Alex was placed on the bed with the help of Avery and the driver. Avery tilted her head and thanked the driver before the door clicked against the wall. She helped him undress-her fingers traced on his chest. Flashes of what happened in the car popped up in her mind.
" He helped mom. Why didn't he tell me that? How would I put my trust in Charles?" she exclaimed as her hand ran through her hair.
She needed to make things right. She needed to apologise for her past behaviour. Her gaze landed on the scar on Alex's stomach. She gulped down the lump in her throat- she was the cause of this scar. Would she be able to forgive herself? Would be forgive her? She stood up from the bed and headed to his bathroom. She changed into her nightgown and cleaned Alex's up.
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A soft groan left his lips as he turned on the bed. Alex swiped his face with his palm. He tried to stretch his arm but couldn't. Something heavy was on it. His brows furrowed and he opened his eyes. His breath caught in his throat. Beside him lay a woman in a silk nightgown.
" Did he hook up with someone?" he thought to himself.
Free gripped in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd cheated on his wife, Avery. He tried to pull his arm away from the woman but paused. His eyes travelled through his room and realisation dawned on him. He turned to have a look at the woman again.
"Avery? What is she doing here?"
A smile tugged on his lips. Avery was in his bed and he didn't force her. Does that mean they were progressing in their marriage? Wait if she's here then it means she was the one he spoke to in the club.