Se connecter“What the hell? Let go of me! What are you even doing here?!”David was completely losing his mind. He gripped my wrist tightly, practically dragging me out of the entertainment agency’s entrance. I stumbled over my own feet, trying to pull away, but his grip was like iron.Through the massive glass doors of the agency, I could see people staring. Employees, interns, regular people passing through the lobby—they all turned our way. Some looked curious, whispering to each other, wondering what kind of drama was unfolding. But nobody budged. Nobody stepped forward to help me or ask if I was okay.The moment we were finally out of their direct line of sight, tucked away near the side of the building, David abruptly let go of me. But he didn’t actually give me space. He stayed right there, looming over me, completely invading my personal space.“What the heck are you even doing here?” I demanded, backing up until my shoulder hit the cold exterior wall.David looked absolutely furious, but
Smoothing down the fabric of my new outfit, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. But before I could even take a proper breath, I felt a warm, heavy hands trailing up from behind, settling firmly on my waist.An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as Harold leaned in, his lips pressing softly against my nape. We had literally just finished. My body was still coming down from the adrenaline of what had just happened between us, but apparently, Harold was already looking for another round.“You smell so nice,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and distracting.I didn’t lean into the touch, nor did I pull away. I just stared at our reflection, numbly enduring the affection before bracing myself to bring up the one thing actually on my mind.“Harold, about the offer…” I started, turning around in his embrace to look him dead in the eye. I needed him to see how serious I was. “Okay. I’m considering it. But you have to promise me that you are not going to fuck this up for me.
The shower was a blur of steam and the roar of water, but all I could feel was the weight of Harold’s body pinning me against the tiles.My legs were locked tight around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as he filled me completely. The friction was overwhelming. Every time he surged forward, the water slicked our skin, making the slide of his body against mine even more intense.“Harold, wait—” I gasped, my voice catching as he hit a spot that made my toes curl.He didn’t pull back. If anything, he drove deeper, his thick muscles bunching under my hands.“Shh,” he rasped, his voice vibrating against my neck. He began to move with a slow, agonizing deliberateness, stretching me out until I was clutching at his shoulders just to keep from crying out.“I’m putting a baby in you. I’m going to take care of you, and you’re never going to leave me.”The sheer audacity of it should have made me fight harder, but the way he was moving inside me was stripping away my logic.My hea
I was done.I didn’t have the time or the emotional capacity for his bullshit anymore because I had finally recognized the cycle.It was a carousel of lies that never stopped spinning.I would find out a secret, a dark sliver of his past or a hidden motive, and the moment I confronted him, he would flip the script.He would tell me he couldn’t live without me. He would shower me with affection until I felt guilty for doubting him. Then, the cycle would start all over again, leaving me realizing that I didn’t actually know the man.I looked at him, my eyes hard and unforgiving. I just shook my head, making my neck feel like it was made of lead. I needed to wash.“Excuse me, Harold,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of the warmth he usually coaxed out of me.I turned around and left him standing there in the middle.I didn’t care if he had swallowed his pride to talk to me. I didn’t care if he was trying to play the part of the wounded lover. I especially didn’t care about his ego when my
David’s POVThe moment my lips touched hers, the wall I had spent years building around my heart shattered.All those memories I tried so hard to bury came rushing back like a flood.The way she smelled, the softness of her skin, the familiar heat between us—it was all there, exactly how I remembered.I missed her.God, I missed her so much it felt like a physical ache in my chest.In that second, my moral compass vanished. I didn’t care about right or wrong. I only cared about the taste of her, a sweetness that I had been starved of for far too long.But reality has a way of hitting you hard when you’re least prepared for it.The moment she realized what was happening, she stiffened and pushed me away.The rejection was sharp, a cold slap to the face that brought me back to the present.I knew I had crossed a line.I had stepped over every boundary she had set, and the worst part was that my wife was right there.“Cyndrel, please!” I called out, my voice desperate as I tried to catch
“Get away from him!”The sound of the slap echoed through the restaurant.I watched, frozen, as Cyndrel pushed Harold back after slapping him with a force fueled by pure desperation.“Stop this!” she cried out. Her voice was trembling, and even from where I stood, I could see the shattered glass in her eyes.Pain was written all over her face, yet she still stood there, shielding David even after discovering the truth.She turned to David, her gaze hard, though her lower lip quivered. “We need to discuss this at home,” she said.“Honey—”David reached out, his hand hovering as if he could somehow pull the pieces of his dignity back together.He didn’t even get a word out before Cyndrel’s hand connected with his cheek. The force of the blow turned his head to the side. He didn’t fight back; he couldn’t. He just stood there, stunned, as she turned on her heel and walked away without looking back.Then, the silence broke—not with words, but with whispers.It was total chaos.A disaster.
I woke up to the sound of screaming.“You’re absolutely useless! A flat-out parasite! You can’t even pay your damn rent, so why should I keep you under my roof?”I was disoriented.My head felt like it had been cracked open, and my vision was blurry.As I blinked my eyes open, the first thing I saw
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
“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







