Slutty Dom wife 10

Slutty Dom wife 10
Faye stepped into the cold, high-ceilinged conference room of the Lin Corporation's private hospital wing, heels clicking against the polished marble. The air was tense. Her grandfather sat at the head of the long table, flanked by several elders of the Lin family. Their expressions were unreadable.

But it was her father who stood first.

And before she could say a word, his hand flew across her face.

The slap rang out like a gunshot.

"You disgrace!" he bellowed.

Faye stumbled back, clutching her cheek, stunned. Her vision blurred with a mix of pain and fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she gasped.

Her father slammed a palm on the table. "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you, Yeying? After everything this family has done for you, you repay us by shaming your name? Shaming your mother’s memory?"

She blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "What are you talking about?"

One of the elders cleared his throat, then slid a sleek silver tablet across the table. The screen was paused on a video still—a very clear, unmistakable image of her, on top of Henry Zhu, moaning.

Faye's breath caught. Her stomach dropped.

"Where did you get this?" she whispered.

Her father scoffed. "He sent it to us. And to the board. Henry Zhu said it’s proof that you belong to him. That he was your first. That no other man is worthy."

Her grandfather's gaze, usually soft when it landed on her, was clouded with something she hadn’t seen before. Resignation.

"Faye," he said quietly, "Tell us this isn’t true."

"I... I didn’t know he recorded it. I didn’t agree to that!" she snapped. "He’s lying. He set me up!"

"But did you sleep with him?" another elder asked sharply.

Her mouth opened, then closed. Her silence was enough.

"This isn’t just about sleeping with someone out of wedlock," her father continued, voice bitter. "It’s about our name. Our legacy. And now he wants to marry you to 'protect your dignity'? He says he still cares about you. That he’s the only one who truly knows you."

"He drugged me!" she shouted. "I didn’t go there to sleep with him. I went to treat his grandmother!"

Her grandfather let out a long, tired breath. "There’s no winning here, child. The Zhu family already sent a proposal. And the board approved it this morning. It’s done."

Faye shook her head in disbelief. "You... you agreed? Just like that? Without asking me?"

"Your scandal is all over the board group," an uncle muttered from the side. "If we don’t act now, the Zhu family will use it to shame us further. This is damage control."

Faye took a shaky step back, then another. Her chest heaved.

"No," she whispered. "No, this isn’t happening."

Her father stepped forward. "You should be grateful. He still wants to marry you after what you've done."

Something inside her snapped.

Faye turned and ran.

Out the boardroom doors, down the long hallway, past the confused assistants and patients. Her eyes were burning, her legs weak beneath her, her breath short.

She burst out into the parking lot and into the street without looking.

A horn blared.

A car skidded.

She jerked back just in time, her hand slamming against the hood.

Her knees buckled, but she didn’t fall. She kept running.

She had to find Henry.

Because she was going to kill him.

Kai stared at the screen of his phone like it was a ticking bomb. His jaw clenched. His knuckles turned white around the edges of the device.

The message had come in with no warning, no subject line. Just a video file.

He knew the sender immediately: Henry Zhu.

And he had been a fool to open it.

It was Faye. Faye writhing in a bed he didn’t recognize. Her lips parted, her voice calling out a name that wasn't his.

Henry's.

Every second of it played like a knife slicing through his chest. The kind of pain he hadn’t felt in six years..when he had first walked away from her, thinking he was protecting her, only to have to watch someone else touch what he’d never truly let go of.

"Motherfucker," Kai growled. He threw the phone against the wall, the screen shattering with a loud crack.

One of his men outside the door flinched but didn’t enter.

Kai stood, grabbing his jacket and storming toward the front door.

"Sir, where are you going?" one of the guards asked.

"To burn something down," Kai muttered, brushing past.

Meanwhile, Faye stood breathless in front of the massive Zhu estate gates. Her hands trembled at her sides. Her eyes were red, not just from the slap or the embarrassment from the boardroom, but from something deeper.

She’d loved Henry. Maybe not the same way she loved Kai, but it had been real at some point.

Or so she thought.

Now, she knew better.

The betrayal cut deeper than she could admit aloud.

She stormed past the confused guards who recognized her instantly. They called after her, but she didn’t stop.

She reached the front door and slammed her fist against it. "Henry! Get the hell out here!"

A maid opened the door cautiously.

"Miss Lin..."

"Where is he?!" she snapped, her voice already cracked with rage.

"Mr. Henry left a few hours ago. We don’t know where he went."

Faye staggered back, her chest heaving.

The bastard had sent that video and vanished.

She stumbled down the steps, her vision swimming, rage and shame mixing in her veins like acid. Her fingers itched to claw at something…anything.

Then a car horn blared. She hadn’t seen it coming.

A black sedan screeched to a halt just inches from her legs.

She turned slowly.

Kai.

His eyes were bloodshot, livid. He got out of the car in one furious movement, slamming the door behind him.

"Get in the fucking car," he said through clenched teeth.

She didn’t move.

"Faye. I swear to God. Get in."

"You're angry."

"Of course I'm angry. He sent me the fucking video. Do you understand what that did to me?!"

Faye's lip quivered. "I didn’t know he would do that."

"And yet you still slept with him."

"I didn’t plan to! I…"

"You didn't stop it either."

Silence stretched between them.

"You said you wanted to make me yours," she said quietly. "But you never asked if I wanted to belong to anyone."

Kai stepped closer. "You know what I hate more than that video? The fact that while he touched you, you kept thinking of me."

Her eyes widened.

"You moaned my name once," he said, voice low, shaking. "He must’ve loved that."

Faye’s knees buckled. She hadn’t remembered doing that.

Kai caught her before she fell. Held her. His arms trembled.

"I want to kill him," he said into her hair.

"So do I," she whispered.

They stood there in the fading sunlight.

Both heartbroken. Both enraged.

And both still desperately tangled in each other.

Later that night, Kai paced in his private study.

"Find him," he told his men. "I don’t care where he is. I want every place he’s ever stepped into staked out."

He paused.

"And when you find him, don't touch him. Not yet. Just watch. I want to be the one to make him pay."

Meanwhile, Faye stood under the shower, fully clothed. Letting the water wash away the day.

She felt ruined. Not because of sex, not because of what the video showed.

Bu because she had trusted someone. Again. And again, she was made a fool of.

This time, she wasn’t going to cry.

This time, she was going to make him regret it.

And she wasn’t doing it alone.