Page 1 of Due Process
Chapter 1
STELLA
I slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor of Stella Financial Management.
Felix, my husband, had named his company—the whole organisation—after me. “After our love,”he’d said.
We were fresh out of college, bursting with overzealous dreams and the indestructible ideals of youth. After many trials and tribulations, our business, which had begun at ground level, was now considered one of the most respected financial institutions in the sporting world.
As expected, with any success came more pressure and added responsibilities. And since Felix was the CEO, he held the majority of that stress on his broad,thickshoulders.
A shiver ran down my spine as my thoughts spun wayward, thinking about the rest of his body.
My husband had been working hard the past six months—both early mornings and endless nights. And I was caught runningafter our two sons, eleven and two, which meant we hardly got anyadulttime together.
It was no one’s fault. That was just what happened with work and kids. Priorities changed, and all the days seemed to mesh into one.
Hence why I was on my way to Felix’s office at nine-thirty in the evening for a surprise visit.
I had left the boys with a babysitter, got dressed in my power skirt suit—the one with the slit that made Felix froth—and wore my black stilettos like I was going to dominate him.
Which, in all honesty, I wasn’t opposed to.
We had been neglecting each other for far too long, and Mama had a certainitchshe had to scratch.
The elevator doors opened to empty, dark hallways, providing a certain alluring, angsty element that only heightened my excitement.
With each step closer, lust thickened in my veins. We used to be adventurous and frequently played out some risky behaviours in the past. Back then, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I was ready to bring back that spark, more than willing to corner my husband against his desk andshowhim how much I’d missed him.
But as I turned the last corner, my eyes caught on the single light illuminating his office within.
It was a clear shot—one that could not be obscured or mistaken for anything other than what it was.
Instead ofworking, my husband, Felix Johnson, thought he’d become a middle-aged, mid-life-crisis, greying-haired cliché andfuckhis young, blonde secretary.
And you know what was ironic? She looked like a cheap knock-off version ofme, just a decade younger.
Oh, this hurts.
They were so confident and enthralled in their passions that they hadn’t even bothered closing the door. Heather leant over his desk as he railed her from behind. Her theatrical moans were laughable, but that was not what grabbed my focus.
Felix’s sole attention was on his condomed dick that disappeared inside her, his expressive face filled with sick enjoyment and desire-soaked eyes—like he loved that tasteless shit, like helivedfor it.
I stood frozen, my entire soulbreakingas I catalogued each discretion like a never-ending list in my head.
Felix touched her with handsthat belonged to me.
Felix grunted filthy pleasured wordsthat belonged to me.
Felix satisfied her with his dickthat belonged to me.
“Take all of it, you dirty little slut. You like being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Bossman,yes.”
My body slumped against the wall. I refused to buckle to my knees. Each groan he gave felt like a bullet ripping through my heart.
