Masuk46. TianaGenova dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me. His knees hit the wooden surface with a dull thud. His shoulders slumped forward. His hands reached out toward me, palms open in a gesture of complete surrender. His head bowed low until his forehead nearly touched the floor. The proud man who had always carried himself with such confidence now knelt before me like a broken figure. His breathing came in shaky waves. His fingers trembled as they hovered near my feet.I stared at him in complete shock. My mouth opened slightly. My eyes widened. I could not believe what I was seeing. Genova, the man filled with ego and pride, the man who had ignored me for years, now knelt on the floor begging for forgiveness. The sight left me speechless. My hands gripped the edge of the stool tightly. My heart raced with confusion and disbelief.He lifted his head slightly, his eyes filled with raw desperation. “Please forgive me, Tiana. I know I failed you. I know I hurt you in ways I
45. TianaThe brush slipped from my fingers and fell onto the floor with a soft clatter. I stared at the closed door where Roman had just walked out. The studio felt colder now. The morning light that had felt warm and hopeful moments ago now seemed harsh and indifferent. My chest tightened until every breath hurt. I sank back onto the stool, my legs too weak to hold me upright any longer. The canvas in front of me blurred as fresh tears filled my eyes.I had thought the pain from the confrontation downstairs was the worst part of the start of the day. But this felt deeper. Roman’s words kept echoing in my mind. He had blamed himself. He had said he was the reason for all of this. The fighting. The chaos. The way Genova had looked at me with such raw betrayal. He had walked away to fix what he thought he had broken. And I had just sat there, unable to find the right words to stop him.But again, I didn’t understand why he behaved like that. He had promised to be there for me. That he
44.TianaThe brush hovered in my hand, red paint dripping slowly onto the floor. Roman stood near the doorway of the studio. His shoulders were tense. His eyes held a heaviness I had never seen before. The morning light streamed through the windows and cast long shadows across the canvases. The air smelled of fresh paint and turpentine. My heart beat faster as I sensed something was wrong.“I want to leave now,” he said quietly.I turned around slowly. The brush slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the small table. Confusion clouded my face. My eyes widened as I searched his expression for any sign that I had misheard him. My lips parted slightly. My breath caught in my throat. The room felt suddenly smaller. The golden light that had felt warm moments ago now seemed too bright, too harsh.“Leave?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Leave like… like Genova wanted to chase you away?”My heart throbbed painfully in my chest. I pleaded silently inside my mind. Please do not
43. TianaThe silence after my words pressed down on the room like a heavy blanket. I stood there at the bottom of the stairs, my bare feet cold against the polished floor. The emerald dress from the previous night still clung to my body, wrinkled from Roman’s touch. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable. I could not look at either of them anymore. Not at Genova’s pale, broken face. Not at Roman’s quiet, steady gaze.I turned and ran up the stairs. My feet moved quickly, two steps at a time. The tears blurred my vision. I reached the top and hurried down the hallway toward my studio. My hand fumbled with the doorknob. The door opened with a soft creak. I stepped inside, closed it behind me, and leaned my back against the wood. My shoulders shook as the sobs broke free again. I slid down to the floor, my dress pooling around me. The cool wood pressed against my back. I hugged my knees to my chest and let the tears fall
43. TianaThe silence after Genova’s shout felt like it could swallow the entire house. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, my bare feet cold against the floor, my emerald dress from the previous night still wrinkled from Roman’s touch. I didn’t even care to pick another dress when I woke up.Well, that was not my concern for now.My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. The two brothers faced each other like enemies, Roman’s bare chest still marked with faint scratches from my nails, Genova’s face twisted with a mix of rage and pain I had never seen before.Everything inside me snapped.“Stop it!” I shouted, my voice cracking through the heavy air. “Both of you. Just stop fighting over me like I am some object you can claim.”Genova turned toward me first, his eyes wide with shock. Roman’s gaze softened immediately, but he stayed where he was, protective and silent. I took a shaky step forward, my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The weight of the p
TianaI woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, but sleep had barely touched me. My head throbbed with a dull ache that started behind my eyes and spread across my temples. I sat up slowly in the bed, the sheets tangled around my legs from all the tossing and turning. My body felt heavy. Every muscle reminded me of the previous night. The shower. The almost-sex. The confrontation. The way Roman had stepped out of the bathroom like he had nothing to lose.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. My bare feet touched the cool floor. I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. Dark circles shadowed my eyes. My hair was messy from the restless night. I looked exhausted. Broken. The woman staring back at me felt like a stranger. How had everything spiraled so fast?I could not believe Roman had come out of the bathroom. The memory played over and over in my mind. Genova’s angry voice. The way he had grabbed me. The fear that had gripped my ch
After cursing Roman endlessly in my mind and finishing my coffee, I headed to my home studio.It was the only space in this apartment that felt entirely mine.There was no sight of a cheating husband or a teasing brother -in-law.It was the only place that I sought solace. Today, the solace I soug
Genova didn't return home for the night.That's the first thing I realised when I opened my eyes.Was he scared of facing me? In the past, no matter what, he would still come back home after spending time with his mistress.Was it because he realized that I was aware of his actions?I didn't care a
Tiana POV "Please…" I was whimpering, my whole body a trembling mess.I have always been a prideful person but at that moment, I didn't give a fuck about pride. I wanted to cum. I wanted to let go of that sensation so badly."Roman please just let me come…" I pleaded shamelessly."No." He declared
Tiana POV I didn't have a kink of listening to my husband get nasty with another woman, I just needed something to clear every ounce of affection I felt for him and cement every decision to leave.Two years of her calling me every time Genova and her got tangled in sheets.Every time, I received t







