His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 22: Jealousy

Chapter 22: Jealousy

[ Smith Mansion... ]

"Honey, dinner is ready," Sasha welcomed Dominique in her cheerful mood. She approached him, giving him a peck on his cheek before removing his coat.

Dominique just nodded his head to acknowledge her. "I’m going to take a shower first."

Dominique ascended the stairs without glancing back, his thoughts still consumed by the afternoon’s dream. It was surprising that he hadn’t experienced a nightmare.

For the past five years, he had been haunted by the scene on the bridge, Sabrina always appearing in his nightmare– crying, hating, and blaming him.

Meanwhile, Sasha observed Dominique silently, her mind filled with lingering doubts and questions.

{ Sooner or later, your husband will get tired of you and dump you. You can’t even conceive his child! }

Melody’s words kept replaying in her ears.

"I can no longer tolerate this. I must do something. I have to talk to Dominique about us bearing a child. We should keep trying."

She didn’t want to admit it but she was threatened by Melody’s remarks. She thought having a child with Dominique would secure her position as his wife.

"Even Sabrina got pregnant with his child! I must find a way to cure him. If not, then I’ll suggest doing artificial insemination."

Sasha has already set her mind to this plan. But she needed to consult her doctor friend, Melissa regarding the progress of Dominique’s treatment.

Sasha immediately picked up her phone and dialed Dr. Campbell’s number.

"Oh, Sasha! Have you arrived?" Melissa’s cheerful voice echoed from the other line. "Right, timing! I was about to call you to share some good news."

"Good news?" Sasha frowned in confusion. "About what?"

"What else? Of course, it’s about your husband’s condition!" Melissa said matter-of-factly. "Didn’t he tell you yet?"

Sasha was taken aback for a moment. She had no idea what was happening. Dominique never mentioned anything to her.

"What is it?" Sasha tightened her grip on the phone.

"Your husband visited my clinic this morning, asking me to examine him whether he was cured or not. And guess what! For the first time... your husband’s body reacted. He got hard!"

Sasha was stupefied for a few seconds. She didn’t know how she would react upon hearing that.

Dr. Campbell continued filling her with details. "Dominique said... he had a wet dream this morning. And he got aroused. I think... he is slowly recovering. Why don’t you work this out with your husband?"

*Silence*

"Sasha? Hello. Are you still there?" Dr. Campbell was puzzled by Sasha’s silence.

"Y-Yes. I’m still here," she responded absentmindedly, her mind still trying to process Dr. Campbell’s words.

"Hey. Are you shocked? Aren’t you happy about this?" Dr. Campbell asked her curiously. Sasha didn’t sound happy or excited at all. What’s the matter with her?

"Sorry, Melissa. I’ll call you back later." Sasha hung up the call.

With hurried footsteps, she headed upstairs. She was bothered by Melody’s words again.

{ ...your so-called ’loyal’ husband spent five hundred million last night just to be with a woman...}

{ They met in a hotel... }

Sasha clenched her fists and her heart constricted with a growing doubt.

{ Just picture this—he went there to spend the night with a captivating woman while his wife was away on an overseas trip. }

Thud!

The door flung open and Sasha entered the room. She glanced towards the partially open door of the shower room, where the sound of water cascading against tiles filled the air.

’I need to confirm it.’

With one goal in mind, Sasha started undressing, leaving her clothes on the floor. She traced her steps toward the shower room and gently pushed the door open, revealing Dominique’s figure.

His eyebrows arched in astonishment, momentarily taken aback by her unexpected presence.

"Sasha," he uttered, his voice a mixture of surprise and curiosity, "what is this all about?"

Sasha met his gaze, her expression was resolute yet hopeful. "This is about us... our future."

She swiftly closed their gaps, placing her hands on his body. Her fingertips grazed Dominique’s skin, tracing gentle paths along the contours of his body.

Dominique remained motionless, his brow furrowing in a deep frown. He refrained from stopping her advances, curious to see if his body would react to her touch or remain indifferent.

Sasha’s hands moved down to capture Dominique’s manhood. Her gaze held a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She began rubbing his shaft up and down, caressing it with her tender touch. She repeated her actions several times.

However, despite Sasha’s sensual touch, Dominique only felt a sense of detachment, as if his body remained guarded against the intimacy unfolding between them.

Her fingertips, though gentle and persistent, failed to elicit the expected response. Sasha’s expression flickered with a trace of uncertainty, a shadow of disappointment clouding the depths of her eyes.

Deafening silence engulfed them. It did not take long before Dominique seized her hands, stopping her.

"I’m sorry, Sasha," Dominique whispered, his voice laced with guilt as he drew her into a tender embrace.

At that certain moment, tears streamed down Sasha’s cheeks like pouring rain, her heart heavy with unanswerable questions. ’Why? Why can’t I cure him? Am I not desirable in his eyes? Is it because of Sabrina? Is he in love with her?’

"Who is the person in your dreams that gave you an arousal?" Sasha confronted him. "Is it Sabrina? Until now... do you keep thinking about her? Can’t you just forget her?! She’s the one making you ill! So please stop thinking about her!"

Dominique chose to remain tight-lipped, evading her questions.

Consumed by anger and jealousy, Sasha shoved Dominique aside, hastily storming out of the shower room.

She put on her clothes and grabbed her bag. She needed to clear her mind and gather her emotions. Staying in the house with Dominique would just make her look more miserable and pitiful.

Wiping her tears, Sasha quickly typed out messages to her friends: [ Hey guys! Free tonight? Who’s in for some fun? Let’s hit the clubs! ]