Chapter - 4

I peered down and was shocked by the obscenity unfolding between the two. Under the cold moonlight filtering through the window, I saw a sight I never expected. A naked man was on top of Ana. His broad back showed hard muscles rippling with every violent thrust. Despite the darkness, I knew every line of that body all too well.

"Ughh... Henry... more... ohhh..." Ana moaned, sounding crazed and hoarse.

My breath hitched. I didn't know why my chest suddenly tightened, as if thousands of needles were piercing my heart.

"Fck, Ana... fck," Henry’s voice groaned, confirming without a doubt that it was indeed him. "Stay right there... don't you dare move..." he added.

Every rise and fall of Henry’s body felt like a punishment to me. The ferocity of his every movement caused a loud slapping sound of skin against skin, a rhythm that synced with the frantic beating of my heart. I gripped the side of the bed, my hands trembling.

"Ahhhh! Henry! More... ahhh!" Ana screamed, seemingly uncaring if she woke the entire mansion. The maid’s fingers dug into Henry’s back, pulling him down to deepen every thrust of his possession.

"You want more? Take it, you b*tch!" Henry cursed, followed by faster and deeper lunges. His growls were like those of an animal, releasing all the rage and tension built up in his body.

I covered my mouth. My tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Why was it like this? Why was I hurting? I shouldn't have cared because Henry was my husband’s son. But seeing the man who had nearly taken my dignity earlier now on top of another woman caused me an inexplicable pain.

I felt my throat tighten. Every "Henry" that Ana gasped out felt like a slap to my face.

"F*ck... I'm going to... ughhh!" Henry’s final grunt came before his body tensed violently.

I withdrew my gaze and lay back down. With every breath of Henry’s that I heard from below, my sanity seemed to slowly crumble. A jealousy I should not be feeling had finally taken root—a forbidden emotion far more dangerous than Henry’s wrath. 

I turned to my side and hugged my pillow tightly, struggling to stifle my sobs. On the other hand, I heard Henry’s low whisper to Ana—a whisper not meant for me, yet it was the very thing that made my night grow even darker.

Before long, the luxurious double-deck bed began to sway. The wide wood groaned with every heavy movement from below. I heard the clinking of belt buckles and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Then, the silence was completely shattered by a deep, baritone grunt.

I quickly pulled the blanket over myself and clutched my pillow. I buried my face in it, trying to deafen myself. But my imagination was a traitor. I could clearly see in my mind Henry's hard muscles rippling, the sweat dripping down his chest, and the ferocity of his every move.

In the midst of being caught between my blanket and pillow, a strange sensation began to crawl deep within me. A warm current starts from my groin and spreads throughout my entire body. It was a mixture of intense jealousy and a feeling I had never experienced before in my life, an overwhelming lust I couldn't bring myself to admit.