#Married #Office Romance Jerica Evans, a devoted wife and clerk at City Hall, feels her world slowly unraveling as the cracks in her once-loving marriage deepen. Her husband, Jared, a high-powered lawyer with a fierce courtroom reputation known as "The Siberian Beast," has grown distant, and his cold demeanor leaves Jerica questioning everything. Once the pillar of her life, Jared now feels like a stranger, more lighthouse than man—steady but unreachable, leaving Jerica adrift in loneliness and suspicion. When she catches him leaving work early with a mysterious woman in a red dress, her world shatters. As she balances her growing suspicion with the suspicious arrival of Harold Braddock, Jerica's former flame, the lines between loyalty, betrayal, and her own desires blur. Her once steady life spirals as her husband’s frosty demeanor and her own emotional wounds collide. As the emotional distance between her and Jared widens, Jerica must decide whether to fight for a love that seems to have slipped away—or walk away from the man who once completed her. What will she decide? What is Jared's secret? Was their marriage truly over? Has she truly stopped loving him? This is a heartstring-pulling journey of love, pride, and the devastating cost of hidden truths and unspoken desires, where one woman must decide if she’ll fight for the man she married or leave him behind to save herself. Please support the book by voting. Leave reviews and tell me what you feel in the comments.
"It won't repeat this time," Arthur said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. "Do not touch anything—or anyone—that belongs to that girl. That's final."
Philip started to speak, his voice muffled in protest, but Arthur didn't wait to hear it. With a quick swipe of his thumb, the call was ended, leaving only the faint hum of the room and the soft, uneven breaths of his wife. He placed the phone down on the nightstand, letting out a slow, measured exhale as he turned his attention back to her.
Lydia's gaze found his, her eyes heavy but searching, as if trying to anchor herself in the steadiness of his presence. A faint flicker of gratitude passed over her face, fleeting but unmistakable. Arthur reached for her, pulling her into the shelter of his embrace. His fingers threaded through her hair, the gesture tender and grounding, as if willing his strength into her.