, casting a shadow of a man on the wall. As the door closed, darkness returned, and Amber, lost in slumber, remained unaware of his presence. The stranger approached her ear and whispered some words, but she did not respond. A few minutes later, she felt a man’s fingers gently touching her n*****s. Amber believed she was transitioning from a painful heartbreak to a pleasurable, sensual dream. Subconsciously, she wiggled her toes in response. Gradually, she felt the touch of a man, and because she was enjoying it, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body to continue. The touch shifted from her n*****s to someone sucking her right n****e. This time, she spread her legs wider and let out a quiet moan. After a while, she realized she was already aroused and subconsciously craved more of the experience. Just as she had desired, she felt a firm erection entering her private area. As the stimulation intensified, she lost track of time and couldn’t help but utter, “Hardy…” as she softly moaned. This was precisely what she had imagined after the celebration of her second wedding anniversary with Dave, which hadn’t materialized. In this moment, she felt no pain and couldn’t determine how long it lasted. All she knew was that she had the best night. The following morning, Amber was the first to awaken. As she stretched her arms while still lying down, her right hand brushed against a stranger sleeping on the other side of the bed. Amber quickly turned and was startled to find a man sharing the same bed. “Was it real? I thought I was dreaming,” she pondered. Seeing that the man was still asleep, she cautiously got out of bed. Silently, she dressed and left the hotel room without making any noise with her footsteps. “What just happened to me? My best friend and the person I loved betrayed me, and then I ended up sleeping with a stranger.” As she closed the door to the room, she realized it was her own mistake. Due to being drunk, instead of entering room number 81, she mistakenly entered room number 18. However, her next challenge awaited her with her unpleasant aunt and uncle, who, despite reaching adulthood, refused to leave their mother’s house. Around twenty minutes later, the stranger turned over in bed, stretching out his left hand in hopes of finding the lady he had spent the night with. As he tapped the surface of the bed, he realized she was no longer there. Opening his eyes, he discovered her absence. Acting swiftly, he pulled his legs off the bed and reached for his phone, dialing his personal assistant's number. "Hello Mark, I need you to reach out to the lady I was with last night. I've never felt such an emotional attachment with someone before. Bring her to my house this evening," he said with a domineering voice. "But Sir, the lady I had arranged for you called me very early this morning that she was ill and couldn't make it to you," Mark replied with a shocking voice. "Then who was the lady I spent the night with? She left before I woke up this morning," he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice. "I...," Mark hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Whatever it takes you, find her and bring her to me," he demanded firmly. After his boss ended the call, Mark couldn't help but express his frustration. "How am I supposed to find a stranger who slept with you?" he muttered to hi mself, feeling the weight of the task ahead.