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Chapter 9: When Love Isn't Enough
"H-Husband… she called me a gold digger," Yinyin sobbed, voice small and shaky.
He cupped her face gently. "But you're my wife, not a gold digger," he said softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Never forget that."
She clung to him tightly, as if letting go would make the pain real again. "Forgive me... I-I hit Mom. I thought she was a thief," she sniffled.
He blinked in disbelief, struggling not to laugh. "You hit her?" His lips twitched. "Babe… how would a thief even get into my mansion?"
She looked down at her toes, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
But something shifted in the air.
I felt it. She did too.
His body. It was hard. Very hard. And not just emotionally. 👀
"Yin," he said, his voice suddenly low and deep, "you need to be punished… for doubting I'd protect you."
His breath brushed her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Husband, I'm sorry," she whispered, coy. "I'll accept whatever punishment you give me."
He smirked. Oh, she didn't know what she was signing up for.
"Don't beg for mercy later, babe," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "'cause I'll make sure you can't walk straight tomorrow."
Her hips grazed his growing bulge—and oof, that was my cue to leave. I mean, I've been spying on these two forever, but this was a full-blown XXX movie. I should've brought popcorn!
"H-Husband, what are you doing?" she gasped as his hand slipped under her towel.
"I'm just… checking if you're healthy enough to handle your punishment," he said, his fingers brushing her already-soaked folds.
She bit her lip. That teasing bulge from earlier had her dripping. Don't judge her—same would happen to any of us.
"Tell me, baby," he murmured, teeth tugging at her earlobe, "were you fantasizing about me?"
"N-No… I mean… yes," she breathed out, losing control.
He chuckled darkly. "Do I have that much effect on you?"
She turned to face him, playful glint in her eye. "I think I affect you more than you affect me."
"Oh really?"
"I saw it," she teased, pressing her belly against his rod. Yes, belly. Man's tall, okay?
"You're such a bad influence, Yin," he groaned.
"And you love it," she giggled, running a finger across his chest.
"Now, are you ready for punishment… or are you gonna keep teasing me?" she said with a wink.
He lifted her by the waist in one swift move.
She gasped, clinging to him. "Naughty," she whispered.
"And I know you like it," he smirked, licking the shell of her ear.
"Baby…" she moaned softly.
"I love it when you call me that," he whispered back, blowing hot air against her skin.
Her body trembled.
"Stop teasing me," she whispered, cheeks flushed, eyes begging.
He ran his fingers along her soft skin, sending waves of electricity through her veins.
"You're my wife, Yin… and I'm falling for you."
She froze.
Her heart pounded.
He looked into her eyes. "Do you… feel the same?"
She leaned in and kissed him. Sweet. Meaningful.
But he pulled back.
"Jinye…" she started, "I… I don't know if it's love. But I know I don't want to lose you. I don't want to share you. I want to be by your side."
Her fingers brushed his face gently. "I don't know what this is… but I know it's real."
He looked at her for a long moment… then turned away and walked into the bathroom.
She got dressed in her usual baggy top and bum shorts, hair twisted into a messy bun.
Ring. Ring.
His phone buzzed on the table.
"Husband, your phone's ringing!" she called out.
No response.
A few minutes later, he stepped out—fully dressed.
"I'm sleeping out tonight," he said flatly, picking up his phone and keys.
She rushed after him. "Husband, I'm sorry!"
He turned to her, eyes unreadable. "I want to give you space to figure out how you feel about me. Take your time."
And then… he left.
Welp. Scene over. Yin locked herself in the room. I knew she was about to cry, so I followed Jinye instead—just to make sure he didn't get into more drama.
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In the car…
He refused to bring the driver. Just him and his messy thoughts.
"Was she just playing me?" he muttered, eyes dark, voice low.
I wanted to yell no! but duh, he can't hear me. I'm just the nosy invisible girl floating around his broken heart.
"She doesn't even know what she feels for me…" he whispered, hitting the gas.
He drove straight to the club. Of course.
Straight into his private VVIP suite. I trailed behind him like the loyal ghost-friend I am.
Drink after drink.
He was spiraling.
"You're my wife, Yin… you're supposed to love me, even just a little," he slurred, smashing a bottle on the ground. "Yin!" he cried out, voice cracking, fists hitting the table.
Knock knock.
He stumbled to the door—and opened it.
She walked in.
Stunning? Yes. But compared to Yin? Nope.
"What the hell are you doing to yourself?" she asked, shutting the door behind her.
So… she was the one who called earlier.
I took off my invisible slippers and threw them at her head. No effect. Ugh.
"Let me take care of you tonight," she purred, fingers trailing down his chest. "You look so… lonely."
"Get your hands off me," he said, swaying.
But she moved closer. Kissed his neck. His chest.
He pushed her—lightly.
She "accidentally" scratched him through his shirt. "Oops… sorry," she giggled.
I wanted to scream. Kick her. Trip her. Something!
Jinye stormed out of the room and made for his car—but was stopped by security.
"Sir, you're too drunk to drive," they said.
"I'll drive him," she offered quickly, playing the 'concerned angel' card.
Ugh. I hate her. She drives me nuts.
And of course… he let her.
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Back at the mansion…
I raced back to Yin.
She was on the couch, staring at nothing.
Knock knock.
She opened the door—and her entire body stiffened.
But she smiled.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Take care of him," the bitch said, then turned and walked away like she owned the place.
Excuse you?! No introduction? No shame?
Yin said nothing. Just took Jinye's arm and helped him inside. She laid him gently on the bed.
As she undressed him, her hands froze.
There it was.
Lipstick on his neck. His shirt.
A fresh scratch across his chest.
Tears slid silently down her cheeks.
Did he sleep with her?
No, Yin! He didn't! I tried to scream it, but damn it—she couldn't hear me.
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End of Chapter 9
And there you have it, sugar. I'm just your loyal invisible gossip girl, crawling behind curtains and crashing love stories. Tune in next chapter—because this mess is far from over.
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