Going Berserk After She Cursed Me With Her Lust

It was Eric and Ayna's marriage certificate, and it was legitimate!

Suddenly, I remembered when Eric and I were supposed to get our marriage certificates together. He claimed it was a small matter and that he could handle it all by himself.

However, he came back empty-handed that evening with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I'm never going to let you see the cert. What if you got tired of me someday and used it to file for divorce from me?

"I've already hidden it away in a safe spot so you'll never lose it!"

I thought his playfulness was rather cute back then. I had really imagined being with him for the rest of my life, and so, I didn't even question it and just let him have it for safekeeping.

But now that I thought of it, it had been a major red flag from the start.

The commotion at the door jolted Eric awake. He walked out with a gaunt expression and was immediately taken aback by the crowd.

He especially panicked when his gaze fell on the marriage certificates in Ayna's hands.

He knew that if news of their marital discord spread now, the stock price for Morgan Group, which had only just begun stabilizing, would be in dire peril.

So, he had no choice but to pull me aside and explain himself.

"It's just a misunderstanding, Mel. I promised Ayna that I would marry her when I was little, but then I met you, and you're now the only love of my life.

"However, I couldn't possibly break my childhood promise to Ayna, so I left the honor and title of being my wife to you and only appeased her with the certs. This way, I would never let either one of you down.

"But if you don't like it, then I'll divorce her immediately tomorrow!"

I stared at Eric incredulously.

To think that I, the daughter of an elite billionaire, would actually turn out to be the side chick all along, even though I was already living my second lifetime!

No wonder Ayna had shamelessly claimed at their grand wedding that she was simply reclaiming her rightful title after my death in my past life.

I had always referred to myself as "Mrs. Morgan" in both lifetimes while parading across town, and I had turned out to be the joke of the century after all!

However, a wave of heat and lust suddenly surged through me before I could even straighten my thoughts out.

Shit. Ayna was having another one of her episodes again!

I glanced up and saw her hiding behind the crowd, her hands roaming over her body as her face turned red and her grin smug.

"Enjoy yourself, bitch!"

A split second later, I felt limp all over.

My heart sank. So, it didn't matter who triggered her sex addiction episode. They would all still be transferred to me!

So, Ayna hadn't really called the people up here to confront me, but to humiliate me in public!

The most horrible thing was that each time the symptoms flared up, my conscious mind was still crystal clear, but my body would go completely out of control.

I found myself grabbing the nearest male paparazzo as I spoke in a seductive voice, my eyes glazed over.

"Quick, I can't take it anymore. Save me! Do it with me!"