The Abandoned Wife's Glamorous Return As A Global Star

Trevor Blake's heated lips trailed relentlessly over Elyse Lambert's skin, grazing from her neck to her shoulders, then lower, inch by inch, until he reached the base of her spine.

The sensation blurred the line between pain and pleasure, a prickling numbness that gradually spread through her entire body. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. "Trevor..."

Trevor was as unrestrained as ever, panting heavily, his hot breath fanning against the side of her neck like a predator closing in.

Then, the sudden sharp noise shattered everything. Elyse jolted awake, her mind foggy as reality rushed back in—she was still in the bar.

A voice rang out, firm and authoritative. "Everyone stay where you are! Routine inspection!"

The remnants of her vivid, intimate dream dissolved instantly, leaving behind a trace of irritation in her eyes as Elyse blinked awake.

But in the next moment, her gaze locked onto a figure entering from the doorway, backlit by the harsh light outside.

Trevor stood there. His features were rigid, his expression unreadable beneath the authority of his uniform. There was a coldness about him, something distant and unapproachable that seemed to fill the entire room.

"Captain Blake, your wife is here," someone beside him murmured carefully.

Trevor's eyes narrowed slightly. After a brief pause, his lips parted. "Go ahead and inspect everyone," he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth.

After a few seconds of shock, Elyse pushed herself upright from the sofa. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her figure beneath.

She was wearing a long, delicate dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline—elegant and eye-catching—but the curve of her lips held nothing but a faint, mocking smile.

A month of silence between her and Trevor, and this was how they met again—during a crackdown on illegal activities, with her sitting right in the middle of it.

Trevor's subordinates were careful, keeping their eyes averted from Elyse as they moved around the room, questioning the drunken men and women scattered across the space.

Elyse hadn't had much to drink; she was clear-headed now. It had only been the emptiness of the hotel room that drove her out, the quiet pressing in too heavily for sleep. Therefore, she'd called a few friends out for a drink.

Now, with half-lidded eyes, Elyse watched Trevor, her gaze steady, her smile unreadable. "Captain Blake," she said lightly, "since when do homicide captains handle vice raids?"

Trevor closed the distance between them, each step deliberate, tension sharpening his expression. Stopping in front of her, his voice came out low, edged with displeasure. "Why did you drink so much?"

The question ignited something in Elyse instantly. A whole month of indifference and now this? Her lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. "That's none of your concern."

What she didn't say lingered beneath the surface—his worries should be directed at his mistress.

Elyse and Trevor had been together for a year before marriage and married for three. Their life hadn't been