Chapter 17- THE VIDEO AND CONSEQUENCES

I pushed hard against Jake’s chest, my heart hammering. “Let me go!”

He didn’t move. His body blocked the door completely. Panic rose in my throat. I slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the small restroom.

“Get out of my way!” I hissed.

I turned toward the door, hand reaching for the lock. I just needed to get out. Back to Ryan and tell him everything.

Jake’s voice stopped me cold.

“I know what you’ve been doing with your trainer, Marcus.”

My hand froze on the doorknob. The air left my lungs. I turned around slowly, staring at him.

“What… what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound confused. “What kind of false allegations are you making?”

Jake smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “You don’t have to pretend, Bella. I saw everything.”

My knees felt weak. I leaned against the wall for support. “You’re lying. I don’t know what you think you saw, but you’re wrong.”

He just looked at me, calm and sure. The music from the wedding reception felt far away now. It was just the two of us in this tiny room, and he had all the power.

Jake didn’t say anything more at first. He simply reached into his tuxedo jacket and pulled out his phone. His fingers moved across the screen for a moment, then he turned the phone toward me.

“Watch,” he said quietly.

My face went pale as the video started playing. The footage was shaky but clear enough. It showed the inside of Marcus’s living room. I was bent over the workout bench, my leggings pulled down. Marcus was behind me, thrusting hard. The sound of skin slapping and my moans filled the small restroom.

I froze completely. My mouth opened, but no words came out at first.

“So what?” I finally whispered, voice trembling. “What do you want?”

Jake kept the video playing. In the footage, Marcus gripped my wide hips tightly, praising my curves as he took me from behind. The angle was from outside the window, Jake had clearly climbed the fence and recorded secretly that day.

“I was driving by the area,” Jake explained calmly. “Saw your car parked at some guy’s house. Thought you were cheating on Ryan and wanted to confirm. I jumped the fence, looked through the window… and got more than I expected.”

My hands started shaking. I couldn’t look away from the phone. The video continued, my own voice moaning Marcus’s name, my thick body moving with each thrust. The evidence was undeniable.

Jake lowered the phone but didn’t put it away. “I have the full video. And a few photos too. Now… what are we going to do about this, Bella?”

I felt like the floor had been pulled out from under me. My legs trembled. The video kept playing in my mind even after he stopped showing it. How could this be happening? Jake, the same man who had tried to force himself on me, now held the one thing that could destroy my entire life. And he was married to my husband's sister.

“Please delete it,” I whispered, voice breaking. “You can’t show that to anyone. Ryan… my followers… my career…”

Jake stepped closer. “I don’t want to hurt you, Bella. I just want what we almost had that night. A little time alone. That’s all.”

Tears filled my eyes. I was trapped. The wedding music still played faintly outside. Ryan was somewhere out there, completely unaware. And here I was, locked in a bathroom with a man who had proof of my biggest secret.

My mind raced. What was I supposed to do now?

Jake came closer, his breath hot against my ear. “We don’t have much time,” he whispered. “Make your decision now.”

I looked away, speechless and weak. No words came. My body felt heavy, like I was moving through water. I couldn’t think straight.

He took my silence as a yes. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands moved quickly. He pulled the front of my dress down, freeing my heavy breasts. They spilled out, soft and full. He didn’t hesitate. He cupped them roughly, squeezing the warm flesh, then lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, moaning quietly like he had been waiting for this.

I stood there frozen. I didn’t push him away. I didn’t stop him. Tears kept falling, but my arms stayed at my sides. The fear of that video getting out kept me still.

He switched to the other breast, sucking deeper, biting gently. His hands kneaded and squeezed while his mouth worked. Then he moved up, kissing and sucking on my neck, leaving wet marks.

I finally found my voice, weak and shaky.

“Jake… stop. Please. This is wrong.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, lips shiny, breathing fast. His hand stayed on my breast, thumb brushing over my wet nipple.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” he whispered.

His other hand started sliding down my thigh, moving under my dress. Outside, laughter and music from the reception drifted faintly through the door.