LOGINAfter the call ended a few minutes ago, Miguel was still on the couch, arms folded, replaying every word of the conversation in his head. His expression had changed, turning into something colder. He had hated Klein ever since high school. They attended the same school and later the same university. During those years, rivalry and resentment defined their relationship… until they decided to put everything behind them and become friends.But Miguel had no idea that Klein had other plans. He truly believed their feud was over, that the competition between them had finally ended. He was wrong. In the end, he was betrayed by the very person he thought he could rely on.And so, they returned to how they used to be; enemies. Once again, they were competing, though Klein could never surpass Miguel in business or intelligence. Except for one thing. Alessia.But talking to Klein and making him feel threatened was a strange satisfaction. This was something he had never done. He had gotten unde
Olivia noticed Klein’s expression change the moment he heard the voice on the phone. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed, focused on something she couldn’t hear. She leaned closer, lowering her voice."What is it?"Klein didn’t answer. He slowly lifted the phone back to his ear, voice dangerously low now."Who the hell are you, and why are you answering my wife’s phone?"There was a short pause on the other end before Miguel spoke up."Me?" he epeated calmly like he had all the time in the world. He sounded amused at Klein's outburst.Instead of introducing himself, he chose to say something that would get Klein all worked up.“Well… I’m someone who knows Klein very well,” Miguel began. “Someone who also knows Miguel too... and the relationship between you two.”He paused, a faint smirk dancing on his lips. “I’m also someone who knows about your lies… and the incident that happened three years ago.”Klein froze.Miguel continued, voice still calm, "Does that answer your question?
Later that night, after everything that had transpired between them, Miguel lay behind Alessia on the bed. His body was warm, his chest pressed gently against her back, and his arm rested securely around her waist. The blindfold he had used earlier was gone now, leaving her exposed and aware of what had happened between them. There was nothing left for her to hide behind.Alessia inhaled shakily. The reality of what she had done still refused to settle in her mind. She had allowed herself to be intimate with him. She had wanted him badly. Moaned his name so loud. And the part that shocked her the most… was how deeply she had enjoyed every bit of it.She lay there, bare under the bedspread, still sharing the same bed with him. The room was quiet, but her heart was beating loudly in her chest. Her skin tingled as if the memory of his touch was still there, refusing to fade. She tried to tell herself to relax, but her body remained tense and restless.Miguel shifted closer, tightening h
Miguel let go of her mouth, trailing wet kisses along her collarbone and her neck. She threw her head backwards, her breath quickening as he sucked on her neck, his tongue licking over the sensitive spot.He claimed her lips once more, his hands tracing a slow, burning path down her back, over the curve of her hip, until his fingers came to rest high on her thigh. A shiver raced through her at his touch. A soft moan escaped her, swallowed by his mouth. The sound seemed to ignite him; his kisses deepened, growing more urgent, and a slow, warm ache began to stir inside her.Then, his hand moved further into her dress, his fingers finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before brushing against the damp fabric of her lace panties. It was clear she was turned on, and the realization made her cheeks grow warm.How could he unravel her so completely, so quickly? A sharp, involuntary gasp tore from her lips as his fingers traced a deliberate circle over her panties.In response, she fe
Alessia reached for the doorknob, but before she could turn it, Klein’s hand gripped her wrist tightly."Where do you think you’re going? It’s almost nine," his voice came out low but firm.Alessia turned to face him, her eyes cold. "Why? Am I not allowed to go out now?" she asked sharply, pulling her wrist from his hold. "I quit my job at the hospital because you asked me to, and now I can’t even step outside because you’re my husband?"Her tone was calm but biting. Klein blinked, his expression tightening. "Don’t twist things, Alessia. I didn’t say you can’t go out...""But that’s exactly what you’re saying right now, isn’t it obvious?" she cut in. "You control everything. My work, my life… what’s next?"Klein exhaled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You’re not leaving this house, and that’s final,"Her lips curved faintly. "And what makes you think you can stop me... Or, how do you plan to stop me? I'm curious."He didn’t answer immediately. He was looking for an e
As Alessia walked out of the company's building, she felt light, something inside her fluttering in ways she didn’t expect. She knew what she had done could be called wrong; any married woman would hide her face in shame. Yet… why did it feel good? Why did she feel as if she had finally taken control of something?She stopped by the roadside, looking at her reflection in the dark car window. There was a small, playful smile on her lips. It wasn’t guilt, it was relief."Maybe I’m not that kind of loyal woman I thought I was?" she chuckled, brushing her hair aside.Not wanting to think anymore, she got into the car and drove home.When she entered the quiet house, everything seemed normal as it always had.She walked straight to her room, opened the drawer, and then dropped her bag on the bed, opened it, and pulled out the divorce paper she had been carrying around for hours now. She looked at it for a few seconds, then sighed and placed it inside the drawer."That’s for him," she mut







