TRESPASS

EPISODE 3: TRESPASS

I waited for Logan to return before going to sleep.

Gena had taken our son away to care for him, leaving me alone to perform my duties as a wife.

When Logan finally arrived, his mood was dark. I tried to stay invisible, hoping to avoid being targeted once again. But hope had no place in this house.

He grabbed me from behind.

Before I could react, my clothes were torn apart under his strength. I froze—unable to scream, unable to fight—while my husband took what he believed was his right.

Once, intimacy was something I looked forward to in marriage.

Now, it was nothing more than obligation.

A duty.

He was rough, careless, lost in his own need. I endured it in silence until my body gave in from exhaustion.

Then his phone rang.

He didn’t notice.

I reached for it, desperate for distraction—anything to pull me away from the moment. The name on the screen made my heart stop.

Milly Beresford.

His ex-girlfriend.

The woman he once loved. The one he swore was long forgotten.

A message followed.

I miss you, baby. I want you tonight.

My hands trembled as I placed the phone back where it was.

So my fear had a name now.

When Logan finished, he walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened. I lay there, empty and broken, my body aching from what he had forced on me.

Moments later, he returned, picked up his phone, and saw the missed call. He dialed her number immediately.

No answer.

Angry, he stormed out of the room.

I said nothing.

But deep inside, I knew—

Milly Beresford was no longer his past.

She was his present.

The next morning, I prepared my son for school. After collecting his lunch bag from Gena, I walked him to the school bus parked outside. I waved until it disappeared from sight.

That was when Logan called me over.

He ordered me to go to Christopher’s house to retrieve some important documents. He warned me to return on time.

I obeyed.

After changing my clothes, I took a cab. The drive lasted almost an hour, but I arrived exactly when I was supposed to.

“Hello, Alice,” Christopher greeted warmly as he opened the door.

“My husband asked me to collect some documents,” I said, standing awkwardly at the entrance.

“I know,” he replied with a small smile.

“You don’t expect me to hand them over at the door, do you?”

I hesitated, then stepped inside.

He offered me a seat and a drink. I accepted, though uneasily. He brought the documents—but insisted I finish the drink first.

“How are things?” he asked.

“Fine,” I lied.

He studied me carefully.

“Alice… can I ask you something?”

The room felt heavier.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“It’s about Logan,” he said quietly.

“I know you’re not happy.”

I laughed nervously. “That’s not true. I love my husband.”

Christopher laughed—but there was no humor in it.

“Then why does he hurt you?”

Before I could react, he caught my wrist and pulled me closer, exposing the scars on my back.

“He did this, didn’t he?”

I pulled away, shaken.

“All men are the same,” I snapped, reaching for the door.

He stopped me—his hand pressing me back against it, right against my injured back. Pain shot through me.

“Why do you lie?” he asked softly.

“I’m not lying,” I whispered, lifting my face to meet his eyes.

“Are all men really the same, Alice?”

His closeness unsettled me. My body reacted before my mind could stop it.

“You feel this too,” he murmured.

“I’m your best friend’s wife,” I reminded him, shaking.

“This is trespassing.”

But my words came too late.

“I’ve always loved you,” he confessed.

“I loved you first. Logan took you from me.”

His arms wrapped around me—tight, desperate.

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you,” he said.

“I’m sorry I watched him break you.”

The line between right and wrong blurred.

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty.

And I let myself feel.

QUESTION OF THE DAY

Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away?

Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything?

READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?