Chapter Eight: Breaking Point

A tall man, his shoulders broad, stood naked with his back to the door. He was pushing hard, deep, into the woman in front of him. Every ripple of muscle, every flex of his back, spoke of raw, unbridled power.

One hand was tangled in her hair, pulling it taut, anchoring her. The other, equally firm, cradled her thighs, allowing him to thrust with a savage abandon that made my stomach clench. The room vibrated with her loud moans, each one a raw, unfiltered sound of pure, undeniable pleasure that clawed at my ears.

I stood there, stunned. The hot scene unfolding before me, the sight of that hot guy lost in his passion, felt strangely familiar. My mind struggled to make sense of it, but then a cold wave hit me. It was my husband.

I knew his body without seeing his face. At home, I sometimes secretly watched him bathe, it was the only way I could see all of him. Just the sight of his body would make me want him, make me feel wet. And his penis? That alone, a weapon of exquisite pleasure, could undoubtedly get him any woman he desired. Ethan's penis was truly massive, long and thick, capable of completely filling any woman's body.

One day, I was ovulating, my body aching for him, and I couldn't control myself. As he finished his bath, I ripped off my clothes and stood naked, waiting for him to come out.

He stopped, surprised to see me. I walked closer, my arms, trembling slightly, wrapped around him from behind, my bare skin pressing against his still-damp warmth.

"Ethan, please, I need you inside me," I whispered, my voice rough with desperate longing, barely audible. "I need that huge part of you," I added, my hand, bold and trembling, moving to touch his large, impressive length.

He caught my hand, his grip gentle but firm, and subtly, pulled away from me.

"Maya," he said, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth I craved, "you know I have to be at the office right now."

"Again?" I asked, my voice rising, my face falling with palpable disappointment. "Ethan, can't you just forget work for once and please your wife?" My voice cracked with frustration, tinged with a raw, undeniable ache.

"Am I asking too much, Ethan? All these years we've been married, it's been one excuse after another."

"I'm sorry, Maya. I didn't mean to. But we still have time to catch up later."

He put on his clothes and left for the office. I lay on the bed, furious, and fu*ked myself as hard as I could, trying to ease the strong desire burning inside me.

But here he was now, my husband, pressing his body against another woman. "Ethan!" The word burst from my mouth, the only sound I could make. I stood frozen, trying to understand what was happening.

He turned his head when he heard my voice. His body gleamed with sweat. His face showed how much pleasure he was getting, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, still pushing into her.

Ethan saw me. There was no shock in his eyes, no flicker of surprise. He just turned back and kept going, lost in his pleasure.

"Hey, Maya, you're here," a soft voice said. It was Anna, my best friend, peeking her head around.

She smiled, about to say something else, when Ethan, with a sudden surge of power, pushed into her hard. It seemed he was about to finish. Anna's moan this time was louder, more drawn out, a triumphant cry that echoed in the small space.

I couldn't do anything. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if bound by invisible chains. Then a sickening realization bloomed in my mind, it felt like Anna had planned everything. This wasn't a coincidence, it was a deliberate act.

I turned to leave, desperate to escape the suffocating reality of the room. A faint sound reached me, Anna's voice, husky and satisfied.

"Oh, baby, you're so good at this," Anna purred. Then, the soft, unmistakable sound of a kiss echoed behind me.

I stumbled back to the elevator, my fingers fumbling. I forgot to press the button.

"Which floor?" a man who had just walked in with me asked, his voice cutting through the haze of my shock.

Without a word, I blindly pressed the ground floor button. Anna called my husband 'baby,' Ethan sleeping with my best friend and acting like he did nothing wrong. These thoughts raced through my mind, a relentless echo of another betrayal, as I finally stumbled out of the building and into my car.

I sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My breath was shallow, ragged.

But oddly, strangely, no tears came. There was no breakdown, no sobbing, no hysterical cries. It was as if I had seen enough in this marriage, enough disappointment, enough pain.

Ethan knew very well that Anna was my best friend. And Anna knew very well that Ethan and I had been together for years and married for two. She had been at our wedding, and had celebrated with us. So, they had no excuse, they couldn't say they didn't know.

Anna had called me out, not for a friendly chat, or for a casual catch-up, to catch her with Ethan. The thought twisted in my stomach.

All this time, I had practically begged Ethan for his attention, for his touch, for his presence, only to discover he was out there having fun, finding pleasure, with Anna.

"What could Anna be thinking this time?" I asked myself.

I knew Anna was smart, cunning even. She wouldn't have let me catch them without a deeper, more calculated reason.

"Huh, this time I'm not even crying, me, a crybaby," I mumbled to myself, a surprising note of detached amusement in my voice.

"This is exactly what they want, Maya. Don't give it to them. They don't deserve it," a clear, strong thought suddenly popped into my head, a surge of defiant strength.

I looked at my phone. "Bestgirl" was the last number I had called. I pressed the delete button and removed it right away.

"Screw you, Anna," I muttered, the words a venomous whisper, laced with a cold, righteous anger.

Just then, my phone rang, a jarring sound in the quiet. It was Dr. Gilbert.

"Hello, Doc," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I picked up the call.

"Mrs. Blake, why isn't your husband answering his phone? Come to the hospital right now," Dr. Gilbert said, his voice clipped and serious, almost urgent.