LOGINMOMENTS LATER Lena and Eric had been waiting at the hospital reception for an hour when Diana finally arrived, heavily pregnant, her eyes wide with concern and fear.Her partner walked beside her, trying to steady her, but Diana moved as quickly as her condition would allow, her steps hurried and determined.“Diana!” Eric exclaimed, surprise flashing across his face.“You shouldn’t have come,” he added.“I told her the same thing,” Diana’s partner replied with a weary shrug.“Where is he?” Diana asked Eric, her voice tight with panic.“He’s in the exclusive emergency room. We haven’t heard anything for over an hour now, but we’re trying to stay hopeful.”Diana let out a long, shaky sigh. Her gaze then fell on Lena, who sat alone in the corner, staring blankly into space as silent tears streamed down her cheeks.“How long has she been like this?” Diana asked quietly.“Since we got here,” Eric replied. “She’s still in shock. I’ve tried telling her this isn’t her fault, but she won’t s
"I can't just stay and wait... please... please wake up, Tarzan. I'm losing it here."Lena sobbed as she pressed hard against his chest, one eye glued to a YouTube tutorial on CPR playing from her phone. Her hands fumbled, trying to match the rhythm.Her entire body trembled violently, and tears blurred her vision so badly she could barely make out the screen. She pushed blindly, counting under her breath."Please, Tarzan, please... I lost our baby. I can't lose you too." Her voice cracked into a raw whisper. "What do you want me to do—live with this trauma? Would you be happy?"She cried harder, each sob shaking her body as fresh tears soaked his bare skin."I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. What I said about your late parents—I take it all back. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of them. You are the only man I love, Tarzan. Please, wake up. I am trying here."Just then, the front door burst open. Paramedics flooded inside, equipment rattling as they moved with practiced urgency.Lena stumbled
AUTHOR'S POV The next morning, Lena found herself sitting behind the wheel outside Tarzan's apartment building. The engine had been off for nearly ten minutes. Yet she still couldn't bring herself to step out. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of last night's clash with Tarzan invaded her mind. She'd barely slept. She exhaled shakily. I can do this, she whispered to herself. Walk in. Drop the keys like Diana said, then leave. Nothing more. I don't need to explain myself to him. She grabbed the shopping bag containing his shoes and the designer clothes he'd given her yesterday. Returning them felt childish, but it would help—better than being constantly reminded of what had happened. The morning air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the frantic pounding inside Lena's chest. She reached his door and noticed it wasn't fully closed. It rested slightly ajar. Her heart skipped nervously. She
I galnced at my phone and recognized the number immediately.Diana.My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment. I wasn't ready to talk—not to anyone—but if I ignored her, she'd only keep calling until I answered. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice, and swiped to answer."Hello?""Lena." Diana's voice came through, with a hint of concern in her voice."Hey!" I said, forcing brightness into my tone that felt like shoving a square peg into a round hole.Silence stretched on the other end. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice dipping with concern."Yes... I'm fine. I'm doing great. How are you?"She sighed like she saw right through me."Lena... you are not fine. I watched the interview on the talk show. He seemed triggered, and once he gets triggered, he goes for drugs. You know that. He's an addict, and I know another step will be sex. So don't tell me you're okay. You are clearly not okay."The dam broke and a sob tore out of me."I don't know anymore, Diana,"
The Tarzan I know, never complained about it because I was his first. Now, knowing that countless other women must have done the same for him, shame burned hot in my chest.Maybe I really suck at this...but I won't let him treat me like just an object.I pulled off him, coughing, strings of saliva still connecting my lips to his glistening cock as I gasped for air.“I’m done,” I whispered, my voice breaking.He stared at me in disbelief, his erection still throbbing angrily in front of my face.“Done? What the hell do you mean, done?” Rage edged his tone. “You asked for this. You said you’d take care of me instead of her. I need to finish to get myself back on track. Don’t you dare pull this shit now.”Anger surged through the hurt. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rose shakily to my feet.“Then quit treating me like a whore! I am not like the rest of those women you’ve been with!” I snapped. “I know plenty must’ve done this for you, so you can talk down to me about not b
"Enough! Didn't I tell you I don't want to hear any of that!" he bellowed, cutting me off instantly. I flinched violently at the volume. His large hands suddenly slammed against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in completely. The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, his scent flooding my senses. "Listen carefully," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "I just drove away the bitch who was supposed to take care of me tonight. You said you would do it. You said I should use you instead of her." My breath hitched in my throat, trapped. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Get on your knees," he ordered. My hands trembled at my sides. I knew the drugs were fueling this storm inside him. I shouldn't agree to this. But I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. The thought of him with anyone else,was far worse than this. I would rather be here, on my knees for him, than let th
Suddenly, we heard the front door slam.Jake's head snapped up."Jake?!"Jake's wife, Sarah, called out as she stormed down the stairs like a hurricane in yoga pants and a messy bun. Her face was twisted with pure rage, eyes already red and glassy."You cheating piece of shit!" she screamed, pointi
The silence stretched between us like a wire about to snap. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Then he spoke. "You are hungry. Have you been skipping meals?" "Don't," I cut him off, my face burning. "It's none of your business." He was quiet. Then he stood up, his height m
The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband alwa
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I







