Spoiled By My Mysterious Husband

Regina Valrose felt the soft fabric gently cover her eyes—it was the red headband she always wore. The touch was so familiar, yet it carried a hint of something unfamiliar.

Behind her, she felt the warm breath of a man, pressing her down onto the soft mattress with an irresistible force. She tried to struggle, but her slender wrists were firmly held, unable to move.

In the darkness, her other senses became unusually sharp. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of alcohol lingered at her nose. The scent confused her, it was both familiar and strange, just like the man holding her captive at this moment, making her hard to figure out.

His lips lingered at her ear, his warm breath making her shiver involuntarily. Each breath felt like an electric current, speeding up her heartbeat. His hands moved with a mix of gentleness and dominance, carrying an undeniable possessiveness, yet also a careful tenderness.

Regina was unsettled by these conflicting feelings. Such gentleness, such dominance, such madness—could it be Philip Sterling who lived a life of debauchery? She couldn't help but softly ask, "Philip... is that you?"

As soon as she spoke, she felt the body pressing down on her stiffen. His actions suddenly became rough, filled with barely suppressed anger. His kiss was no longer gentle; it was filled with punishing bites, as if he was taking out all his long-suppressed anger on her. The intensity made Regina wince in pain, yet amidst the pain, she felt an inexplicable thrill.

His warm lips suddenly covered hers, forcefully prying her mouth open. His tongue swept through her mouth with a punishing intensity, as if trying to devour her soul. Regina's consciousness began to blur in this aggressive kiss, drowning in a sea of desire. She could feel the anger and resentment in his every move, yet there was also an indescribable depth of affection...

The sharp smell of disinfectant snapped Regina out of her vivid memories. She stood in the hospital hallway, looking through the glass window at her grandmother, Tasha Brook, lying in the hospital bed. Tashas face looked a bit weary, but she still maintained a gentle smile.

Her words echoed in Regina's ears, "Regina, when will you bring your bor friend to meet me? At my age, my biggest wish is to see you find a good partner."

Tasha's eyes were full of hope when she said that, making Regina's heart ache. She knew Tasha was genuinely worried about her, wanting to see her find a good partner in her lifetime. And Regina also understood that Tasha wanted to personally ensure she wouldn't end up with an unreliable man.

Regina pressed her lips together and calmly replied at that time, "He's busy with work right now. I'll bring him to meet you when the time is right."

She couldn't bear to tell Tasha that at this very moment, Philip was probably lying on a couch in some club, holding a heavily made-up woman in his arms. A man so indulgent in women wasn't worth Tasha's worry.

Standing in the hallway, Regina gazed at the sleeping Tasha in the hospital room, a wave of bitterness swelling in her heart. Ever since her parents divorced when she was young, it was Tasha who had raised her. Tasha spared no expense, using up her savings to ensure she received the best education. Now, in her old age, Tasha's only wish was to see her happy. Yet what about her? She couldn't even fulfill this simple wish.

"Ms. Valrose," the doctor's voice interrupted her thoughts, "could you come to the consultation room?"

The lights in the consultation room were somewhat glaring. The doctor adjusted his glasses, looking serious. "Your grandmother's health is not in good condition," he said. "In addition to hypertension, she also has diabetes, coronary heart disease, and several other chronic conditions. All of these require long-term management, and the most important thing is to keep her in good spirits and not let her worry too much. At her age, emotional fluctuations can have a significant impact on her health."

The doctor paused, then gently asked, "Do you know what makes her happiest?"

Regina was silent. She knew all too well that Tasha's greatest wish was to see her find happiness. Every time Tasha was hospitalized, Regina could see the worry in her eyes. It wasn't worry about her illness, but concern for Regina's future.

With trembling fingers, Regina swiped across her phone screen, took a deep breath, and dialed Philip's number. The number was one she knew by heart, having carried so much hope and disappointment over the past six years. When the call connected, a woman's sultry voice answered, "Hello, this handsome guy is too busy to take your call right now~"

In the background, there was deafening music and the clinking of glasses. The woman's laugh was deliberately ingratiating. Before Regina could speak, there was a sudden commotion on the other end, followed by Philip's drunken voice, "Claudia... is that you? My honey... I miss you so much..."

Regina's knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone, suppressing her humiliation. "Where are you?" Her voice was soft, with a tremor she didn't even notice.

"Peace Club... Claudia, won't you come find me? I've waited for you for so many years..." Philip's voice was slurred but carried a clear obsession.

Pushing open the doors of the Peace Club, she was hit by the nauseating essence of alcohol and perfume. In the center of the dance floor, scantily clad strippers were gyrating on poles, their movements appearing especially wanton under the suggestive lighting. In the corners, heirs of wealthy families, with their arms around hostesses, indulged in revelry. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the revelry, the scene was one of sheer debauchery.

This was Regina's first time in such a place. Dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, she stood out in the lavish environment. Passing waiters gave her strange looks, as if she were an outsider who didn't belong.

She spotted Philip immediately, slumped on a couch in the corner. His shirt was disheveled, tie loose, with a heavily made-up woman in his arms. The face she once loved was now marred by debauchery, the image of the once ambitious professional completely gone.

"Philip, come home with me." Regina stood before him, her voice tinged with a plea. "Please come with me to see my grandmother tomorrow? She's been wanting to meet you..." Her voice trailed off, even she found her request pathetic.

Philip's bleary eyes suddenly focused, and his expression turned vicious. "Regina? You think you deserve to have me meet your grandmother?" He shoved the woman in his arms aside and staggered to his feet, reeking of alcohol. "Do you know why I haven't touched you in six years? Because you don't interest me at all! Look at you, pretending to be so pure and virtuous!"

"You're just a stand-in for Claudia, with a face that barely resembles hers. How could I ever marry you? Stop dreaming!" His voice dripped with contempt. "For six years, I couldn't even be bothered to touch you. Did you really think I loved you?"

Regina felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The man who had entangled with her in bed and blindfolded her with a red headband, was not Philip? She felt her world collapse in an instant. Six years of love, from beginning to end, turned out to be nothing but an absurd joke.

She turned and walked away, her steps unsteady but resolute. Behind her, Philip's maniacal laughter echoed. "Regina, you can't escape! You'll come crawling back to me! You'll never get rid of me!"

Tears blurred her vision, but her steps grew firmer. Pushing open the club doors, the night wind dried her tears. She finally understood that for six years, she had been in love with a false image.

But who was the mysterious man who had shown her such tenderness in the dark?