Chapter 3
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Michelle rushed out of the house, holding a black lunch box in her hand. It wasn't her habit to take lunch to Pascal, but today, she wanted to pay him a surprise visit and also because Larry had insisted that she bring the report about Pascal's company that he had requested.
Getting into her car in the garage, Michelle took a deep breath, remembering that Pascal had told her to stay at home and not bother to bring him lunch or come and see him in his office.
"I have to do this. I promise to tell Pascal the truth, but I have to investigate the company on my own," Michelle said. Taking a deep breath, she brought out her car key and ignited her red car. She drove out of her husband's house and headed to the Thompson Group.
It was a 30-minute drive from her home. Michelle arrived at the Thompson Group, drove her car into the premises, and parked it.
As she got out of the car, grabbing the lunch bag, Michelle saw her husband's best friend, Kaleb Tristan, arriving. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and black polished shoes. He was very attractive, light-skinned, and tall.
"Hi," Kaleb greeted Michelle nervously. He mostly acted nervous whenever he was around her. Michelle thought Kaleb was probably hiding something from her, but she didn't dare to ask him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
"Hi," she told him, stopping to greet him.
"I came to deliver lunch to Pascal," Michelle said nervously to Kaleb as he shook hands with her.
"I see," Kaleb grinned and withdrew his hand back. He secretly liked Michelle and felt bad that Pascal wasn't honest with her. He knew Pascal was cheating on Michelle even though they got married barely three months ago.
"I want to see you and ask you about something, Michelle," Kaleb began, and Michelle asked him, "About what?" She looked at his face, meeting his deep blue eyes. His eyes were as enchanting as the Pacific Ocean, and Michelle quickly looked away, preferring to look at the company building, wanting to go inside and deliver her husband's lunch.
"What do you want to ask me about?" Michelle asked Kaleb shyly, looking back at his face. He said, "I want to ask you on a date."
"What?! Do you forget that I am your best friend's wife?" Michelle asked, unable to believe her ears. She glared at Kaleb, and he grinned, "I know. You don't have to remind me of that. I know that you and Pascal are married, but he might not be satisfying you in bed. Or don't you think you need someone else?"
[Slap] Michelle couldn't explain when her right hand flew and came into contact with Kaleb's left cheek. She glared at him and warned him, "Don't you dare say such nonsense to me again! Get it? Unless I will make you regret it!"
Michelle marched away from Kaleb, unable to believe his audacity. She swiftly swirled around and went back into the company, going up to the top floor where Pascal's office was, her anger boiling as she went.
Kaleb caressed his left cheek. He couldn't get the image of Michelle out of his mind, especially after he had seen her in only a white towel strapped around her chest. The butterfly tattoo on her chest, he felt drawn to staring at her big boobs, and he couldn't help but wonder why Pascal was cheating on a God-given beauty like Michelle over Fiona, whom he assumed was a leftover meal.
Kaleb massaged his left cheek, feeling the warmth, and said, "I am going to get you, Michelle. Wait until you find out who is more despicable between me and your husband," he grinned and went into the company building too.
Arriving at the top floor, Loretta quickly rushed out of her transparent glass office to stop Michelle from going straight into Pascal's office.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you cannot go inside now to see my boss. He's in a very important meeting right now," Loretta said nervously, not until she heard the loud sound of someone grunting in Pascal's office, which even made Michelle's brows furrow.
"What kind of meeting is he having during lunch hour? Let me in and get out of my way!" Michelle pushed Loretta aside and went straight for Pascal's office door.
As she pushed it open, Michelle met the shock of her life. Her husband was half-naked in his office, thrusting deeply into Fiona's core from behind.
"Yeah! Babe, give it to me harder! Yeah! Ah! Fụck!" Fiona cried as Pascal's massive c**k slammed faster into her juicy cave from behind. His hard thrusts reverberated through his office until Michelle screamed in a high-pitched voice, "Pascal!!"
The duo froze. Pascal's c**k was still deeply buried within Fiona's core. Guilt washed over him, seeing his wife standing by the door, the lunch box on the ground. Pascal was so close to coming, but due to the shame, seeing even his secretary looking at him in horror, everyone knowing he married to Michelle.
He had stopped her from coming to the company, he shamefully withdrew his dîck and wore his shorts back.
Fiona wasn't bothered with Michelle's catching her. She grinned, unsatisfied but not ashamed. She went to pick up her dress to wear it.
"Pascal, how could you?" Michelle asked him in shock, and Kaleb also arrived at the same time and caught them too.
Pascal moved back to his office chair and replied, "Michelle, I am so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. But Fiona is the real heiress of the Williams family," Pascal said, his hands moving over to clasp Fiona's waist. The latter smiled and nodded nervously.
"Fiona promised to help me get the contract, and she told me that you knew she was the real daughter of Mr. Pedro Williams, yet you hid it from me," Pascal glared at his wife, not caring that she caught him cheating.
"That's right, babe. I am the real heiress," Fiona grinned, hugging Pascal back and kissing him directly on his lips.
Michelle stood by the office door, looking from Pascal to Fiona in shame. She felt so ashamed, not knowing why she had been in so many deceitful relationships. Even after she had hidden her family from Pascal, she was still cheated upon.
"Let's get a divorce," Pascal announced, and Michelle snapped out of her trance and looked at him.
"A divorce?" She asked him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Yes. I cannot be married to a liar and a fake woman like you. Fiona is the real daughter of the Williams family, and she will help me get the contract with Larry Williams. Isn't that right, baby?" Pascal asked Fiona, kissing her on her cheek as she stood in front of him.
"Right," Fiona replied and looked away from Michelle. She said, "I cannot believe that you would lie to your husband about me, Michelle. You were never the true Michelle Williams, and you lied with my name and identity. That's fraudulent, but I will let it go since I now have your husband."
Kaleb stood by the door, also looking from Fiona to Michelle with shock.
"Fiona..." Michelle began, her head wanting to explode with anger.
"You lied to my husband and told him that I am fake, even though I told you that I hid my family just so that I can experience true love. How dare you do this to me?" Michelle cried out, confusing Pascal, who looked at her in shock.
Pascal was too stunned to react, as he didn't know who to believe.
Michelle wiped her tears and looked at Pascal. "I cannot believe that you are like them.. All men are the same after all. I was thinking you would be different, that you would love me genuinely, not for my family's wealth and name, and yet, after everything I did for you, you fell for this scum, liar, and cheat!" Michelle pointed at Fiona, who flinched after hearing the remarks.
The whole staff working at the Thompson Group had stood in the secretariat office to find out what was going on. The rumor had spread out like wildfire that CEO Pascal Thompson was caught pants down in his office with his wife's best friend.
"What nonsense is Mary talking about?" Pascal asked Fiona, who quickly recomposed herself and said, "I don't know, babe. I am the real heiress, and I can prove it."
Michelle walked forward to meet Fiona, grasped her by her hair, and smacked her hard across the face.
"You bastard! I am going to deal with you and make you regret it. The day that you think you can grind with my own husband. After everything I did for you. My father clothed and fed you like his own child. You're nothing compared to me!" Michelle continued to smack Fiona's face, her grip on Fiona's hair so strong that Pascal was shocked out of the blues.
Pascal had never seen Michelle this strong. She always acted calm and obedient, and he wondered where she got that iron grip from.
Michelle continued smacking Fiona's face, slapping her left and right cheek in anger, until Kaleb rushed to pull her away.
"It's okay, Michelle. Calm down!" Kaleb grabbed Michelle away from smacking Fiona. He carried her by her waist, and she struggled to get away from him.
"Get away from me!" She smacked his hands off, rushed to pick up her handbag, and fled Pascal's office, crying as she went back home.
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