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Nathaniel

I woke before dawn, the city still cloaked in darkness beyond the penthouse windows, with Amelia curled warm and naked against my chest. We had already lost count—four times? Five?—and yet my body refused to settle.

My cock was hard again, aching, pressed against the soft curve of her ass as if the year apart had created an insatiable hunger no amount of release could quench. I tried to control it.

I told myself to let her sleep, to savor the simple pleasure of holding her. But the s
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She is pregnant with all the serial chemistry and not using an protection, I'm feeling baby vibes
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  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   Not because he cares.

    Amelia.The next morning, I woke up feeling lighter than I had in days.I rolled onto my side and reached for Nathaniel, only to find his side of the bed empty. The sound of the shower running drifted from the bathroom, letting me know exactly where he was.A few moments later, he stepped out wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin.I smiled before I could stop myself.It was ridiculous, really. We'd been married for months, yet there were mornings like this when it still felt unreal that this incredible man was actually my husband.After everything we had shared the night before, I should have been focused on the storm waiting outside.Instead, all I could think about was how unfairly handsome he looked."Good morning," he said, smiling as he walked over.He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across my lips."Good morning," I whispered back, breathing in the clean scent of his shampoo.He studied me for a second before one corner of

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   Let him think he is winning.

    Nathaniel.After Mercer was done, he excused himself and left, bidding us goodbye on his way out. The room was quiet for several seconds after Mercer left. Neither of us had anything left to say. The weight of everything that had happened settled quietly between us.I watched her, wondering what was going through her mind. I wanted to say something, anything, but I let the silence stay between us.Outside, the news vans were still parked beyond the gates. Every few seconds another camera flashed, sending brief streaks of light through the living room windows.I looked at her again. This time, I couldn't bear the silence anymore. So I walked over to where she was and quietly wrapped my hands around her. "What are you thinking?"Amelia sighed as if my touch had somehow brought her back from her thoughts. Her eyes stared toward the window before speaking."I honestly didn't expect Daniel to be behind this." She let out a quiet breath. "But now... it all makes sense."I pressed a soft

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   He picked the wrong family.

    Nathaniel.The warmth of Amelia's embrace lingered even after my phone began ringing, a quiet anchor amid everything we had just shared. For one brief moment, I considered ignoring it completely. After finally tearing down the walls I had spent years building around myself and letting her see the full weight of my past, I wanted nothing more than to stay exactly where I was, wrapped in the kind of peace I had not felt in years.The phone rang again, insistent.Mercer.I let out a slow breath and answered."What happened?""Sir..." His voice was measured, but I knew him well enough to hear the urgency beneath it. "I'm outside."I frowned, glancing toward the front of the house."Outside?""Yes, sir. I think this is something you need to see in person."I glanced at Amelia. She was beside me, her hand resting lightly over mine, her eyes full of quiet concern after everything we had unpacked between us."I'll be right down."The call ended. I slipped the phone back into my pocket and hel

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   I love you.

    Amelia.I couldn't stop crying. Not because I was afraid anymore, but because I was ashamed. The man sitting in front of me had spent the last hour peeling back every scar he had spent years hiding from the world, laying bare a lifetime of pain I could never have imagined. And all I had done was doubt him, question him, let my fears convince me he might be just like the monster who once broke me.My fingers tightened around his hands, grounding myself in the warmth of his skin."I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking.Nathaniel frowned gently, searching my face."For what?""For thinking you could be like him." The words tumbled out, heavy with regret. "For letting myself believe even for a moment that you were hiding something shameful instead of protecting the people you love."His eyes softened immediately, the lines of exhaustion around them deepening in a way that made my heart twist."You didn't know, Amelia. You were given every reason to suspect the worst.""But I stil

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   The truth 2

    Nathaniel.Neither of us spoke for a long time.Amelia sat motionless, tears still shining in her eyes. I could see her trying to put the pieces together, trying to understand how one family could carry so much pain without the world ever noticing. The weight of her attention pressed on me, but it did not feel like judgment. It felt like someone was finally willing to listen.I rubbed a hand over my face."I wish I could tell you everything ended after my father died."My voice sounded tired."It didn't."I looked toward the window for a moment before continuing."His death was only the beginning."Amelia remained quiet, giving me the space I needed."After everything came out, I thought I could put our lives back together. I thought if I worked hard enough, if I fixed everything he had broken, somehow we would all survive it."A bitter smile crossed my face."I was wrong."I clasped my hands together."Mariah was already too deeply addicted by then."I paused."My father had not only

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   The truth.

    Nathaniel.The drive home felt longer than usual. Mercer had called twice before I left the office, each time with the same answer. Nothing. Daniel had been inside the facility. There was still no evidence showing how he had gotten anywhere near Mariah. It was deliberate. He wanted me chasing the wrong questions.By the time I reached the house, the sun had already begun to set. I stepped inside and handed my keys to one of the staff.“Is Mrs. Vaughn home?”“Yes, sir.”I nodded once and headed upstairs. Every step felt heavier than the last. I had rehearsed this conversation a hundred different ways during the drive. None of them felt right.I reached our bedroom door and pushed it open. Amelia was sitting exactly where I had left her that morning. She was not reading. She was not watching television. She was not even looking out the window. She was simply sitting there, her phone resting loosely in her lap.When she heard the door, she looked up. For a moment, neither of us spoke.I

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   His ex-wife

    Nathaniel.The facility had not changed at all. It still sat behind its high gates and carefully manicured lawns, existing in its own quiet world, deliberately separate from everything else. Quiet. Contained. It's easy to forget if you try hard enough.I had not been here in two years. I told myself

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   He is no saint.

    Daniel.Frankie called just before midnight.I answered on the second ring, still sitting at the desk in my home office. The truth was, sleep had abandoned me hours ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Amelia's face sitting on my chair in my office. The memory kept circling like smoke I

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   Scandal?

    Nathaniel.The meeting should have ended twenty minutes earlier. Instead, I remained at the head of the long conference table, listening to two executives debate projections they had already revised three times. I checked my watch, then immediately regretted it—a mistake. The moment people sensed

  • After my husband killed our son, he called me fat.   No one is perfect.

    Daniel. I should have felt better after the meeting. At the very least, relieved. The conversation was over. Amelia had said what she needed to say. Boundaries had been drawn. There was no more confusion.Instead, I felt worse.I sat alone in my office long after she had dismissed me, staring out t

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