Mag-log inIan’s pov I spot them before they see me. They’re standing under a streetlamp near the theater, bags at their feet, shoulders leaned slightly toward each other. Eva hands is moving as she talks, her face bright with the kind of happiness that used to feel effortless between us. Anna is quieter, her posture composed, chin lifted, eyes turned toward something I can’t see.They look… beautiful.Not in the simple, flattering way men are supposed to notice women. In the way that makes my chest tighten. In the way that feels dangerous.I pull over and cut the engine. For a second, I just sit there gripping the steering wheel, trying to get my breathing under control. I tell myself this is fine. This is normal. I’m picking up my wife and her sister. Nothing more.The lie tastes bitter.Eva spots me first and waves, bouncing on her toes as she drags Anna toward the car. She opens the front passenger door without hesitation, tossing her bags into the back.“Hey you,” she says brightly, leani
We leave after lunch. Eva drives and sings along, steering the wheel. “Okay,” she says, pulling into the mall parking lot. “Rules for today, we buy one thing we need, one thing we absolutely don’t, and we eat something terrible for us.”I smile. “Those are very specific rules.”“They’re tried and tested.” She grins. “Trust me.”Inside, the mall smells like cinnamon pretzels and perfume. Eva loops her arm through mine as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.The first store is a clothing boutique she loves. She disappears into the racks with a delighted gasp, pulling fabrics from hangers, holding dresses up against herself in the mirror.“What do you think?” she asks, stepping out in a green sweater dress that hugs her perfectly.“It’s perfect,” I say, and I mean it.She tilts her head. “You’re being nice. I want honest.”“I’m being honest.”She beams. “Good. Because you need one too.”Before I can protest, she’s already choosing things for me. A soft knits, a coat in a color
I’m already awake when I hear Eva and Ian upstairs. Their door opens and laughter follows. I lie still in my childhood bed, staring as my chest feels tight, like something heavy is sitting on it.When I come downstairs, Eva is at the counter in one of Mom’s old aprons, her sleeves rolled up, hair twisted into a loose knot. She’s radiant and Ian stands behind her, arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she flips pancakes.“You’re going to burn them,” he says.“They’re fine,” she laughs, leaning back into him.Mom watches from the table with a soft smile, hands wrapped around her mug. Dad’s reading the paper, occasionally chiming in with commentary no one asked for.I take my seat quietly. Eva turns first. “Morning! You should’ve woken me, i would’ve made extra.”“You did,” Ian says easily. “You always do.”Breakfast unfolds as Eva talks about their drive, the terrible playlist Ian insisted on, the roadside diner with the awful coffee. Ian corrects details, teases her,
I knew the second i saw a photo of Eva and Ian in the mall getting things for Christmas, nothing had changed. He’d said it in the hotel room, his voice raw from moaning out my name, his sperm still slick between my thighs. “I’m leaving her.” I’d believed him because I wanted to. I needed to.Because for one reckless weekend I let myself imagine a world where I wasn’t the dirty secret and Eva wasn’t the one who got to keep him.But the invitation came from Mom: Can’t wait to have all our babies under one roof for Thanksgiving! Ian and Eva are driving up Wednesday night. I almost didn’t go. I sat in my apartment with the half packed overnight bag and stared at the black dress still crumpled on the floor from the club, the one he’d peeled off me in the alley. I could still feel his teeth on my neck when I turned my head too fast.But Mom called three times. Dad sent a voice note that he missed his “little artist.” And I was always the good one, wasn’t I? The one who showed up with
I didn’t go home that night.I texted Eva some lie about a client emergency in the city and turned my phone face-down the second the message showed delivered. Then I took Anna’s hand, pulled her into the shower, and washed her slowly, every bruise I’d left on her thighs, every smear of paint on her skin until the water ran cold and she was trembling from my cock thrusting in and out of her.We didn’t talk about what came next. We just dressed up, her in a tiny black dress I’d never seen before, me in the spare shirt I kept in the car and I drove us downtown like a man possessed.The club was underground, a red door in an alley, a bouncer who knew my face from too many nights I’d spent here trying to forget her. He stamped our wrists without a word and the bass hit us the second we descended the stairs.Inside it was pure sin, it had low crimson lights, bodies grinding in cages suspended from the ceiling, the air thick with sweat and gin and sex. It was just want I wanted.No one here
IanFuck! My blood is boiling, I can’t believe he had the effrontery to touch her and she fucking let him. She’s mine and mine alone, i drive some more into the night before i turn my car and drive back to Eve, my lovely wife. I watch the house as I drive into the gate, the electric buzzer beeping as the gate closes behind me. I have a beautiful home, a beautiful wife and a beautiful life so why the hell did I still want to bury my cock in my friend’s sister. I stay in my car some more before I arranged my pants and got out. Eva was already fast asleep when I got in, I kissed her forehead good night as I go to bed wrapping my arms around her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hmmm” i moan as Eva kisses my neck trailing down to my chest. “I’ve missed you babe, you’ve been busy lately. Work must be hectic” I pulled her up and crashed my lips to her’s “it has, but I’ve missed your hairy cunt” I murmur in between kisses “Prove it” That was all the en







