Divorced my ex, married his friend

Stunned and dumbfounded, I stood at the door glaring at Harley and Jayden. Could Jayden be this caring? He took good care of Harley like she was his own daughter—so quick to adopt her.

“Mommy!” Harley shouted, clearly happy to see me after the divorce. Her hair was smoothly brushed and styled.

Buntings and rosy red flowers were tossed across the walls. It looked like someone was celebrating a wedding anniversary.

Could it be Brooke? Jayden’s younger brother?

Jayden gave me a tight hug and warm kisses. I was astonished but couldn't show it. What’s he up to? My skin froze like I had a frostbite. Shivers went down my spine. Blushes and excitement overshadowed me, but I was too shy to reveal it.

Harley’s reassuring smile held me back from asking Jayden about the impromptu event.

The sitting room tiles matched the wall painting and decor perfectly. The view of his living room was breathtaking and satisfying. A few of his family members—his brother, cousins, and friends—were present. His house felt like paradise the moment I stepped inside.

Memories of my wedding eve with Richard flashed before my eyes. A strong feeling of déjà vu tickled me to the brim. It was as if Jayden had copied Richard’s decor and setup. Is he trying to make me fall in love with him—or send another message?

Joy filled my heart, seeing my beloved Harley in such a healthy, happy state. But it still plunged me into a deep melancholy remembering her past.

She was just like a normal kid before the accident. One day, she was trying to cross the road to get to a room when a car hit her. She slumped and fainted.

That night in the hospital, I thought Harley was dead. The doctors later confirmed she needed brain surgery. Her chances of survival were fifty-fifty.

After the surgery, Richard noticed she couldn’t move as she used to. She winced countless times, hitting her head until it swelled. From there, she ended up in a wheelchair. Ever since, her life changed.

“Theresa, please come with me.” A young lady, not up to my age, approached. She must be Jayden’s cousin. “Oh! Lionni.”

I wore a tight-fitting dress that highlighted my figure and toned skin. A thick tomato-red lipstick coated my soft lips, which screamed “ready to kiss.”

It was evening time. The color of the clouds shifted to a deep sunset yellow, making the whole view of the city look like a cartoon. I stood by the window in Lionni’s room, meditating on my current life.

“Sister Theresa, there’s a call for you downstairs.” She tapped my shoulder.

The sudden “Sister Theresa” left doubts and questions in my mind.

Why the sudden 'sister'? Was she trying to reveal something?

I carefully walked down the stairs in my revealing dress, my boobs bouncing. Jayden loved red, revealing dresses on his lover.

“Your wife,” Brooke said, raising his brow at me.

“Your wife as how?” I asked, stunned, frozen in my tracks. Why did he call me his brother’s wife?

Jayden drew my waist close and placed a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds—I was timid.

Music began to play. He danced with me to the rhythm, swaying my hips. He stared straight into my eyes, craving my attention and body.

“I’ve always loved you since we became friends. I want you to be mine forever,” he finally confessed. I wasn’t as surprised as I thought I’d be.

All eyes were on us. Right there, beside the dinner table loaded with snacks, champagne, and flower vases.

“You will live like a queen. It’s going to feel like paradise,” Jayden said, sipping his wine with his eyes locked on mine.

“Exactly what I want.” I blinked a few times. “I’m set free from restrictions and stereotyping. No more mistresses or side chicks haunting me.”

The cake’s texture was softer than a loofah—so creamy and yummy. I swallowed with delight.

Then something poked my tongue—a small diamond ring. I spat it out. Jayden wrapped it in a handkerchief, then dropped to one knee.

“Please, make me the happiest man on earth. Will you marry me? Be my wife forever?” he pleaded with emotion.

Whispers erupted from the crowd. “Say yes! Say yes!” They all clapped.

I finally understood—he threw this whole party to propose to me.

“Yes, I will marry you, Jayden.” I blushed. I was feeling timid from the attention and encouragement.

He drew my waist closer and pressed his lips against mine. I felt his erection. He drank his last cup of wine, then grabbed my hand. We both headed to the room.

“Please, remain calm,” he said in an alluring voice. He pressed his body against mine.

I knew he was about to make love to me. “What are you about to do? Why are you…”

I understood the situation but just wanted to ask.

“You are no longer Richard’s. You’re mine now,” he said, loosening the straps of my dress.

“I see you’re horny. Let’s make use of…”

“I’m too horny to use a condom. I want to make love to you, skin to skin. I want to see you spread your legs, moan hysterically, and scream my name in bed. I won’t be gentle with you until you cry out pleasurable tears.”

Still in my timid state, I closed my eyes—not fully ready to be naked before a man again. He caressed me and began to finger me.

Slowly, I lay on the bed, trying to submit myself. Not wanting him to handle me too roughly.

He laid his chest on mine, his erection stiff on my crotch. It was a pleasurable thing to moan.

My pleasant night with Jayden.

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