Se connecterA week after my visit to Julian's office, I started feeling something strange in my body. At first I thought it was just stress from thinking about Diego and the negative comments in the media. But as the days went by, my condition became more unusual.That morning, I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I thought it might be because of last night's heavy dinner. But the next day, the same thing happened again.Julian was on a business trip to Singapore for a meeting with an important client. He would be gone for a week. I didn't want to bother him with my small complaints. But this nausea wasn't like regular nausea. I threw up almost every morning, and I felt tired all day long.I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel around my neck, trying to calm my churning stomach. I stared at the ceiling, thinking hard. Morning sickness, fatigue, breasts that felt more sensitive than usual...No. That couldn't be.I was infertile.The doctor ha
I decided to do something special for Julian. After all the pressure from Diego and the negative comments in the media, I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. I would bring him lunch at his office.I cooked with love. Steak with mushroom sauce, roasted vegetables, and a small chocolate cake for dessert. I arranged everything neatly in a beautiful lunch box, then got ready to go.I chose a light blue dress with an A-line cut that covered my body comfortably. I fixed my hair, put on a little lipstick, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I still wasn't confident about my body, but I was trying to accept myself. Julian loved me as I was, and that was enough.The trip to Julian's office took about forty minutes. I took a taxi because I still wasn't brave enough to drive on London's busy streets. Julian's office building towered in the city center, with gleaming glass windows reflecting the sunlight.I entered the lobby with a nervous feeling. This was my first time coming
The next morning. Julian was still holding me, his breathing steady in my ear. I smiled, remembering the beautiful night with my husband, but that peace didn't last long.My phone buzzed on the bedside table. Message after message came in from friends, relatives, and even some journalists who somehow got my number.I opened one message from my best friend, Sarah."Did you see the news? Diego is talking to the media again! He's absolutely outrageous!"I frowned and opened the news app. And there, on my phone screen, was a video of Diego's interview on one of the leading television stations. The title made my blood boil:"Diego Mendoza: My Uncle Destroyed My Marriage!"I pressed the play button with trembling hands.Diego sat in the studio with a fake sad expression. Beside him, Isabella sat gracefully, occasionally stroking his arm as if comforting him."I don't know what else to say. I've lost the wife I loved because of my own uncle's actions. Julian Mendoza, my uncle, has destroyed
Julian smiled, his hand still playing with my large chest. His fingers slowly circled my nipple, making me shiver."I never get tired of this. Your big, soft, perfect breasts. I could spend the whole night just playing with them."I laughed softly, feeling the pleasure from his touch. "You really do have a strong fetish.""It's not a fetish." He kissed my nipple. "It's appreciation. I appreciate every part of you."But while Julian was busy playing with my chest, my phone rang on the bedside table. I groaned in annoyance, not wanting to be disturbed. But the ringing continued, forcing Julian to stop his activity."Answer it. Maybe it's important."I sighed and reached for my phone. My eyes widened when I saw the name that appeared on the screen. Diego."Diego," I said, my voice cold.Julian heard the name and immediately tensed up. He sat up beside me, his eyes watching my phone warily."What does he want?""I don't know." I answered the call. "Hello.""I'm glad you picked up.""What
I closed my eyes, feeling the peace in Julian's embrace, but that peace didn't last long. My body started responding to his warmth in a way that made me shiver. I opened my eyes and looked at him.Julian was looking at me with dark, desire-filled eyes."Every night, I never get tired of looking at you.""I never get tired of looking at you either," I whispered.He leaned in and kissed my lips. The kiss was gentle at first, but it deepened as I responded. His hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer. I felt his desire beginning to rise."I want you every night and every moment.""You always want me," I whispered back."Because you always make me want you."He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, tracing a path to my collarbone. I bit my lip, holding back the moan that wanted to escape. His hand moved downward, feeling my chest through the thin fabric of my pajamas."Julian," I whispered.He pulled my pajamas down slowly, letting the fabric slide off my shoulders. My chest wa
I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house. The big house felt like a palace to me, and I wanted to make it perfect for Julian. I arranged fresh flowers in the living room, straightened the bookshelves, and cleaned the large windows that faced the garden.When the clock showed eleven, I decided to go shopping. I took the envelope of money Julian had given me and put it in my bag. I wore a simple cream-colored dress and a light jacket, then walked out of the house.The grocery store near Julian's house was very upscale. All the ingredients were fresh and high quality. I walked through the aisles with a smile on my face, carefully choosing vegetables, meat, and spices."Mrs. Mendoza?"I turned around. A middle-aged woman with short silver hair stood near me, her eyes looking at me with curiosity. I recognized her. She was one of Julian's neighbors. I had seen her at the wedding."Mrs. Thompson," I greeted politely. "Good morning."Mrs. Thompson smiled, but her smile felt forced.
The car drove away from the courthouse, leaving Diego's frozen figure in the rearview mirror. I watched him until he disappeared, then turned to Julian.His words were still echoing in my head. Five years. "I've been waiting for you for five years.""I...""Don't talk yet," he cut in gently. His ha
Two weeks later.The courthouse stood tall with its classic European-style architecture. Its white marble pillars seemed to have witnessed thousands of divorces within its walls. Today, another one would be added to that long list.My divorce.Today I wore a simple black dress. Not too tight, not t
I could barely feel my feet touching the ground as I walked out of the Mendoza Corporation building. My head was still spinning, replaying every word that had come out of Julian's mouth."You're not ugly, Lorena. I'm one of the men who likes curvy women."What did he mean by that?Impossible.He wa
The Mendoza Corporation building towered over the city's main business district. I stood in the magnificent lobby with mixed emotions. Nervous, afraid, embarrassed, but also desperate because I had no other choice.I didn't come to see Diego.I came to see his uncle.Julian Mendoza.I had only seen







