I Bet My CEO Husband Will Regret

Anna had no idea how they managed to end up on the yoga mat.

It was a pretty thin cushion and was somehow uncomfortable.

She pushed Jackson's shoulder. He looked at her with eyes that were full of lust. He did her harder than ever before, and it was as if he was venting his frustrations in this one act.

Anna closed her eyes, realizing that he was doing it deliberately, thinking everything was okay and completely oblivious to the discomfort she felt as her back grinded on the mat.

They eventually moved upstairs, only finishing the deed once it was already one o'clock in the morning. Anna was so exhausted. Jackson put on his bathrobe before entering the bathroom when Anna suddenly said, "I want to take a shower too."

After all the exercise she'd been all night, her body felt clammy with sweat and made her feel uncomfortable.

Jackson stood by the bed and looked at her coldly. Apart from the lust-induced redness at the corners of his eyes, he was cold and indifferent as usual.

Anna ignored his lack of interest, opened her arms to him, and said hoarsely, "I'm exhausted. Can't you hear it from my voice?"

Jackson stared at her for a long time before finally picking her up.

His hug gave Anna such joy. She hugged him back tightly and even licked his ears to tease him.

He placed her down in the bathtub as he walked to the shower room to wash up.

Anna observed his silhouette through the foggy glass, imagining his excellent physique and handsome face. She was very much satisfied by his "service" today, that she was in a much better mood now.

Jackson only took a quick shower. He glanced at her in the bathtub as he emerged from the shower room with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Anna's gaze was fixed on his well-defined back until he disappeared into the bedroom. "Great body," she whispered.

She then looked down at her own body and murmured to herself, "You also have a great body. No need to envy him." Anna then hummed as she continued with her bath.

She was quite focused on relaxing in her bath when she heard a phone ring outside and decided to listen in carefully.

"Stop crying. I'll be there soon," Jackson's voice sounded.'

"I'll be there soon," he repeatedly gently and reassuringly. From his tone of speaking along, she instantly knew who called her husband.

This obviously angered Anna. She then deliberately shouted, "Darling! I'm ready. Take me out now."

It was deafeningly silent outside. After a while, Jackson appeared by the bathroom door, visibly furious.

Anna didn't dare to let him touch her with such a venomous expression on his face. So, she stood up, pulled her bathrobe, and wrapped herself in it before walking toward him. Her fingers traced his palm as she tried to hold his hand, saying, "Today is Wednesday."

Jackson coldly withdrew his hand. "It's 1:20 am on a Thursday," he replied before turning to the dressing room.

Anna wanted to get angry, but she repressed the urge to be. "But you were late. I just want to spend more time with you," she said pitifully.

However, as soon as she was about to get close to him, Jackson shoved her against the wardrobed and said coldly, "Don't take this too seriously, Anna. Save yourself some dignity."

She was already used to his indifference, yet these remarks still upset her somehow.

After all, he never considered her as the real Mrs. Will in his mind. After all, Anna was fully aware of the reason why they had to get married.

Looking back on it, what she did was indeed shameless. She was such a bitch!

Anna sadly climbed back to bed and wrapped herself in a quilt.

On the other hand, Jackson put on his clothes and turned to leave without even casting her a glance.

After the sound of the car engine faded, the whole villa was shrouded in complete and deafening silence.

The stillness made Anna feel uneasy, and she lay there wide awake.

She took out her mobile phone and replied to her friend's message on Viber before making her way to the study, [He's gone.]

Anna opened the desk's bottom drawer and picked up a picture on top of a pile of documents.

It showed a girl and a young man sitting next to each other, both wearing white clothes.

The young man smiled, and his eyes were beaming with joy.

On the other hand, the girl seemed very happy too and her happiness could be seen in the sparkle in her eyes.

Their smiles made Anna want to cry, so she threw the photo into the trash can.

It was never pleasant to force something that wasn't meant to be.