Going Berserk After She Cursed Me With Her Lust

I grabbed my phone with a puzzled look and saw that Ayna was downstairs in the hotel lobby, dressed in a cleaner's uniform. She was holding a press conference as the heiress of the Sweeney family.

However, the good thing was that I noticed that the burning, lusting sensation in my body had subsided. It seemed that I would be safe as long as I got her away from Eric after all.

She faced the reporters, her face filled with righteous indignation.

"I was betrothed to Mr. Eric Morgan of the Morgan family when I was little. We are actually legally married to each other!

"But Melody Hartman stole my husband, Eric Morgan, away from me for five whole years just because she saved the Morgan family years ago, and because of her own hypersexuality—or sex addiction condition—and told the entire world that she was his legally-wedded wife instead!

"And today, she even abducted me, tore my clothes off, and threw me out of the room just so that she could enjoy the thrills of sexing up my husband with me at the door!

"I really don't know how I would still have the will to live if a passing cleaner didn't save me just now…"

I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, but I didn't panic.

Back then, the Morgan family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and it was my dad, Nick Hartman, who generously used his military background and helped them through the crisis.

Eric immediately began pursuing me relentlessly after that, even declaring publicly that he would rather die alone than marry someone else if he couldn't have me.

Dad finally agreed to let me marry him after seeing how sincere Eric seemed toward me, believing he had finally found someone who would love and protect his daughter for the rest of her life.

Yet, little did he know that his good-for-nothing son-in-law would immediately begin sleeping with his long-coveted childhood sweetheart as soon as he died from a mysterious heart attack, considering he had always been in the pink of health before it happened.

Eric probably never imagined that the seemingly pure and innocent Ayna he'd known since childhood was actually a sex addict!

I didn't know how she'd managed to suppress or hide it before, but she'd always thought of me as a thorn in her side right after I married Eric, even resorting to using black magic against me now.

The paparazzi exchanged bewildered glances with each other, unable to fathom such a juicy, sensational piece of gossip between such wealthy families.

They practically shoved their mic packs into her mouth while asking her a barrage of questions.

"Ms. Sweeney! We all know that Mr. Eric Morgan and Ms. Melody Hartman had the biggest wedding of the century, and he certainly doesn't seem like he was forced into doing that!

"However, there's a rumor that you were the one pestering Ms. Hartman all along, and she had been nothing but magnanimous and tolerant with you without retaliating at all.

"This is your words against hers, and we need proof. Otherwise, how do you expect us to believe you? We think that you're just slandering Ms. Hartman out of spite after throwing yourself one too many times at Mr. Morgan!"

"After all, Ms. Hartman has always been a composed and dignified woman. She doesn't seem like someone who's as promiscuous as you claim that she is. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Hartman family for spouting nonsense like this?"

Ayna remained calm in the face of the questions thrown at her. A cold smile then played on her lips.

"You've all just been fooled by Melody's feigned composed and gentle demeanor! That's all just an act!

"Just listen to this lewd recording of her sleeping with Eric after locking me out of the room! Just listening to it makes me cringe!"

She then turned the volume on her phone all the way up as she played a recording of the sounds from the room earlier.

The paparazzi immediately blushed in embarrassment and began doubting themselves.

"They always said that wealthy people often had wild fantasies and fetishes in private… They would have just done the deed at home if they were a legitimately married couple. Why would they come all the way to a hotel, where Ms. Sweeney would be able to hear them instead?"

Ayna didn't even hesitate to produce the surveillance footage from the hotel hallway to cement her words being the truth.

Everyone could clearly see the part when she was kicked out naked from the room, and the media finally looked convinced.

She grinned smugly and pushed it even farther.

"If she's innocent, then she wouldn't need to prove herself. She's right upstairs now. Let me bring you all up to confront her!"

A short while later, the paparazzi were all at our door, blocking the way completely as they banged on the door in a deafening manner.

I didn't know where Ayna got the guts to confront us like this, but how could I, Eric's legal wife, possibly be afraid of a side chick like her?

I opened the door defiantly and faced the crowd as they threw a barrage of questions at me. Then, I responded assertively, "Everyone witnessed what a spectacle my wedding to Eric was, so there is absolutely nothing for me to explain!

"As for you, Ms. Sweeney, you're from a wealthy family yourself, and yet, I don't understand why you still have the guts to be so shameless as to covet another woman's husband!"

Ayna just grinned brightly and suddenly pulled out two marriage certificates from her purse.

"I also don't know how you have the guts to cling to another woman's husband as the shameless side chick instead, even announcing it publicly in such a proud manner!"

I was stunned as I quickly snatched the documents from her hands to take a closer look.

The contents sent a chill straight down my spine.