Payback on His Twin Bed

Yasmeen’s POV

Ughhh!!!

Yes… I love it.

Go deeper…

Fuck! ouch!

Rip my pussy….

I heard every word clean and clear.

*

I stood frozen in the dark corner of the private dining room Liam my Brother in law had chosen, my hand still resting on the doorframe.... I haven't fully stepped inside.

When I heard uncontrollable moans.....

The Tv screen glowed in front of him, the video was playing without sound at first—until he turned the volume up just enough for me to hear her voice.

My cousin’s voice.

Elsa’s voice. Moaning for my husband.

I watched the way Lucas’s body moved. The man I had called perfect. I watch how he thrust deeper….

The man whose face I put on every brochure, every podcast thumbnail, every marriage-seminar poster across California.

My blameless husband was not just cheating on me.

He was cheating on his own twin brother.

“No. No!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it.

I spun toward Liam, who sat perfectly still in the chair, the light from the screen painting his face in cold blue.

“This is AI. Or maybe something edited. Tell me it’s edited. Tell me it’s a joke.”

My voice cracked on the last word.

I was already crying….. ugly, desperate tears that made my vision swim.

I begged him with my eyes, with my shaking hands, with every broken piece of the life I thought I had.

But it was real.

On the screen Elsa was on all fours, taking him. Taking every inch of the man who had not touched me for almost a year.

No wonder Lucas had started calling me boring on bed.

No wonder he came home late smelling of hotel soaps, female perfumes… making several excuses.

He had been giving her everything I had begged for—every position, every room, every bed that belonged to us.

Liam had known.

it was obvious....

He knew for a long time because he wasn’t emotional and surprise the way I was….

I crossed the space between us in three strides and grabbed his collar with both hands, hauling him halfway out of the chair.

“Why?” I screamed….

“Why did you keep this from me?

How long?

How long have you known my husband wasn’t the perfect man I sold to the entire world?”

He didn’t fight me. His hands came up slowly, gently, trying to ease my grip without forcing it. “Yasmeen… calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I shook him…

“You sat on this. You let me walk around smiling, posting pictures of our perfect marriage, counseling other women while my husband and your wife—” My throat closed. I couldn’t finish it… because she was my cousin too…

He stood up fully….

And try to pull my hand away but I grab his collar tighter…

His voice stayed low, careful, the way people speak to someone who is already breaking.

“I found out months ago. I tried to handle it quietly. I thought… I thought maybe it would end.

It didn’t.

And this morning I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. I want you to see for yourself the reason...I'm divorcing your cousin....

That’s why I invited you for this dinner….. I needed you to see it with your own eyes before I try something I couldn’t take back.”

The room tilted.

*

I remembered leaving the house earlier, kissing Lucas on the cheek, smiling at Elsa, telling them I would be back in a few minutes.

Not knowing I left my cheating husband with my cheating cousin… home alone.

My heart did not just break. It shattered into pieces too sharp to hold.

I was a marriage counselor.

A therapist.

The woman who stood on stages and told couples that commitment was possible, that loyalty still existed.

I used my own marriage as proof.

Women whispered that they wished their husbands were more like Lucas.

Men asked how he stayed so devoted.

I had built my entire public life on a proof that we were the example.

Divorce was not an option.

Never.

My face was on billboards.

My voice was on morning shows.

My books sat on nightstands across the state.

If I filed papers, the scandal would be louder than any advice I had ever given.

The headlines would write themselves: California’s Perfect Marriage Counselor Failed at Her Own Marriage.

They would say I must have been cold.

Distant. Not enough in bed.

They would decide I drove him into my cousin’s arms.

I let go of Liam’s collar as if the fabric had burned me.

My hands dropped to my sides. Catarrh ran freely down my nose along with my tears; I didn’t care. I stood there shaking, ruined, while Lucas’s voice still floated faintly. He was moaning and groaning like an animal.

“Lucas has killed me,” I whispered. “He has wrecked me.”

No! You are lying…. You just want to hurt my cousin.... What did Elsa ever do to you..... I yelled and raise my hand to slap Liam….

Liam’s expression finally cracked, he held my hand and drop it down. “You need one last piece of proof? Fine. Stop trying to protect the perfect family you sold to everyone.

Your husband and cousin is a cheat.” He yelled it to my face.

“Go home. See it for yourself.”

I pushed him on the chest and I turned and walk out…

Rain met me the moment I stepped outside, as if the sky itself had decided to hate me too.

It fell in heavy sheets, cold and relentless.

I slid into my car with shaking hands and drove.

My Tears made the road blurry

….

Even My chest hurt so bad….

I kept pressing a palm against it, as if I could hold the broken pieces in place by force.

*****

As I drive back home the rain was heavier…..

I lost control of the wheel for a single second. The car lurched and slammed into the iron gate of our villa.

My forehead cracked hard against the steering wheel. Pain exploded behind my eyes.

Warm blood trickled down the side of my face, mixing with rainwater and tears.

I didn’t care.

I shoved the door open and ran through the downpour, spare key already in my hand.

The mansion was quiet when I stepped inside—too quiet. I didn’t call out.

I didn’t even wipe the blood from my face. I went straight to the small security room off the hallway, the one Lucas insisted we keep in case thief barge in….

My fingers trembled badly I almost couldn’t type the code. The monitors flickered to life.

And that was when my heart finished shattering.

On the screen of our own bedroom camera, Lucas stood in the middle of the room we shared.

Elsa was on her knees in front of my husband . He had one hand buried in her hair, guiding her mouth as she take his Cock… And she was Sucking him as if he was her popsicle… while her left hand fingered her pussy….