The Accidental Wealth

Chapter 40

Jackson stumbled into his apartment, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. The events of the past few days had left him drained, both physically and emotionally. He tossed his keys onto the small table by the door, not bothering to turn on the lights as he made his way through the familiar space.

As he approached the bedroom, a strange sound caught his attention. His brow furrowed in confusion. Was that... moaning?

"Oh, fuck yeah! Just like that!"

Jackson froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob. That was definitely Veronica's voice, but she sounded... different. More passionate than he'd ever heard her before.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?"

A man's gruff voice joined the chorus of moans and grunts. Jackson's blood ran cold, then hot with fury. He threw open the door, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains.

There, on their bed – their fucking bed – was Veronica, her legs spread wide as some muscled Adonis pounded into her.