The following day, Samara woke up with a determined resolve. She knew she had to address the conflict within her heart. Gathering her thoughts, she decided to have an honest conversation with Damien. Her marriage to Frederick might have not been what she wanted at the beginning, but she was already getting to enjoy their relationship and accepting him and their marriage. Being an adulterous woman was, and will never be on her bucket list, and she definitely needs to put a stop to this madness.As days passed, Samara focused on self-reflection, seeking clarity and making decisions that prioritized her marriage to Frederick. She spent quality time with him, and ignored Damien completely. When the day reached for Frederick to go, she felt sad. She didn't want him to go. “I'll be back before you know it". He tells her as he pulls her into his arms. “I love you Samara".“I love you Frederick, and can't wait for you to be back". Samara replies looking him in the eyes.Frederick eyes widen

As the day of Frederick's return approached, Samara's excitement and anxiety intensified. She meticulously prepared for the surprise dinner, ensuring everything was perfect for their anniversary celebration. Her heart raced with anticipation, the thought of finally reuniting with Frederick bringing both joy and nervousness.On the fateful day, the house is filled with the smells of freshly cooked food. Samara stands in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a meal she has prepared with love. She looks up at the clock in the living room, hoping that her husband will be home soon. She wants everything to be perfect, and she can't wait to see the look on his face when he walks through the door. As the minutes tick by, her excitement builds. Throughout the day, she couldn't contain her restlessness. She rearranged the decorations, double-checked the menu, and glanced at the clock every few minutes. Debrah, noticing her sister's anxiety, tried her best to keep her distracted, helpi

In the following days, family and friends came to offer their condolences and support. They bring food and flowers, trying to do anything they can to help Samara cope with the loss. However, no matter how much support she receives, the pain of losing Frederick is still too raw and intense. She feels like a part of her has been ripped away, and she doesn't know how to move forward without him. As she struggles to make sense of it all, she wonders if she'll ever be able to find peace and happiness again.“Samara..." Debrah calls her sister's name for the third time, but still no response from her. She walks into her bedroom, and sees her laying on the bed, facing the wall, her back to the door. She is completely still, not even breathing. Debrah panics and runs over to her, shaking her and calling her name. Finally, Samara turns over and opens her eyes, a look of confusion and sadness in them. Debrah breathes a sigh of relief, but it's clear that Samara is not doing well. She's distant

In the days that followed her heartfelt conversation with Damien, Samara found herself contemplating the words they shared. The uncertainty within her heart seemed to ebb and flow, but amidst the turmoil, a quiet resolve began to form.Gathering her thoughts and feelings, Samara decided to reach out to Damien once more. With a sense of determination, she dialed his number, hoping to find the clarity she sought."Hi, Damien. It's me again," Samara greeted, her voice a mix of nervousness and determination."Hi, Samara. How are you?" Damien's voice sounded warm and welcoming."I've been doing a lot of thinking," Samara began, her voice steadier than she felt. "About us and where I stand."There was a brief pause on the line, filled with anticipation and a silent exchange of emotions."Go on, Samara. I'm here," Damien encouraged, his voice gentle yet supportive."I've realized that despite the pain of losing Frederick, I can't keep living in the past," Samara confessed, her words laced wi

Colonel Frederick Smyth moaned softly as he felt a wonderful sensation below his torso. It felt so good, he wanted it to reach further down where he ached more to be touched. And just like his thoughts were listened to, he felt warm hands touch him below. He grew hard instantly, and wanted more. More came when the warm hands were replaced by a wet hole or wait...He jerks and gets up immediately, his eyes grow wide open as he sees Caroline's head appear from between his legs.“What are you doing?" He asked in a rasp.“Massaging". She smirks, “You didn't let me finish though".Frederick swallows hard, as they hold each other's gaze in silence.“Just lay down, let me continue".“Y...you can't Caroline". He stutters, the promised pleasure thrilling him.“Why not?" She asked.“Where is your mother?" He questioned instead.“She's out. We're all alone". She smirks at him again, and then her head disappears between his legs.“Aww..mmmh" He moans as she flicks the tip with her tongue. He tas