My Father-in-law's Forbidden Obsession

Bianca’s POV

“He's going to fall in love with me tonight, I know it."

My husband would surely realize how useful I was and fall in love with me.

Everything was ready. Everything was perfect.

I had set the table just the way he liked it. His favorite wine. His favorite lamb stew, his favorite dessert.

The only thing that was missing was him.

I checked the clock on the wall, it was 12:17 AM.

Past midnight and my husband wasn't back from work.

“Maybe he’s just running late,” I mumbled nervously.

After all, he couldn't miss tonight. Never mind that he'd forgotten it for the last two years, he promised to remember this one.

It was a special night.

Not just my birthday but our anniversary.

Our third anniversary as a married couple.

I sit back down, smoothing the satin of my burgundy dress.

He liked this one the last time I wore it.

He didn't quite say it but I know he liked it because he made love to me later that night and then he had to go to work the next minute.

But it didn't matter. I knew he had to work.

He was Marcus Steele. The Vice-president of Steele Incorporated and heir of the Steele Family.

Of course he was a busy man.

My fingers toy with the edge of the napkin as I glance toward the front door, listening for the sound of his key turning in the lock.

And yet, no matter how long I waited, there was nothing.

I pick up my phone again. His name was already at the top of my call log. I pressed it again, for the twenty fourth time that night.

It only rang once and went straight to voicemail.

I hung up with a sigh.

Could it be traffic? Did he forget?

I had everything ready for tonight. It ought to be a memorable night.

And yet, I was sitting there alone, the food growing cold, candles burning low, and no message. No gift. Not even a call.

I was still staring at the door when it suddenly opened.

My heart lifted hopefully and I jerked up from my seat.

“Finally,” I whispered.

But when I saw who it was, I deflated.

It was not my husband, Marcus.

It was David, our driver.

“David?” I rise to my feet, confused. “Where’s Marcus? Is he parking?”

David shook his head sympathetically as he held his cap in both hands. “Ma’am, master Marcus asked me to return the car.”

I blink. “Return it? What are you talking about? Where is he?”

“He said he’s working overnight. Big meeting.”

I couldn't believe this. On our anniversary night?

I knew Marcus was barely home. He was always in one overnight meeting or the other, but tonight was special.

I had everything all set for us.

“Did he…?” My voice was sad. “Did he send anything? A message? A gift?”

David shifted uncomfortably. “No, ma’am. He just told me to go home. That’s all.”

I nodded slowly, swallowing past the lump in my throat. “Thank you, David. You can go.”

David looked at the feast I had assembled on the table and I could see the pity in his eyes.

“Should I put those in the microwave?” He asked.

"No, I'm sure he'll be back any minute now, he knows it's our anniversary and my big day.” I replied.

But even that sounded like a lie to me. Marcus Steele had never recalled our anniversary in three years.

“Of course, ma'am," David replied and left for his room.

I shut the door behind him gently and went back to the table to wait.

The food was getting cold. The dessert was defrosting. Everything would be ruined by morning.

And the exclusive resort I’d booked for us?

Tears began to prick the back of my eyes and I had to sniff loudly.

I was shaking in disappointment.

I'd bought him a diamond studded shoe.

The Lost fashionable and expensive piece of the fashion season. There were just two of those in the whole city.

“I can't let him miss our big day," I decided stubbornly.

No. I was not doing this tonight. I was not going to sit there and cry, not after everything I had put into making the night special.

“I'll pay him a visit," I decided as I grabbed my clutch, called the driver and walked out the door.

Steele Incorporated was just a few minutes drive from our home.

But I'd only been here once. Marcus didn't like me interrupting his job.

When we pulled up in front of Marcus’s building, I had to take a second to admire the architecture.

Even at night, it was magnificent.

I looked up and could see a single office with the light still on. No doubt, Marcus was still working in there.

“I’ll just go to his office and bring him. We will be heading to the resort soon, don't spoil the surprise," I told David and he nodded.

I knew once Marcus realized what a big surprise I had, he'd happily skip job. At least this once in our marriage.

The lobby of the office was deserted. The receptionist was clearly gone and the staff nowhere in sight.

I didn't expect anyone to be here. It was midnight after all.

Quickly, I found my way up the stairs until I got to the hallway.

Then I saw it.

A single light coming from a slightly open door.

His office.

But as I drew closer, I heard laughter coming from the room.

I froze.

But I didn't have time to think when I heard another sound.

Moaning.

“Deeper, baby," the unmistakable female voice purred.

My stomach knotted. My eyes widened.

What was going on?

With shaky singers, I turned the door knob and pushed it wide open.

I lost my breath.

Right there was my husband, Marcus Steele, shirtless, his arms holding a naked woman against his chest.

It was my family friend and his secretary, Chloe.