My Guilt

I didn’t know much about my husband, but I knew he would definitely put a bullet in my head if he found out I kissed his brother!

“Oh my God!” I panicked, pacing around. “Who?”

“Tati.”

“Tati!?” Oh no! Not Tati!

“Nora, I am so dead if Enrico finds out!”

I was so dead.

Someone else knew about me and Derek, and it was the worst person I could think of.

“Calm down, he doesn’t know yet.”

“Yet!” I blurted. “What am I going to do?” I groaned.

“I have a plan,” Nora said, and I listened. “We need to find something to hold against Tati.” Nora told me her plan.

“How do we do that? She doesn’t have any bad public record—except for her abusive ex-fiancé,” I said.

“We’ll start from there—and everyone has a skeleton in their cupboard, including Tati.”

“Okay... let’s just hope that works,” I sighed.

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By nightfall, I was in the bathroom, showering before bed, when I heard Enrico walk in.

“I want that bastard dead by morning, or it’ll be your corpse lying in the cold streets of Chicago!”

I heard him threaten someone on the phone, and I felt threatened too.

It would be my corpse lying in the cold streets of Chicago if Tati told him about Derek and me!

I came out of the bathroom just as he ended the call and exhaled, unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

“How was your meeting?” I asked, like a good wife should.

But Enrico didn’t reply—and I felt so stupid for asking.

I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I was awake, listening to the shower run as Enrico had his bath and came to bed.

I was very aware of his presence on the bed, and flashes of our first night together came to mind.

I would never touch you.

I imagined how he would be in bed as I gradually tucked my hand in between my legs, tentatively brushing my fingers against my most sensitive part.

“Can you stop doing that?”

Enrico whispered suddenly.

“Doing what?” I whispered back and turned to him. He frowned at me.

“Can you stop moaning and squirming?”

I blushed at his words. I didn’t even realize I was moaning.

“Sorry,” I muttered and turned away from him.

In a brief moment, the bed shifted under his weight, and he was directly behind me. I could feel his hot, minty breath on my neck, and when he moved closer, I froze. My heart raced.

His chest brushed against my back, and I could feel how tense he was.

“Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice low and heavy against my ear.

He had said he would never touch me.

But now, this?

What was this?

I nodded slowly.

“Yes,” I whispered.

But instead of touching me, he didn’t move.

He just stayed there—close enough to feel, but far enough to keep the distance he had promised.

My body was trembling—half from nerves, half from confusion.

He let out a breath, sharp and frustrated, and then rolled away from me.

Not a word. Not another glance.

I stared at the ceiling, feeling the sting of rejection more than anything else.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn’t even know why—I just needed a moment away.

When I came back, he was already fast asleep.

With a bruised heart, I left the bedroom, seeking fresh air from all the stuffiness I felt in my cold husband’s presence.

I heard the echoes of hitting sounds as I walked down the hallway downstairs from a room.

I peeped in to see what was causing such sounds, and I saw Derek punching a punching bag.

By this time of the night!?

I stood there watching and admiring.

I was admiring because he was shirtless, and his muscular back glistened with sweat.

Just like my husband, his back was covered in tattoos—but he's was a Chinese dragon.

There was something sexy about watching a hot guy punch a punching bag, but Derek was my brother-in-law—not just a guy I should be peeping on.

“Sofia.”

He called as he stopped punching. I was surprised he said my name—he didn’t even have to look back to know I was standing at the door.

“How did you know I was here?” I whispered as I entered.

He turned to me, giving me a full view of his muscular chest and rigid abdomen.

For Enrico’s age, he sure did have a sexy body like his younger brother.

I guess Giordano men were—and I was caught up between them both!

“I just felt it,” he shrugged, breathing heavily.

I walked slowly and checked out the gym.

I used to go to the gym once in uni to get in shape for a role I was playing. I missed acting—and now, I might never act again because I was married to Enrico.

“Why aren’t you asleep? Did you have a fight with my brother?”

“No,” I answered.

“He fucked you again?”

Derek stated.

“Derek…”

“Fuck!”

He gave the bag a hard punch. I jumped, startled.

“Can’t he keep his goddamn hands off you!? You’re mine! You may be married to him, but you’re mine. Deep down, you know that.”

“Derek, please calm down—someone will hear…”

He cut my words off as he pulled me to his naked chest and kissed me.

It was a possessive kiss—to stake his claim on me.

“Derek, stop.” I pulled away from him and glanced at the door, scared someone was watching.

I was already—

“Do you still love me?” he asked, his sad eyes hovering all over my face.

Did I still love him?

I didn’t know.

I thought about him occasionally and still found him hot, but there was something missing.

“Goodnight,” I whispered, not answering his question, and slowly walked away.

Enrico was still asleep when I returned to the room.

Gradually, I lay on the other side of the bed as guilt washed over me.

I think I am falling for Enrico.

Buzz...

Enrico's phone vibrated. He picked it up, and a voice note played:

> “Enrico, there’s something you need to know about your wife.”

What!?