LOGINSELENA My stomach dropped so hard I felt lightheaded. The muted video kept looping on Kael’s phone, my back arched, Rachel’s head between my thighs, his hand resting on the hospital bed like he owned the entire scene. The text underneath sat there like a loaded gun.Unknown: Dinner with Mommy and Daddy looks cozy. Should I send the full version to Clara next? Or Liam? Your choice. Reply fast.I stared at it until the screen blurred. My mouth went dry.“When did this come in?” I whispered.Kael’s voice stayed low and controlled. “Just now.”Clara’s footsteps approached from the kitchen. I snatched the phone from his hand and locked the screen so fast my fingers slipped. She walked back in carrying a glass of water, eyes moving between us with that sharp, assessing look she always got when she sensed something was off.“What’s going on?” she asked. “You both look like someone died.”“Nothing,” I said too quickly. “Just… a message from Liam.”She raised an eyebrow. “At this hour? What
SELENA The bag slipped off my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud. Neither of them moved at first. My mother sat frozen with her fork halfway to her mouth. Kael just looked at me, calm, steady, like he’d been expecting this exact moment.Clara recovered first. She set the fork down carefully and stood up, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Selena. Honey. What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the house with Liam.”“I left,” I said. My voice came out flat. Tired. “I couldn’t stay there anymore.”Kael still hadn’t spoken. He leaned back slightly in his chair, wine glass in hand, watching me over the rim. That same controlled look he always wore when things were about to get complicated.Clara walked around the table toward me, her heels clicking too loudly on the floor. “Left? What do you mean left? Did you two fight again? I told you both to stop being dramatic and work things out. You’re married, for God’s sake.”I laughed once under my breath. It soun
SELENA Two days later, the guest room downstairs still smelled like dust and the faint detergent from the sheets I hadn’t bothered to change. I woke up on my side, staring at the blank wall, the same way I’d stared at it the night before and the night before that. My body felt heavy. Not from alcohol this time. Just from existing.I’d given Liam the upstairs bedroom. The matrimonial one. I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in that bed again, the same bed where Kael had first stretched me open, the same bed where I’d let Liam fuck me while I was still full of his father's cum. Down here felt safer. Emptier. Like I could pretend the rest of the house didn’t exist.A soft knock came at the door.I didn’t answer.The door creaked open a few inches anyway. Liam’s face appeared in the gap, hair messy, eyes cautious. He looked like a man who knew he wasn’t welcome but kept showing up anyway. I hated that look. I hated that part of me still hadn’t walked out completely.“Breakfast is
RACHEL Selena’s eyes were locked on mine like she could force the answer out of me by sheer will. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles had gone white. That panicked little tremor in her voice when she asked who still hung in the air between us.I didn’t answer right away. I just watched her. The way her chest rose and fell too fast under that loose sweater. The faint flush still clinging to her neck. God, she looked wrecked. And somehow still so fucking pretty it made my stomach tighten.“I’m not telling you,” I said finally, voice even. “I can’t.”Her face twisted. “What do you mean you can’t? Rachel, you just admitted you recorded everything. You can’t sit there and—”“I can,” I cut in, soft but firm. “And I will. Because the person who paid me already wired the money. A lot of money. More than I make in three years at that hospital. Enough that I don’t have to stay in this city another week if I don’t want to.”Selena stared at me like I’d slapped her
The iced Americano nearly slipped from my fingers. Rachel. Standing right there in the middle of this random cafeteria like some ghost I couldn’t shake.My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might actually be sick. The hangover still clung to me, fuzzy and heavy, but the panic cut through it sharp and fast. I took a stumbling step back, the chair behind me scraping loud against the pavement. A couple at the next table glanced over, but I barely registered them. All I could focus on was her face, the same face that had been between my legs while I fell apart like I had no control left.“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. My heart slammed against my ribs, loud and frantic. The world tilted for a second, the bright afternoon light stabbing at my eyes. “You can’t be here. This isn’t happening right now.”Rachel’s expression changed fast, surprise melting into something softer, gentler, but that familiar hungry look still flickered in her eyes. She set her mimosa down on the nearest emp
SELENA The ceiling fan spun lazily above me, blades cutting slow circles through the stale air of our bedroom. My bedroom. The one that used to feel like home before it became a museum of bad decisions. My head throbbed like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. Slight drunkenness still clung to me, that fuzzy, heavy feeling where everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila.I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist. The red dress from last night was gone. I was in one of Liam’s old t-shirts, the fabric soft and familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. How the hell had I ended up back here? Memories flickered in messy fragments; storming out barefoot, the bar, shot after shot burning down my throat, the angry text to that unknown number, then… Liam.Fuck.The sex hit me like a slap. The kind that leaves you sick with yourself. I remembered pushing him onto the couch, riding him like I
My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Kael: Wear something pretty tonight. My fingers tightened around my phone, the edges biting into my palm as if that could ground me back into sense. Tonight? Tonight?! We were in the same house. Same damn house. No.
Oh my God! "Cancelled." I muttered as I didn't move for a few seconds. My body refused to catch up with reality. And my brain was still trying to convince itself that what happened… actually happened. My fingers curled into the bedsheet slowly as I sat up, my breathing uneven. I glanced in p
I suddenly felt the blunt weight of his huge cock against my entrance and I bit my lip trying to hold back the urge to beg him to slip inside me. "I'm going to ruin this fucking pretty pussy for Liam." I waited with bated breath as he began to push inside me, slowly. I gasped for air as I felt t
“No… we’re not done,” I whispered as I got up from the bed. His gaze immediately dropped down to my breasts dangling out of my top. "Damn it, Selena." He growled. "You're Liam's wife." "I don't care." I shivered a bit at the look in his eyes. My inner thighs were still slick. God, I wanted him







