LOGINFor three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby… an accident that wasn’t even my fault. I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked. Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I’m still married… and I still love Richard with all my heart. Then came the business trip that shattered everything. In a single night, I discovered Richard’s secret—he’s been cheating on me all along. Rage and years of pent-up hunger collided. That night, I finally unleashed. But after the trip what becomes of me, my husband and my boss, even his lover.
View MoreWe sat in silence in the tub, her back pressed against my chest, my left hand resting on her waist. Too many thoughts crashed through my mind. Why would Peyton train in the rain? Even if she was hurting, I was hurting more. I had to do everything to make sure she was okay—and she didn’t even seem to care how I was surviving.We had both lost Mia, yet it felt like she didn’t care how I was coping, didn’t care about my feelings at all.“Hun, are you okay?” She turned to face me.I tightened my grip on her waist. “Yes, baby. All I know is that I love you. You’re the only one I have left in this world.”“Shhh, I’m here now. Peyton’s back,” she whispered, then kissed me—light at first, gentle. Her arms slid around my neck as the kiss deepened, her tongue finding mine. I moaned softly. Her right hand drifted down to my cock; she wrapped her fingers around me and began to stroke, never breaking eye contact.“Ahh, Peyton…” I breathed.She kissed my neck, my cheek, then found my nipples, sucki
I stepped out of the bedroom into the living room. The house was pitch dark except for the moonlight pouring through the glass windows, bright and silver, falling straight across the sofa where Payton lay curled up.I smiled softly and walked over, then crouched in front of her. My fingers brushed her cheek—soft, warm—and I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby… for everything.”Her lashes fluttered. Slowly her eyes opened and found mine.“Richard?” Her voice was sleepy, surprised. “You’re here. I’m so sorry—I would’ve come upstairs. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”She pushed herself up to sit properly. I stayed on my knees, looking up at her.“I love you so much, Payton.”“I love you too, Richard.” Her hands cradled my face. “And I’m so sorry about earlier. Really sorry.” She leaned in and kissed me gently. “I don’t know what came over me. It was just… the idea of another baby so soon. I kept thinking Mia would be angry—that we hadn’t given her enough time.”I took her hands, pressing th
Months had passed, and it felt like Payton was finally beginning to heal. I was relieved, yet every time I thought of Mia—our baby—the guilt still clawed at me. I had to stay strong for both of us.That Monday morning, I was in the living room on a business call with investors.“Mr. Pascal, I’m truly sorry I had to send my assistant. Trust me, he’s the best we have right now. My wife and I are still recovering from the loss of our child.“but we’d really like you to be part of this project.” Pascal insisted “I know my sincere apologies—this is only temporary.”“Alright, I’ll speak to the others on your behalf,” he replied.“Thank you, Mr. Pascal. Take care.”I hung up, exhaling heavily. The stress was crushing me—endless calls, meetings, and pressure—but I refused to leave Payton’s side.I headed toward the bathroom and smiled the moment I saw her. She was soaking in the tub, taking her morning bath. Without a second thought, I stripped out of my pajamas and peeked through the door.
Three years agoRichard’s POVAfter the incident.I’d just brought Payton home from the hospital. She was shattered—completely broken—when the doctor told her our baby hadn’t made it. So was I. But one of us had to stay strong, so I buried my grief deep and focused on her.I guided her gently into our bedroom. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. I eased her onto the bed and sat beside her, brushing damp hair from her face.“Babe… please stop crying,” I whispered.“Mia is gone,” she said, voice cracking. “My Mia…”“I know.” My throat tightened. “But you’re still here. We’re still here. We can… we can try again. We can make more—”“Don’t say that, Richard.” Her eyes flashed with sudden anger. “She was too precious for you to replace her like that.”The words stung because she was right. I hadn’t meant it that way, but it came out wrong. I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms. She clung to me, sobs shaking her whole body. I held her tighter, breathing slowly through my o
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