Adultery Dad's Enemy Made My Mom Heartless (COMPLETED!!)

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Sixteen days later came the conference that finally shattered every remaining boundary. The event was hosted in one of Mumbai’s most exclusive hotels, and the management had reserved suites for key attendees, including Aakash. When he asked Parineeti to accompany him again—this time as his spouse—she agreed at once, the word “spouse” sending a secret thrill through her. That morning he took her to an upscale South Bombay mall and helped her choose a sleek, backless grey cocktail dress that hugged every curve; they both knew the neckline plunged far lower than anything she had ever worn for Arun.


The evening unfolded like a dream. Aakash’s sharp negotiation secured a lucrative contract with a notoriously difficult client, and Parineeti found herself laughing, drinking, and dancing in his arms until the lights blurred. She never once called home to check on her eighteen-year-old or her four-year-old, and the fact that tomorrow marked her twentieth wedding anniversary slipped completely from her mind. When the last toast was finished, Aakash suggested they retreat to his suite to “discuss the day’s outcomes.” She followed him upstairs with a flutter of excitement she no longer tried to hide.

Inside the softly lit room they spoke in low voices while he casually set up a small camera on the dresser. Parineeti watched, surprised, then arched an eyebrow. “Why are you recording?” she asked. Aakash smiled. “So I don’t forget what we talked about tomorrow when the alcohol wears off.” She studied him for a moment, then gave a slow, knowing smile that said she understood the real reason. Without another word she reached over, pressed the record button herself, and let the red light glow as the rest of the night unfolded exactly as the camera would later reveal.