Hot Shower, Cold Heart by Mark Twain 26
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Leah’s joy didn’t last long.
Just as she’d expected, Ella’s departure took all the life out of Stellan.
But instead of transferring his feelings to her, he spiraled.
Stellan started drinking.
He stopped showing up to work on time. When he did go in, he reeked of alcohol.
After work, he’d either disappear into bars or come home with bags full of liquor and drink himself into oblivion.
The sharp, composed CEO everyone knew was gone.
In his place was a man with stubble, hollow eyes, and a body that moved like it was barely holding itself together.
Leah had moved into Stellan’s apartment under the excuse that she “needed someone to take care of her.”
Every day, she dressed up, cooked meals, and tried to win him over with sweetness and care.
Stellan didn’t even see her.
When he came home, he wouldn’t even bother taking off his shoes.
He’d walk right past her carefully prepared dinner and her bright smile/head straight to the bedroom, and collapse onto the bed.
Then, half-drunk, half-asleep, he’d mumble the same name over and over-the one he’d already lost.
“Ella… Ella… I’m sorry…”
“Come back… please come back…”
Every time she heard that name, Leah’s smile froze a little more. The hatred inside her grew a little deeper.
She’d done “everything”. She’d even faked a relapse of her depression to get his sympathy.
And for what?
Ella was gone-but she was still there, like a ghost, haunting every corner of Stellan’s heart.
09:57
Hot Shower, Cold Heart: How Water Temperature Exposed My Military Husband’s Affair
21.4%
Chapter 7
Leah couldn’t even get close to him when he was drunk.
Every time she tried, every time she thought she could make something happen-create some kind of “irreversible situation”-Stellan would either pass out completely or push her away in a daze, mumbling, “Don’t touch me.”
Or worse: “You’re not her.”
Frustration and jealousy gnawed at Leah like poison.
One night, Stellan’s friends dropped him off again, completely wasted.
Leah struggled to get him onto the bed. He collapsed, unconscious, still muttering “Ella” under his breath.
Leah stood over him, chest heaving, eyes dark and venomous.
She’d given up *everything*.
She’d even pushed Ella down the stairs with her own hands.
And for what? A shell of a man? Someone whose heart would always belong to someone else?
No. She wouldn’t accept that.
A wild idea took shape in her mind.
She left the bedroom and went to the liquor cabinet in the living room. Poured a glass of water.
Then she reached into the hidden pocket of her purse and carefully pulled out a small paper packet filled with white
powder.
She’d gotten it through some “friends” a while back. Supposedly, it made people “lose control.”
She hadn’t planned on using it. But Stellan left her no choice.
Once it was done, once they’d slept together, Stellan’s sense of responsibility-plus her manipulation-would trap him.
He wouldn’t be able to walk away.
Leah poured the powder into the water and swirled it gently. It dissolved instantly. Colorless. Tasteless.
She took a deep breath and carried the glass back to the bedroom.
“Stellan, drink some water. You’ll feel better.”
09:57
Hot Shower, Cold Heart: How Water Temperature Exposed My Military Husband’s Affair
21.7%
Chapter 7
Her voice was soft as she propped him up.
Stellan, groggy and parched, drank the entire glass without thinking.
Leah watched him finish it, a flash of triumph-and nerves-flickering in her eyes.
She set the glass down and waited for the drug to kick in.
Minutes passed. Stellan’s breathing grew heavier. His brow furrowed slightly.
Leah knew. It was time.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest.
*This time, she would have him.*
After tonight, Stellan would be hers. Forever.
♡ (0)
(0)
MARows Huchand’s Affair
9%
Joseph King is an editor and storyteller who ensures every chapter is clear, polished, and engaging for readers.
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: 
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: