The Investor Who Became My Revenge

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I had been married to my husband for a year, and it was time for us to have a child.

But no matter how hard we tried, I could not get pregnant.

After thinking it over, I figured it was probably because my husband was already past thirty and not as energetic as he used to be, so having sex only once a month clearly was not enough.

So I prepared some supplements for my husband.

I never expected... that my husbands company investor would accidentally take them.

Late at night, I was dragged into a room.

Hes sleeping downstairs, so he wont find out about us...

My mother-in-law was a traditional woman, and once she saw her son get married, she could not wait to hold a grandchild.

But my husband and I had tried, and I still had not gotten pregnant, so I was deeply worried and could not help venting to my best friend.

We got checked, and neither of us has any problems. Ive been so anxious lately. My husband saw how stressed I was, so he bought me a bunch of supplements, like grape seed extract and vitamin tablets, just to help me relax.

Youre both thirty now. Once men hit thirty, their ability in that area starts going downhill, but women are different. Thirty is exactly when women are at their hungriest. If he cant satisfy you, its normal that you cant get pregnant.

Then what should I do?

Make him some lamb whip soup or bull whip soup, put on some sexy lingerie, play some soft, seductive music, and I guarantee hell charge into battle and fight with you until dawn.

I thought my best friend made a lot of sense.

That night after my shower, I stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at my fair, full, delicate-skinned body, feeling extremely satisfied.

Before getting married, I had been a yoga instructor, and I had only quit my job recently because we were trying for a baby, but I had not lost the solid foundation of my figure.

My husband, Brandon Miller, owned a small design company, and every time I went to his company, my pretty figure and face made him look good.

I changed into a set of sexy lingerie, and the thin fabric was so embarrassing that when the wind blew, it felt chilly between my legs.

In the kitchen, the bull whip soup was finished too, so I carried it out while dressed in that revealing outfit.

Click.

The sound of the door opening rang out, and my husband was home.

I twisted my waist and carried the soup out of the kitchen.

When my husband saw me, he sucked in a sharp breath, dropped his briefcase at the entrance, and strode toward me.

Whats the special occasion today?

I handed the soup to him, deliberately bent forward a little to reveal my full cleavage, and winked at him. Today is a good day to make a baby.

My husbands face changed as soon as he smelled the soup, and he took a step back while covering his nose. This soup stinks.

...

In the end, he did not drink the soup, and he even said he was tired and did not want to move, so he helped me with his hand, then turned his head, closed his eyes, and started snoring loudly.

I glared at his back with resentful eyes, like a dissatisfied wife who had not gotten what she wanted.

Fingers... how could fingers possibly satisfy me?

I asked my best friend out to complain, and she laughed so hard she could barely stop.

No way, right? Seriously? Your husband is that bad? He saw you in sexy lingerie and still couldnt get it up?

I did not like hearing that, so I argued, Its not that he couldnt get it up. He was just tired.

My best friend shook her head. No, no, no. No matter how old a man is, when he sees a woman seducing him, he wont be able to resist the impulse in his lower body.

After my best friend said that, I started to waver too.

Could my husband really have some kind of mens health problem?

Its also possible hes paying his dues outside, my best friend casually complained.

My expression changed abruptly.

My best friend did not notice and continued, But your husband is the perfect devoted spouse. He comes home every day after work, tells you whenever he works late, and you can check on him anytime, so he doesnt have time to cheat.

Hearing that made me feel comforted, and I let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, my best friends phone rang, and she held it while replying to a message, her eyes full of flirtatious warmth. Only then did I notice that she had been glowing lately and looked almost too good.

There was an old saying that when a thirty-year-old woman was properly fed, youth would bloom all over her face.

I could not help probing, Sophie Harper, are you dating someone?

My best friend calmly finished typing before looking up and answering me. Dating? I guess so.

I froze for a moment.

She had always had high standards, so what kind of man could catch her eye?

Wait, she was dating someone and had not even told me.

I was a little angry, and when my best friend saw that, she quickly came around from the seat across from me and hugged me warmly. Oh, come on, hes just an ordinary small-business owner. Things arent stable yet, so I didnt tell you. When I marry him later, youd better come.

Listen to you. How could I not come?

Hahaha, I found a supplement recipe for you. It works and doesnt taste bad. My man... after drinking it, he was absolutely fierce in bed.

When I heard that, I was tempted too, and thinking that these few days were my ovulation window, I hurried to get the ingredients according to the recipe my best friend gave me.

That night, I changed into a sizzling bodycon dress, carried a thermos, and went to my husbands company.

His company had a dinner party that night, and family members were allowed to attend.

I heard the big boss who invested in them would also be there, and I happened to be curious about what their big boss looked like, so I went over to see him in person.

While I was on the way, I was notified that tonights dinner would be held at their investors home.

Only after I arrived did I learn how big the investors home was, and it was practically an estate.

The party was held in the main building, and all the employees from my husbands company were dressed exquisitely. Everyone raised glasses and mingled, giving the whole place the feel of high society.

I scanned the room and saw my husband chatting and laughing with a woman, whose back looked very familiar.

Just as I was about to take a closer look, I heard a commotion from the right.

I looked over with everyone else.

A refined and handsome man walked down the spiral staircase, and his features carried the calm, powerful air of someone used to being in charge.

This was the investor, Adrian Sterling. He came from an old-money family and was a few years older than my husband, but the muscles under his gray shirt bulged so powerfully that I instantly thought of a tyrant king in a movie.

Mr. Sterling.

My husband, Brandon Miller, quickly went up to greet him.

I noticed that the woman who had been talking to my husband was already gone.

Hey! Someone suddenly patted my shoulder.

I turned around and saw someone unexpected, and she was wearing that familiar dress.

Sophie?!

Sophie Harper smiled brightly and poked me with her slim, delicate finger.

I was just talking to your husband and asking when you were coming.

So the person I had seen earlier really was her.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Why are you here?

Didnt you notice that the people here today arent only from your husbands company? There are other people too. Theyre all your husbands business partners, and they came specially to get close to Mr. Sterling. Im here because my man also has business dealings with your husband.

I was surprised, then a little happy. So your boyfriend knows my husband?

Of course he does.

Then why didnt he tell me?

Hahaha, its not stable yet, remember? I told him to keep it secret.

At that moment, someone beside us called me over to play a game. It was one of my husbands employees, someone I usually got along with pretty well.

My best friend pushed me lightly. All right, go play. This is that supplement, right? It looks bad in a thermos. Ill find you a glass and pour it in. I guarantee itll look just like whiskey, and no one will be able to tell what it is.

Uh... Theres no need, right?

Its fine. Arent you busy? Ill help you take it to your husband. After my best friend finished speaking, she leaned close to my ear. It still takes a while for the effects to kick in, so theres no rush.

Seeing that, I handed the thermos to her and was soon pulled aside to play games. In truth, it was mainly to help my husband get closer to his employees.

After two rounds of games, I heard that the investor was not feeling well today and was going upstairs to rest.

Before leaving, he told everyone that after the dinner party ended, they could find guest rooms on the first floor and rest there on their own.

The dazzling hall burst into cheers.

My best friend came over then and gave me a look.

I delivered it, but he was talking to Mr. Sterling the whole time earlier and didnt get around to drinking it.

I looked over and found the spot where my husband was sitting, with two identical glasses on the table.

One glass was empty, and the other was in my husbands hand.

You didnt mix up the glasses, right?

I asked instinctively.

My best friend glanced at the table too, then said with certainty, Definitely not. The other glass is Mr. Sterlings. Whether its wine or medicine, wouldnt Mr. Sterling be able to tell?

Hearing that, I felt relieved, and when I saw that my husband had already finished that glass of supplements, my heart stirred.

My best friend also smiled and pushed me. Hurry up.

However, before I could walk over, their table broke up, and my husband staggered toward the restroom, looking drunk.

I froze.

Wasnt my husband drinking the supplements? I had not seen him drink much alcohol earlier either.

Feeling uneasy, I hurried over, picked up the glass, and sniffed it.

Then I froze.

My husbands glass smelled strongly of alcohol.

And the glass beside it... smelled like medicine.

I panicked and wanted to find my best friend to ask, but I could not see her anywhere, and my husband was gone too.

The facts proved that the glasses had indeed been mixed up, and the big investor, Mr. Sterling, had drunk the doctored thing.

When I thought of how important Mr. Sterling was to my husbands company, I panicked even more.

Mrs. Miller, Mr. Miller asked you to deliver a flash drive to Mr. Sterling. He left it in the car. An employee ran over.

Distracted and upset, I asked, Where is he?

He drank too much and just finished throwing up. Dont worry, well help Mr. Miller to a room to rest.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I ran out to find my husbands car, unlocked it with my fingerprint, got the flash drive, gritted my teeth, and ran upstairs.

If the effects really kicked in for Mr. Sterling, I would help him call a doctor.

I did not know which room was Mr. Sterlings, so I could only walk down the hallway and call softly, Mr. Sterling, Mr. Sterling, where are you? Im here to deliver a flash drive.

No one answered.

Maybe he was asleep?

I breathed a sigh of relief inside.

But just then, a low voice came from a door ahead.

In here.

My heart pounded, and after hesitating for a moment, I still walked over.

The door was not closed, and after pushing it open, I carefully walked inside.

Mr. Sterling, Im here to deliver the flash drive. Also, it seems you and my husband took the wrong glass. The one in his glass was...

Click.

The bathroom door beside me suddenly opened.

A large, burning-hot hand dragged me inside, and I cried out in alarm, but the mans palm quickly covered my lips.

He pressed tightly against my back, his body burning hot, and his scorching masculine scent spread over the top of my head.

It was filled with an aphrodisiac?

The mans hoarse voice sounded above my head, and I could not tell whether he was angry.

It was Adrian Sterling.

I was so frightened that I did not dare move, especially with something hard pressing against my waist.

No, it was a supplement...

The person behind me paused, and only then did Adrian Sterlings voice sound again.

You and Mr. Miller really know how to have fun. Taking sexual supplements at a company dinner? You couldnt hold back that badly?

My face burned with embarrassment. I knew what he said made sense, and I had no idea how to explain, so I was beyond mortified. My husband and I want a child, but weve been trying for a long time and I havent gotten pregnant. Today is my ovulation day, so I just wanted to try a little harder...

I had never said anything so private to another man before, especially when his fierce arousal was pressed against me.

With trembling hands, I reached for my phone. Ill call a doctor for you...

911? Do you want everyone to know I was drugged with an aphrodisiac?

I...

A soft sigh sounded above my head.

Right after that, I heard the mans desire gradually break free from its cage.

I cant control the drugs effects anymore. Mrs. Miller, Ill have to trouble you a little. Consider it your apology...

One hand gripped my chin and forced me to tilt my head back, and the man bent down from behind me and kissed me.

The door... The door isnt closed.

Theyre sleeping downstairs, so they wont find out about us.

My whimpers drowned beneath the mans fierce, aggressive lips and teeth.

That kind of ferocity, dominance, and lasting sensation, completely different from my husband, made me feel like I was dying and coming alive at the same time.

I was doomed.

I had actually started enjoying the pleasure another man gave me in bed.

I began to wonder whether my husband really was useless, because in bed, he always stopped after one time.

After I woke up and looked at the mess all over the room, my mind was in chaos.

Ring, ring.

My phone suddenly rang.

When I saw the caller ID, my heart panicked.

It was my husband calling.

Beside me, Mr. Sterling was sound asleep.

Flustered, I took my phone and got out of bed, and just as I was about to go outside to answer, I heard footsteps outside.

My heart jumped, and I turned around, entered the bathroom, closed the door, and answered the call.

Honey, where did you go? I searched all the guest rooms in the villa and didnt see you. You didnt drive the car away either. Dont tell me you slept on the second floor?

The footsteps outside came along with my husbands voice.

My heart leaped into my throat, and I remembered how intense last night had been, and that the bedroom door had not been closed.

If my husband came in, he would see my lace panties lying on the floor, the ones he had bought me...

Creak...