[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-682":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1831981,2438,"Chapter 682: 682 Brownies","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-682",682,"\u003Cp>Chapter 682: Chapter 682 Brownies\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Ross…” Colton muttered, eyes locked on the image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yup,” a teammate confirmed, giving a grim nod. “And word is, that wasn’t just a one-time thing. There’s more. A lot more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another teammate chimed in with a smirk. “Heard that dude’s packing a goddamn anaconda between his legs. Your wife Kristine probably walked funny for days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The court exploded with another round of laughter—some taunting, some nervous, others just cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colton’s hands curled into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knuckles turned white as the blood drained from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to breathe, tried to calm himself down, but the rage rising inside him was like a volcano ready to blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teammates’ voices blurred into static. All he could see was Kristine’s face—her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same smile she used to greet him with after long days, now turned toward another man in freefall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who wasn’t just famous—but infamous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross Oakley? He had the reputation. The resources. The reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colton knew he couldn’t compete with that. Not in money. Not in lifestyle. Not in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made his stomach churn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bitch…” Colton hissed, voice cracking with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled the basketball across the court, sending it bouncing violently off the far wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without another word, he tore off his practice jersey and stormed toward the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…” someone muttered as he passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You guys really shouldn’t have said anything,” another said quietly, but no one stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The court went silent behind him as Colton disappeared through the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What none of them knew was that he wasn’t going home to talk things out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to find Kristine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, it wasn’t going to end in laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colton took the first flight back to his home city, his mind churning the entire way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seatbelt felt like a restraint, holding him back from the confrontation he knew was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the plane touched down, he didn’t wait—he rushed straight home, his heart pounding with dread and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he stepped through the front door, silence greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house was cold, quiet—too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lights were off, and not a single trace of life lingered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t feel like a home anymore. It felt like a shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched as he tossed his bag onto the couch and pulled out his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dialed Kristine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed under his breath and called again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the third try, his blood was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the call finally connected, thumping bass nearly burst his eardrum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were laughing in the background, shouting over the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t sound like a quiet night in with friends—it sounded like a party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where the fuck are you?” Colton snapped, barely able to keep his voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Kristine’s voice came through, muffled and distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said—where the fuck are you?” he shouted, his voice cracking with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… I’m with Sasha right now,” she said after a moment, her tone too casual, too unconcerned. “We’re at a birthday party with some friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A birthday party?” Colton repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Who else is with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine hesitated just a second too long. “Just me and Sasha and a few friends from college,” she answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lies!” he exploded. “You’re with Ross Oakley, aren’t you? Tell me—is he there with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, he’s not,” she replied quickly, but there was a beat—a small pause that made Colton’s stomach twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t believe her. Not entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me where you are,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll come get you. We need to talk. Now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine was quiet for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music still played, voices still shouted and laughed in the background—but she sounded different now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tired. Maybe even resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll come home later,” she said at last, her voice quieter, more grounded. “And you’re right, Colton. We do need to talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words sent a chill through him. Something about her tone… it wasn’t just guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just defensiveness. It was finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time since boarding that plane, Colton wasn’t angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hours crawled by, each minute like a drop of acid eating away at Colton’s patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house remained dark and still, the silence so thick it rang in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried pacing, tried drinking, tried breathing just to keep from exploding, but nothing worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept glancing at the front door, as if sheer willpower would force it to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly 3 a.m. when he finally heard the sound he’d been waiting for—the soft jingle of keys, the click of the lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colton rose to his feet slowly, his pulse pounding in his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anger that had simmered all night surged forward, demanding release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the door swung open, what he saw stopped him cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine stepped inside first, her eyes red-rimmed but dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked exhausted, her face unreadable. But it wasn’t her that held Colton’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the man beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same smug bastard Colton had hated for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same arrogant, backstabbing prick he had suspected all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now here he was—standing in Colton’s house, looking comfortable, even casual, as if he belonged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Colton,” Ross said with a wide grin, his voice smooth and dripping with fake politeness. “Long night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colton’s hands curled into fists at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might crack. But he didn’t look at Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Kristine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight into her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is he with you?” Colton asked, voice low and bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine hesitated, then took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze didn’t waver, but there was a flicker of guilt—of shame—just behind her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited. The tension stretched the air like a wire, ready to snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m pregnant,” she continued. Her voice trembled slightly, but she pushed through. “And the baby… it’s Ross’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell into a deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>",1018,"2026-06-09T06:18:58.540Z",1,"novelbin.me","ff15c709bedcefe947eeee7806dc6142510d459a6f69d178dc6361d6ea874d73","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-683","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-681",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]