LOGINThe days after David’s visit felt lighter. Alexander made sure extra security was around the estate, but he never made me feel trapped. Instead, he gave me space while staying close. Our romance grew stronger with every shared meal, every quiet conversation, and every kiss.One afternoon, we sat in the garden again. The flowers were in full bloom, and a gentle breeze carried their sweet scent. I wore a light summer dress that fluttered around my knees. Alexander looked handsome in a simple shirt, his wheelchair positioned so he could easily reach my hand.“You’ve been quiet today,” he said, squeezing my fingers. “Still thinking about him?”“A little,” I admitted. “But mostly I’m thinking about us. How different this feels from my past. With David, everything was rushed promises and pressure. With you, it’s... gentle. Real.”He smiled warmly. “That’s all I want. To show you that love doesn’t have to hurt.” He pulled me closer until I sat on his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist. “Y
I woke up early the next morning with a heavy feeling in my chest. David’s messages kept echoing in my head. This isn’t over. I couldn’t keep hiding it from Alexander anymore. He deserved to know. Our budding romance was too important to let secrets creep in.I found him in the dining room, sipping coffee and looking over some papers. Sunlight streamed through the windows, making the room feel warm and safe. But my nerves were jumping.“Alexander,” I said softly as I sat down. “I need to tell you something.”He put his papers aside right away and gave me his full attention. “What is it, Vivian? You look worried.”I took a deep breath and told him everything. The first message. The email. The latest one saying he knew where I was. My voice shook a little as I spoke. “I blocked him, but he keeps finding ways. It brings back all the pain—the pregnancies I lost, the way he chose Charlotte. I thought I was done with that chapter.”Alexander’s face hardened. His hands clenched around his co
I stared at my phone screen until the words blurred. David’s message sat there like a dark cloud in an otherwise bright day. Vivian, it’s David. I need to talk to you. Please. I made a huge mistake. My stomach twisted. How did he get my new number? I deleted the message quickly, but it was too late. The words had already dug into my mind.I paced my bedroom, the yellow sundress from earlier now feeling too cheerful for how I felt. Last night’s warmth with Alexander—the kisses, the gentle touches, the honest talks—felt so fresh. I didn’t want David’s ghost ruining it. I sat on the edge of my bed and hugged a pillow tight. Memories flooded back. The four pregnancies I had ended because he promised a better future. The cold way his family had pushed me out. The divorce papers I signed in tears.“Why now?” I whispered. “Why after I’m finally starting to heal?”Morning light filled the room. I forced myself to get dressed in a simple blouse and jeans. Downstairs, the smell of breakfast gre
I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. My body still felt warm from last night’s memories. The kiss. Alexander’s hands on my waist. The hardness I had seen pressing against his pants. I touched my lips, which still tingled a little. My cheeks heated up again. I had wanted more. So much more. But stopping had been the right thing. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.I got out of bed and took a long shower. The warm water helped calm my racing thoughts. “You’re not ready yet, Vivian,” I whispered as I washed. David’s broken promises still lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn’t let myself fall too fast, even if Alexander made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Safe. Desired. Seen.After drying off, I chose a simple yellow sundress. It was bright and made me feel more confident. I brushed my hair until it shone and headed downstairs. The house was quiet, but I could smell coffee and fresh toast coming from the dining area.Alexander was already there,
I sat on the sofa with my hand still in Alexander’s, the movie credits rolling across the big screen. The romantic film had left a warm glow inside me. The couple’s story was so tender. They had started as strangers, shared quiet walks in the rain, laughed over burnt dinners, and slowly opened their hearts. Their love felt real—full of gentle touches, whispered promises, and that deep passion that built slowly until it overflowed. In the intimate scene, their bodies moved together with care and desire, eyes locked, breathing heavy, as if the whole world had disappeared. It stirred something in me I hadn’t felt in a long time. My skin felt flushed. A low heat pooled in my belly.I turned to Alexander, wanting to say something about the movie. “That was really beautiful, the way they—”My words stopped. My eyes drifted down for a second and I noticed the clear bulge in his pants. His cock had risen, pressing against the fabric. My breath caught. The movie had affected him too. Heat rush
I tossed and turned in my big bed, the soft sheets tangling around my legs. Sleep would not come no matter how hard I tried. Every time I closed my eyes, the mall scene played again in my head. Marcus’s sleazy smile. His words about my crop top. The sharp sound of my slap. Then Thomas’s strong hand stopping him. And Alexander’s angry face in the wheelchair.“Why did I go out alone?” I whispered to the dark room. My heart felt heavy with mixed feelings—anger at Marcus, frustration with Alexander, and a strange warmth because he had shown up. I sat up and rubbed my face. The clock on the nightstand showed it was past midnight.I needed air. Fresh air to clear my racing thoughts. I slipped on my light robe over my nightdress and quietly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dimly lit. My bare feet made soft sounds on the cool floor as I headed toward the balcony at the end of the wing.The night breeze greeted me as I stepped outside. It felt cool and soothing on my skin. I leaned on







