After Divorce, Possessed By My F1 Boss

EVA’S POV

The cold winter air brushed my face as I stepped out of the car.

I was home. Finally, I could see Jace and surprise him with my present for our anniversary. I thanked the driver and stood for a moment, staring at the house.

The lights were dim, too dim for a place that was supposed to be preparing a surprise. Anxiety crept in slowly. When the temporary maid we had hired had called earlier and whispered that Jace was planning something special, my heart had leapt.

Our anniversary. Maybe this was his way of trying again. Four years of failed attempts to birth a child had changed us. He loved children and sadly, we had tried several methods but I couldn’t give him any.

Lately, I felt the distance he put between us. He no longer came home early, he always muttered something about projects or contracts he was trying to score and I didn't disturb him. Most importantly, he had barely touched me.

Tears gathered in my eyes at those thoughts. I felt like a failure, a woman who couldn't even give the man she loved what he desired the most. Children. And because of that, there were so many cracks in my marriage.

But tonight might be different. I had come prepared and I wanted—no, I needed to make sure we had a fresh start. I wanted to remind him that he had a wife at home and we could work through this together.

I pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. The house was silent. Too silent. I felt an eerie feeling, like something was wrong. “Jace?” I called softly but there was no answer. Maybe he was cleaning up.

I looked around the house and saw that there were no signs of a surprise anywhere. I pushed the thought down that she might have misunderstood and told myself that the surprise might be in our bedroom.

So, I slipped off my shoes and climbed the stairs, peeling off my coat, then my dress, until only the lace lingerie remained. He would like this. He always loved things like this on my body. Then, I made my way up the stairs to our room.

Halfway up the stairs, I heard it. A low thud, almost like the headrest of a bed slamming against the wall and then another sound—a breathy moan.

My steps slowed. Another sound followed — skin slapping against skin, sharp and unmistakable. My heart stuttered. No. I reached the hallway, my fingers digging into the banister as Jace’s voice floated through the door.

“Fuck… you’re so tight.” The world tilted. My hand shook as I pushed the bedroom door open. And my life shattered. Jace was on the bed and that wasn't even the worst part, he had his dick balls deep inside my sister.

Amelia.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her nails clawing at his back as he drove into her. My younger sister, the girl I had protected my entire life, the girl I never let feel the pain of losing our parents, was in my bed, with my husband.

“Jace?” My voice barely existed. He looked at me, surprise flashing across his face before annoyance replaced it. He groaned once more before pulling out and rolling away.

“Do we really have to do this now?” he asked, reaching for his shirt. I couldn’t breathe. Amelia didn’t even look ashamed. She lazily pulled the sheet to her chest, studying her nails.

“What… what the hell is this?” I whispered, my voice losing its edge.

Jace sighed as if I were inconveniencing him. “Eva, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

The nerve of this bastard. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re in my bed,” I screamed. “With my sister.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Relax. It’s not that big of a deal, Eva. You're being so dramatic.”

I laughed—a broken, hysterical sound. “No that big a deal? I'm being dramatic? You’re sleeping with my husband, you ungrateful brat.”

“It’s been months,” Jace said flatly. “Things got boring. Stressful. I needed something different.”

“Because I can’t give you a child?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

He didn’t deny it. “Well… yeah,” he shrugged. “Four years of charts and doctors and scheduled sex. You made everything feel like work, including sex. I needed passion and Amelia gave that to me.”

Work. My chest burned. I didn't even know what to say to him. He was like a stranger to me at that point. “And you,” I turned to Amelia, my voice shaking. “How could you do this to me? I raised you after Mom died. I paid your tuition. I stood by you through everything.”

She smiled. “You always liked playing the martyr, Eva,” she said lightly. “But Jace was never really yours. Even your darling adoptive son isn't yours.”

The room spun at the revelation. “What do you mean Leo isn't mine?” I whispered suddenly. Both of them froze. My heart sank. Two years ago, Jace and I had adopted a baby boy. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

Just like her. “You’re lying,” I said.

Amelia stood, letting the sheet fall. “He’s mine.”

The words crushed me. For four years, I took care of my sister's child with my husband. I loved the child I didn't know was the product of the affair going on between them.

“I had him before I went to pursue dance,” she continued calmly. “Jace arranged the adoption so you’d raise him. It worked perfectly.”

I collapsed against the doorframe. They had been dating for that long? Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared at them. “You used me. You both used me. How long has this been going on?” I whispered.

She circled me slowly. “We slept together days before your wedding. You didn't suspect a thing. Jace was always meant to be mine. You were just collateral. The perfect wife. Besides, you always clean up after me, big sister. That’s your role.”

Something inside me died. Then something else was born. Cold. Sharp. Clear. I looked at both of them, feeling nothing but the love I felt for him—for both of them morph into hatred. “You want him?” I said quietly, stepping back toward the door. “Take him.”

They both stared, Amelia with a smug look on her face and Jace with a look of disbelief. I didn't care. “At least now I know what I wasted my life on.” I walked out without another word, grabbed my keys, and stepped into the freezing night.

Behind me, my marriage ended. And my war began.