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I woke up the next day in such a good mood.I wake up early. I even go to Trey's gym in the house. Just, you know, try and do a few sit-up laps or something. I am in such a great mood. I look at myself in the mirror in the gym and, yeah, I think I'm developing a little pouch. Gotta work on that.And my tits are getting bigger, which is good I guess, but I gotta get rid of this pouch. And my thighs... I think Trey was right, I'm getting a little fat. I'm gonna have to hop on that and start working out, I guess.I'll try to get Trey when he's coming to the gym and he can give me a few workouts to do or, I don't know, I can start running again. Yeah, maybe this is all because I haven't been running for a long time, I should start running again.I go back into the living room and decide to prepare breakfast, but then I find Trey is already there. He has iPods in his ears. He is humming as he's preparing breakfast.I go in and walk towards the kitchen island, tap a few times to get his att

“Are you breaking up with me, Trey?” Rita’s voice pitched higher, full of disbelief.“I’m not breaking up with you because we were never together, to begin with.”“Then what was all that?” Her voice grew louder, more frantic. “The way you flirted with me, the way you used to compliment me, the way you and I were so intertwined with each other. The way we fucked... You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel it.”Trey was silent for a moment before answering. “You’re right. We didn’t make love. We fucked. We had sex. It’s done. I regret it. Now it’s over. I would really advise you to start focusing on your marriage right now.”The room went silent for a few seconds, and I leaned closer, straining to hear what they were saying.Then, I heard Rita’s voice, screeching in fury.“Are you fucking kidding me, Trey? Are you stupid?”I winced.“My marriage is gone. My marriage is over. Eric doesn’t want to fucking see me. He told me that the next time he sees me, he’s going to kill me. I signed a pr

"Don't say that," Rita cried, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, don't say that."Eric’s face remained cold, without any emotion. "You destroyed my life." His words were sharp, cutting through the air. "You told me you loved me. You promised me a family because you knew how much I loved talking about having a baby of my own, about having a family. But you? You were never who you pretended to be."Rita shook her head violently. "No, Eric, please—""What were you after, really?" Eric went on, his voice filled with disdain. "Always speaking ill of Mina behind her back, always trying to turn me against her. Now I see your true colours. I don’t know if it’s the hate you have for her or if it’s the money you were after. Because you spent more money than Mina ever did while we started dating until we got married, you spent ten times more. And I let you—because I wanted you to be happy. But to realize this about you now....?"His jaw clenched as he exhaled."No, Eric, stop saying t

I exhaled and looked at him. "Eric, you're just a bad human being. You slept with my sister, got her pregnant, and you were about to marry her. And not once did I attack you. Not once did I go to the papers and say, 'I broke up with Eric Blackwind because he slept with my sister.' That would have made headlines. I could have made a lot of money from your Betrayal. But I didn’t."I shook my head, disbelief coursing through me. "But the minute you found out I was with Emerson, you—" I scoffed. "You acted like I had committed murder... As if I had done something that deserved a death sentence. You acted like the real person that, deep down, you really are."Eric bowed his head, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not a good person. I'm selfish and arrogant. I'm all those things. I'm evil. I am all that you accuse me of and more"His fingers curled into fists, his jaw tightening before he spoke again. "And you know I didn’t want to divorce you.

I just sat there, staring at Emmerson. My tongue felt heavy like it was weighed down by all that I couldn’t bring myself to say.“Come on, what is it?” Emerson urged, his voice softer now, careful. “Tell me whatever it is. We can go through it together.”But there was fear in his eyes. A fear that told me he was bracing himself for the worst.I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Before I could even attempt to find them, Trey spoke up. “We’re still waiting for the results. There hasn’t been a concrete answer yet.”Emerson exhaled, his shoulders losing a fraction of their tension. “What do you mean, concrete answer? What did the doctor say? What could it be?”“It’s fine,” I said quickly, nodding as I squeezed his hand. “Just wait for the results.”He looked at me, then at our intertwined fingers, and for some reason, my hands were trembling.Then he turned to Trey. “Treyson, can I talk to you aside for a minute?”Panic spiked in my chest. I clutched Emerson’s hand tighter. “No.