MasukFor a split second, it felt like the world just stopped spinning. Everything inside me went dead quiet. My chest tightened until it actually hurt to draw a breath, and my thoughts scattered like glass breaking on pavement.But I couldn’t let him see that.I forced myself to inhale, to relax the muscles in my face, and to look at him like he was just another stranger in a suit.Years had passed. Whatever we had back then—and more importantly, whatever he did to me—wasn’t supposed to matter anymore. As far as he was concerned, I was a blank slate. I was the girl who didn’t remember.So, I smiled.“Yes? Is there something you need?” I asked. I kept my voice level, steady, and just a little bit bored.But the way he looked at me made my skin crawl. His eyes were locked onto mine with this sharp, piercing intensity, like he was trying to peel back layers of a lie I hadn’t even fully told yet.Before I could even blink, David’s hand shot out. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me upward.The ta
I managed to react quickly, forcing a confused expression onto my face as I looked at Cyndrel and David.If this were any other day, I would have snapped at Cyndrel.But I had to remember that I was supposed to be someone who didn’t know her. I put up my front, wearing a mask of polite indifference.“I’m sorry. Do I… know you?”The confusion in her eyes was clear. She looked like she had a thousand questions for me, but luckily, she didn’t get the chance to ask.Harold and I moved toward our table, leaving them behind.As we sat down, I noticed Cyndrel and David taking a seat just a few feet away from us. I couldn’t believe they were here, of all places. Seeing David wasn’t part of my plan tonight because I wanted to focus entirely on Harold.I looked at Harold across the table and noticed he was unusually quiet. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, staring blankly at something behind me.“Harold, are you okay?” I asked softly.He blinked and looked at me, his forehead creasing.
David’s POVThe guilt didn’t just sit in my chest; it felt like a physical weight, a cold stone pressing against my lungs every time my wife walked into the room.It was constant.Even when I tried to bury my head in work or lose myself in mindless tasks, it crawled back to the surface.It made the simplest parts of my life feel like a minefield. Looking at her, sitting across the table, hearing the sound of her voice—everything was a reminder.What the hell was wrong with me?“David… you’re not eating much.”I froze, the metal of my fork feeling heavy in my hand. I forced myself to look up. Cyndrel was watching me, her brows drawn together in that soft, worried way that usually made me feel safe. I could see the effort in the way the table was set, the food still steaming. She was trying. She was always trying.“I’m fine,” I said, the lie coming out a little too fast. I poked at the food on my plate. “Just stressed with work, okay?”She didn’t look convinced. She leaned forward, rest
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was trying to recognize someone else. For a moment, I just stayed there, breathing slowly, letting my eyes take in every detail. Then I finally found a dress that felt right for tonight—for my dinner date with Harold.It hugged my curves perfectly, the fabric clinging to my body like it was made just for me. There was a slit on the side that revealed just enough of my leg when I moved, and thin strings held the design together in a way that made it look both delicate and bold. It was strapless too, showing the curve of my chest and just enough cleavage to catch attention without trying too hard.The dress was red, deep and striking, with small glitters that shimmered whenever the light touched it. It was eye-catching, the kind of dress that made people look twice. And I knew it. I knew exactly what I looked like in it.I could have chosen something simpler. Something safer. But knowing Harold, a simple dinner date was nev
My whole body started to shake, and I felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I could not think clearly.“Are you there?” she asked again.I did not say a word. I gripped the phone so hard that my knuckles turned white, but my throat felt tight and dry.“I know you are there,” she said, and her voice sounded a little softer now. “We can talk another time. I know you are angry, and you have every right to be. I just cannot do this anymore. I am tired of pretending.”The air in my chest felt heavy, making it hard to breathe.“I will wait for you to call me back,” she said quietly. Then, the line went dead.I stood there in the silence, but my mind was screaming with questions. My thoughts were moving so fast that I felt dizzy. Who was she? Why was she calling Harold? Were they seeing each other behind my back while I lived here with him?I had lived with Harold for a long time, and he never mentioned a woman like this. He always told me he was busy with work or meetings with his assi
I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep. One moment I was exhausted, my body still heavy from everything that had happened earlier, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to a strange, slow sensation on my chest.At first, I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt it more clearly—fingers moving over my breast, tracing the sensitive skin, brushing lightly over my nipple. That was enough to pull me out of sleep.My breath caught when I felt something warmer—a tongue. Slow, deliberate, circling around my nipple while his other hand played with it, teasing the tip. That snapped me fully awake.I opened my eyes, still groggy, my vision hazy. Everything felt sluggish, like my mind was trying to catch up with my body. But when I turned my head slightly to the left, I saw him.“Harold…?”He was half on top of me, his body pressed close, his legs tangled with mine under the sheets. We were both still naked, our skin warm against each other. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead, a
“Mommy, what’s going on?” Daniel asked softly.I lowered my gaze to him. He was still holding the drawing he made for Harold. My chest tightened at the sight.David’s eyes lingered on Daniel longer than they should have.There was something in his expression. I could almost see the thoughts forming
Watching Harold play with Daniel, you’d never guess he was a man with secrets.There’s a softness in his eyes when he looks at my son. It makes my heart ache in the best way possible. Hearing him tell David so firmly that Daniel belongs to us... it felt like a shield being placed around us.Still, I
I couldn’t believe this.After so many years, I was finally standing in front of David again.But this—this wasn’t the reaction I expected from him.Everything happened so fast. One second, the air was tense, and the next, David’s fist had already landed on Harold’s face.“Harold!” I rushed to his
David’s POVI was already halfway through another pile of documents when my assistant stepped in again.“Sir, you need to sign these,” he said, carefully placing the folder on my desk. “Following the completion of these documents, you are scheduled to attend a meeting later today to review the perf







