CHAPTER 350: SINFUL (1)

Georgia’s POV

"Have you eaten dinner?" Wendy asked the moment we stepped inside the house.

Nick gave me a soft kiss on the temple before heading to our room. "We already ate," I told her, slipping off my shoes and stretching my sore legs. "Where’s Katie?"

"She’s already sleeping," Wendy said with a warm smile. "She waited for you earlier but couldn’t fight the sleepiness any longer. Oh, before you go to bed, have some honey lemon juice." She handed me a glass, the scent instantly soothing.

"Thank you," I said, sitting down beside her on the sofa. The first sip was divine, tangy, sweet, and comforting. "This is so refreshing. It just gave my energy back."

"With that mood, I suppose everything went well in court?" Wendy asked, studying my face.

I nodded and exhaled deeply, setting the glass gently on the coffee table. "You could say that. Reagan was sentenced to three years, with a fine and community service. It’s lighter than we all expected, but... fair. Everyone seemed relieved."

Wendy’s expression softened, but her tone carried its usual fire. "And what about Raymond? When will that bastard finally get what’s coming to him?"

I laughed softly, surprised. "Wow, you’ve learned how to curse now."

She smirked, completely unapologetic. "He deserves it. David treated him like a brother, and he repaid that with betrayal, causing his death. If you ask me, he should be thrown into the ocean, too."

I chuckled, shaking my head, though I secretly agreed. "I couldn’t agree more. But the court won’t be that cruel. Still, his case won’t end lightly; he might be ’just an accessory,’ but he’s not walking away clean this time. The verdict for his case will be while we are on our honeymoon, so we won’t be able to attend. Only Oliver, Liam, Vicky, and Ella will be there."

Wendy’s eyes softened with pride and a hint of sorrow. "You’ve become so strong, Georgia. David would be proud."

Her words made my chest ache in the gentlest way. I looked toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms and smiled.

"Maybe," I whispered. "But I think David would be happier knowing we’ve all finally found peace."

Wendy suddenly clapped her hands, making me jump slightly. "Enough talk about those good-for-nothing men," she declared with a grin. "Let’s talk about your wedding! It’s the day after tomorrow. Are you excited?" She waggled her eyebrows playfully, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I’m not sure, honestly," I admitted, tracing the rim of my glass with a finger. "I can’t even remember planning for it. But Ella and Vicky said everything’s perfect, so I must’ve done a pretty good job before." I smiled faintly. "Still... with everything that’s been happening lately, it doesn’t really feel like my wedding’s just around the corner."

"Hey," Wendy said gently, leaning forward, "don’t say that. Nick worked hard and paid a huge amount of money to move the date so you could recover first. He must be thrilled about it."

I let out a soft sigh and glanced at the bedroom door, where faint light seeped through the gap beneath. "I don’t know, Wendy. He’s been... distant lately. Ever since I got discharged, he’s been buried in work. He comes home late, barely talks, and then goes straight to bed. It’s like he’s somewhere else entirely."

I lowered my voice, afraid he might somehow hear us. "Tell me honestly... was he always like this before?"

Wendy frowned, her brows knitting together. "Not really. When he used to visit you at the old house, he was all eyes on you. On weekends, you two were inseparable, either sleeping in till noon or sneaking away somewhere together." She tilted her head, studying me. "Why do you ask?"

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "Because lately, he feels... cold. During work hours, he calls me, checks on me, and even texts me between meetings. But once he’s home, it’s like a switch flips. He keeps his distance. I don’t know if I did something wrong."

Wendy reached out and touched my hand, her smile kind and knowing. "Oh, sweetheart. Don’t overthink it. You’ve both been through so much. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed, between the hearings, the company, the new house, and you and the baby." She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Sometimes, love gets quiet when life gets loud. But it’s still there."

She stood up, stretching with a soft yawn. "Get some rest, dear. Big day coming soon. Don’t stay up too late thinking, okay?"

As she walked away, I looked toward the closed bedroom door again and wondered quietly if love could really stay steady through so much silence.

I watched Wendy disappear into her room, the faint sound of her slippers fading down the hallway. The moment her door clicked shut, I grabbed my phone and scurried toward the kitchen like a teenager sneaking out for midnight snacks.

"Okay... here goes nothing," I muttered, scrolling through my contacts and pressing Ella.

The line barely rang before her voice came through, groggy but sharp.

[Girl, it’s late. Is something wrong?]

"I just—uh—I have a weird question," I said, whispering like I was planning a crime.

[Oh no,] she groaned dramatically. [What is it? And please, if it’s about pregnancy symptoms, I’m hanging up. I don’t know anything about it.]

I hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "Did I... ever tell you about my sex life with Nick?"

Silence. Long, painful silence. Then, the sound of Ella cackling filled my ear.

"I’m serious!" I hissed, glancing toward the bedroom. "Stop laughing!"

[Oh my god, Georgia,] she said between giggles. [That is not what I expected tonight. But no, you didn’t have to tell me, babe. It was obvious.]

"Obvious?" I frowned, utterly lost.

[Yes! Vicky and I used to see you with hickey marks everywhere. Nick was always all over you. There were so many times you two would vanish at events or get-togethers, and when you came back, girl, your lipstick was gone, your hair was a mess, and Nick looked like he’d just won the lottery."

My jaw dropped. "Seriously? We were that intense?"

[’Intense’ is an understatement,] Ella said with a wicked laugh. ]Why? What’s going on? Don’t tell me he’s not making you rest.]

"It’s the opposite," I admitted, leaning against the counter. "He hasn’t... You know... touched me at all since I got out of the hospital. Always says he’s tired or has work to finish."

There was a gasp on the other end. [Wait. You mean, ever since you fully recovered, you haven’t done it?]

"Not once," I said miserably. "We kissed once, in the hospital. After that, just forehead pecks, cheek pecks, boring married couple stuff."

Ella hummed thoughtfully. [Hmm... maybe he’s just scared to push your limits. You did almost miscarry, and you lost your memory. He’s probably terrified you’ll reject him, or slap him if he gets too handsy.]

I groaned. "Then what am I supposed to do? I’m dying of curiosity here! In the hospital, he was so gentle and sweet, but now? It’s like he’s treating me like... a baby sister!"

Ella laughed so hard I had to hold the phone away. [Then maybe it’s time you remind him you’re not his sister. Initiate it. He’s probably waiting for you to make the first move. Go for it, girl, there’s no harm in trying.]

I bit my lip, my heart pounding. "Alright... I’ll do it. Thanks, Ella. You’re my best friend, and my very inappropriate life coach."

[You’re welcome,] she said smugly. [Now go seduce your husband, Mrs. Knight. Ciao!]

The call ended, and I stood there, staring at the door to our bedroom. My pulse quickened.

"Okay, Georgia," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. "You’re his wife, not his roommate. Time to prove it."

And with one last deep breath, I marched toward the bedroom, ready to test Ella’s theory.

I tiptoed toward our bedroom, my heart pounding so hard I was sure it could be heard from the hallway. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open just a little—only to find the room empty. The lights were dim, his suit jacket neatly folded on the chair, his tie draped lazily across the bedpost.

"Where did you go..." I whispered, my curiosity piqued.

Then I heard it—soft jazz music, faint but unmistakable, coming from the bathroom. I padded closer, my bare feet silent against the carpet, and gently nudged the door open.

And there he was.

Nick sat in the bathtub, one arm draped over the edge, the other holding a glass of red wine. His head rested against the rim, eyes closed, completely unaware of the chaos forming in my chest. Candlelight flickered across his skin, turning every drop of water into something sinful.

"Well," I murmured under my breath, a grin tugging at my lips, "looks like the universe is giving me the perfect chance."

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Author’s Note: 11/8/2025

Sorry everyone, just one Chapter today, and maybe tomorrow as well. We are preparing for a typhoon that’s as big as our whole country. Pray for us. I’ll make it up to you when the typhoon is over. Thanks for your understanding.