chapter 6

She couldn't stop crying the entire night. She desperately wanted the twins to belong to her ex-husband. Despite the overwhelming chaos, a fierce maternal love had already taken root in her heart; she loved these unborn babies so much, long before they were ever born.

Yet as the hours dragged on, the crushing weight of loneliness began to consume her. She needed the comfort of the man she had loved for five years—to feel his touch, to be wrapped in his familiar arms.

In the middle of the night, as she had done countless times before, she reached for her phone. He was always available for her, twenty-four hours a day. He was always ready for her call, eager to kiss her, and desperate to make love to her whenever she desired. Even when the mood wasn't initially right, the chemistry between them was explosive. She could arouse him anywhere—at public events or family gatherings—and they would slip away together to a restroom or a parked car just to share frantic, secret moments of passion.

They craved each other constantly, completely helpless against the physical pull between them. Despite being more than ten years his senior, she matched his youthful vitality step for step. He had never cared about the age gap; to him, she was gorgeous, sweet, highly energetic, and irresistibly sexy. Their physical compatibility was unmatched.

Tonight, however, felt distinctly different. Even as her body ached for him, the truth weighed heavily on her mind: she was pregnant, and the babies might belong to her ex-husband. Deep down, she wanted her ex-husband to be the father of all her children, yet she couldn't bring herself to surrender the young lover who made her feel so alive. She wanted his embrace, his affection, and his passion just as much as ever.

When he answered her late-night call, the hunger in his voice matched her own. He told her to come over immediately. Leaving everything behind, she booked an Uber and arrived at his doorstep within thirty minutes.

The moment the door opened, all restraint shattered. They melted into each other’s arms—kissing uncontrollably, peeling off each other’s clothes without fear or hesitation. Within moments, they were locked in intense, passionate lovemaking. For lingering hours, he turned her into every position she adored, losing himself in her so completely that the reality of her pregnancy briefly faded away.

She didn't want him to stop. “Don't stop,” she pleaded, screaming his name, urging him to push deeper as she kissed him feverishly. They made love as though deep down, both intuitively felt this might be their very last time together.

Her body crested into a intense climax. Tightly gripping his hair and holding him against her, she let out a breathy cry, surrendering to the pleasure and reaffirming her devotion to him. When his own release neared, his instinct was to pull out as he had always done for five years.

But tonight was different.

Knowing she was already carrying a pregnancy, she wrapped her legs securely around his waist and held him close, allowing him to finish inside her for the very first time in their relationship.

Afterward, they lay tangled together in bed, wrapped in a peaceful calm as if the outside world no longer existed. They whispered soft declarations of love into the quiet night. In his mind, everything was simple: she would get the abortion, they would move past this hurdle, and their secret affair would continue just as before.

In her mind, however, a painful finality was settling in. If the prenatal DNA test revealed the twins belonged to her ex-husband, she would keep the babies—and end this forbidden affair forever, no matter how much it broke her heart.

As they lay whispering promises of how they were meant to be together, he suddenly uttered a single sentence.

Words so cold, so cruel, that she knew in an instant she could never forgive him. And with those words, everything between them changed forever.