LOGINWhen I got home. I knew something was wrong the moment I opened the front door. Ryan was sitting in the living room. He wasn’t watching television. He wasn’t using his phone. He was simply sitting there, waiting. His eyes moved from my face to my workout clothes. “Didn't you get my text? Where were you?” I closed the door behind me. “I went out.” His eyebrows lifted. “Out?” “Yes.” “That’s your answer?” I dropped my bag beside the couch. “What answer were you expecting?” He stood slowly. “You left the house without telling me.” “I didn’t realize I needed permission.” “I didn’t say you needed permission.” He bounced back. “You didn’t have to.” Ryan stared at me. “You joined a gym.” I looked at him. “Yes.” “When?” “Today.” “And you couldn’t tell me?” I laughed softly. “Why would I?” His face hardened. “Because you’re my wife.” I looked at him for a moment. “Are you sure you still remember that?” Silence filled the room. Ryan looked away first. I
When I got to the fitness center I stood outside and stared at the glass doors. For a moment I almost turned around. People were moving inside. Some were lifting weights. Others were running on treadmills. Everyone looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I looked down at myself. Then I remembered Ryan’s words and how he refused to tell me the truth. I was determined to lose this weight. “He must beg me to come back.” I whispered. My chest tightened. But this time I didn’t let the words stop me. I took a deep breath. “I’m doing this for me,” I whispered again. Then I pushed the door open. The receptionist looked up. “Good morning.” “Good morning.” I smiled nervously. “I’m here to sign up.” She handed me a form. “First time here?” “Yes.” “Great. Just fill this out.” I took the clipboard and sat down. My hands were still shaking slightly. I wrote my name, phone number, and other details. When I reached the section asking about my goals, I paused. Weight loss. I w
I stared at the wedding ring on the nightstand long after Ryan left the bedroom. A strange calm settled over me. I thought I would cry. I thought I would run after him and beg him to come back. But I didn’t. I was tired. Tired of explaining myself. Tired of feeling like I had to prove that I was worth loving. Tired of hearing comments about my body and pretending they didn’t hurt. If Ryan wanted this marriage to fall apart, then let it. I picked up my phone and looked at his name. I didn’t call him. I didn’t text him. For once, I didn’t care where he was sleeping. I opened my chat with Marcus instead. It was late. He was probably still at the hospital with Sophia. I didn’t want to disturb him with a call, so I typed a short message. “Where is the fitness center you went to apply?” I stared at it for a moment before sending it. Then I switched off my phone. I wasn’t waiting for his reply. Tomorrow, I am going to start again. I was going to lose weight. Not because Ryan called me
My phone was still vibrating in my hand. Jake calling… I stared at the name until the screen nearly went dark. Then the bedroom door opened. I quickly ended the call. Ryan stepped inside. His eyes went straight to my phone. “Who was calling?” I swallowed. “Jake.” Ryan stopped. “Jake?” “Yes.” “At this hour?” I looked down at the phone. “I don’t know why he called.” Ryan gave a short laugh without humor. “Then why didn’t you answer?” I had no answer. Because I knew Jake. He only called me for a reason. And it was to sleep with me. After everything that had happened between us before, I didn’t want Ryan hearing whatever Jake had to say. “I didn’t feel like talking to him,” I finally said. Ryan stared at me. “You were staring at the phone like your life depended on it.” “I was surprised.” “Sure.” He walked toward the bed and picked up his pillow. I frowned. “You’re leaving again?” “Yes.” “Why?” He looked at me. “Because I’m tired.” “You’ve been saying that all night and y
I stared at Marcus’s message for several seconds. Marcus: Bella, sorry I missed your call. My wife had an accident. My heart dropped. I quickly typed a reply. ‘What happened? Is she okay?’ I watched the screen. Nothing. I sent another message. ‘Marcus, please answer me.’ Still nothing. I stood from the bed and paced around the room. My own problems disappeared from my mind. All I could think about was how Marcus would be feeling right now. If I had known I would have visited. A few minutes later my phone buzzed. I grabbed it. Marcus: She was hit by a truck. She’s in the hospital. I covered my mouth. “Oh my God.” I sat back down. My fingers moved quickly. ‘Is she alive?’ The reply came after a few seconds. ‘Yes. She’s alive. But she’s unconscious.’ I closed my eyes. I didn’t know Sophia too much, but I couldn’t stop imagining her lying in a hospital bed. I wanted to call Marcus. Then I remembered Ryan was downstairs. I hesitated for only a moment before pressing the call b
Ryan stared at the picture on my phone. For a few seconds he said nothing. I watched his face, waiting for anger, shock, or even an explanation. Nothing came. He simply looked at the screen and then at his shirt. The red lipstick was still there. My heart sank. “Say something,” I whispered. Ryan rubbed his tired face. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” I stared at him. “You don’t know?” “No.” “You came home at half past midnight with lipstick on your collar after disappearing for hours, and you don’t know what to say?” He looked at me. “I was asleep at the office.” “And your secretary was there?” “I don’t know.” I laughed bitterly. “You don’t know anything.” He didn’t answer. That made me even angrier. I stepped closer and held the phone in front of him. “Look at her. Look at yourself. Do you expect me to believe nothing happened?” Ryan looked at the picture again. Then he handed the phone back to me. “Believe whatever you want.” I froze. “What?” He walked past me
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst. Marcus was still buried deep inside me, both of us breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Sweat covered our skin. I felt him twitch one last time before the sound hit me. The garage door. Ryan was home. “Shit,” I whispered, pushing at Marcus
Marcus pushed forward, and I felt the thick head of his cock slide into me. Slow at first, stretching me open. I gasped, gripping the edge of the workout bench tighter. God, he was big. Bigger than Ryan had ever felt, even in the early days. “Fuck, Bella,” he groaned behind me, voice rough and lo
Ryan was already dressed for the office when Marcus knocked on the door. I had on my usual black leggings and a loose tank top, the kind that hid most of my belly but still clung when I started sweating. My heart beat faster than normal. This was only our fourth session, but something felt differen
The second session came faster than I expected. Marcus texted the night before to confirm, and I found myself checking the clock every ten minutes that morning. Ryan had already left for work, which made things feel a little lighter. No eyes judging every move.Marcus showed up right on time, weari







