Chapter 1 Had Sex With My Husband Right After Filing For Divorce

"Trending News: Brayan Rogers Spotted with a Supermodel at Night?"

In a lively private room, Thalia Palmer's colleagues were enjoying their drinks, while she sat isolated in the corner, fixated on the trending news on her phone.

She was fed up. It felt like the umpteenth time she had stumbled upon a scandal involving Brayan.

Just then, a colleague approached Thalia to offer a toast. Catching a glimpse of the news on Thalia's phone, she leaned in, her curiosity piqued, and started to gossip. "Despite Brayan Rogers, CEO of the Rogers Group, being both handsome and wealthy, he's known for his playboy antics. He's been caught up in numerous juicy stories."

Another colleague chimed in, "I've heard rumors he's married, but his wife remains a mystery to everyone. It's unclear if the rumors are true."

As the gossip unfolded, Thalia's grip on her phone tightened. She checked her email once more, only to find no response to the divorce papers she had sent Brayan's way.

Her mood plummeted even further.

Little did anyone know, she was the mysterious wife of Brayan.

Thalia, an orphan raised by Alfonso Faust, had once saved Brayan's grandmother by chance, leading to their marriage.

Given that Alfonso and Brayan's grandmother were good friends, Thalia accepted the arrangement, hoping for a peaceful life together.

However, Brayan's detachment was evident from the beginning. He couldn't even muster the effort to go through the formalities of their marriage in person.

Despite Thalia's attempts to close the distance between them, Brayan remained distant, never answering her calls or showing any interest in their relationship.

To make matters worse, Brayan's life was continuously marred by scandals, none of which he ever tried to protect his wife from.

Feeling ignored, Thalia gradually stopped trying to connect with him until she felt it was pointless to continue.

Deciding to stop pretending, she chose freedom instead of staying in a loveless marriage.

At that moment, she was offered another glass of wine, bringing her back to the present. Thalia looked up at the person offering it.

Her coworker, Ablett Gray, smiled at her. "Thalia, everyone's having a drink. Why not join us?"

Thalia looked around at the lively scene and found it hard to say no. She reluctantly accepted Ablett's wine and drank it in one gulp.

But soon, she felt something was off. She started feeling hot, dizzy, and it was hard to breathe.

"I can't drink anymore..."

Thalia tried to cope with her discomfort and thought about leaving early, but Ablett approached her with a look of concern. "Thalia, let me help you to a room to get some rest."

While saying this, he put his hand on Thalia's shoulder.

She tried to push him away, but feeling weak, she found herself being forcefully taken to a room by Ablett. As soon as they entered, he started to make unwanted advances.

Thalia resisted with all her might and then realized there was something wrong with the wine Ablett had given her.

"Fuck off!" She tried to escape.

Ablett approached her with an obscene grin. "Thalia, you can't imagine how much I like you. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Thalia fought back harder, but Ablett was determined to have his way. He pinned her down on the bed.

"Help! Someone, please help me!" Thalia's screams were desperate, and in her panic, she reached for the table lamp on the bedside table, grabbed it, and swung it hard at Ablett's head.

With a loud thud, he was knocked unconscious and collapsed onto the bed.

Terrified, Thalia didn't stop to think. She ran out, tripping over her own feet in the corridor as she sought help.

Then, suddenly, a door nearby swung open, and a firm, warm hand wrapped around her wrist.

Before she could understand what was happening, Thalia was pulled into the dark, opulent room.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Thalia screamed, her survival instincts kicking in as she struggled to break free. But it was no use. The man picked her up with ease, and before she knew it, she was on the bed.

"Help me, and I promise to make it up to you," the man said in a deep voice, leaning over her.

Thalia could feel warmth radiating from him, an obvious sign he was under the influence of something strong.

She tried to push him away, managing to say, "I... Let me help you..."

Her attempt to suggest medical attention was interrupted as he took her words the wrong way. Letting go of all caution, he silenced her objections with a kiss, leaving her voice lost under his.

As daylight broke, Thalia woke up with her head pounding, memories of the previous night coming back to her as she noticed the man's breathing nearby.

She hugged herself, sitting up to face what had happened.

The surprise hit her hard when she saw his face clearly.

Even in sleep, his looks were remarkable, but recognizing him brought a shock.

"What? How could this be?"

It was Brayan. The same man she had sent the divorce papers to just the night before.