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“Tarzan, I… I can’t. I’m married. I’m not the type of woman who…” I stammered, struggling to find the right words. “I wish I could change my feelings for Mitch, but I just can’t. And besides… are you really insane enough to go after a married older woman when you have so many options around you?” “I’m more than insane,” he replied. “Does that convince you?” Why is he making this more complicated? “Tarzan, please understand,” I said, my voice pleading. “I don’t want us to keep getting this close. It will help you move on from this phase faster. I know you want to try new things, but I’m not the woman for that. I can’t cheat on my husband. I don’t see myself ever doing that.” He was quiet again. I sighed. “Thanks for calling the cab. I should get going now—the driver has been waiting for too long. If you don’t want to give me your number, at least come to the café… maybe next week. By then, I should have the money for the loan you took. How much was it again?” “The loan is my pro

“Mitch, I couldn’t cheat on you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Do you know why?” I looked up, forcing myself to hold his gaze even as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. “Because when I love someone—really love them—I can’t even imagine tearing them apart the way you did to me. That’s what love was supposed to be, wasn’t it? Loyalty. Safety.” I swallowed hard. “I know how much it hurts to see the person you love cheat on you and rub it in your face. I love you so much that even though you did that—and didn’t care if it destroyed me—I still couldn’t bring myself to do the same to you. I know it would wreck you, no matter how much you pretend it wouldn’t.” My throat tightened, but I kept going. “Remember our first night? How we lay there in that tiny room with the broken fan spinning above us, whispering promises like they were sacred? We swore we’d stand beside each other no matter what life threw at us. We sealed it with everything we had—our bodies and our hearts. You tol

TARZAN'S POV I had never seen her smile like that before. The moment she opened the door and stepped out, something in my chest tightened. She stood right in front of me, glowing in a way that made everything else feel dull. I couldn’t stop staring. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks flushed, smiling uncontrollably as she looked up at me. “You came…” she said softly. “I was scared you were going to hate me. I’m so glad that’s not the case.” She giggled — light and bubbly, like I’d never heard from her before. The sound hit me straight in the ribs. My heart slammed against my ribcage. My hands itched to cup her face, pull her close, and kiss her until she forgot every scar Mitch had left on her. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled… God, she was beautiful. *Is she really this happy just because I showed up?* No. I couldn’t let myself hope that high. Not yet. But she looked different from the Lena who left the hotel this morning. Not just

LENA'S POV My morning shift ended an hour after Tarzan's visit. I was just outside the cafe, about to leave, when Tarzan's words hit me like a storm I couldn't outrun. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, his voice kept echoing in my head. I know there's a possibility of truth in them. But Mitch? He would never do that to me… would he? The thought made my chest tighten painfully. Am I stupid? Am I that blinded by my love for him that I can't even see the truth? I stopped walking for a second, my breath shaky. I squeezed my eyes shut and fought desperately against the hot tears threatening to spill. My lips trembled as I bit down hard, refusing to let them fall right there on the street. No. I can't think like this. I have to be positive. I can't let myself fall apart over mere assumptions. Now, all I could think about was finding a way to pay Tarzan back as fast as possible. I needed to cut every single string he had on me. Because if he ever decide

AUTHOR'S POV Mr. Carter let out a guttural curse as he stumbled back against the couch, his shaky fingers pressing hard against the fresh gash on his temple. Blood trickled down the side of his face, mixing with the sweat already soaking his shirt.His breathing came in ragged, furious bursts. Pain throbbed violently in his skull, but it was nothing compared to the rage boiling in his chest like molten lava.“That damn fat bitch!” he snarled.He snatched the nearest napkin from the side table and pressed it roughly against the wound, wincing as sharp pain shot through his head. His eyes flicked down to the shattered pieces of the glass ashtray scattered across the floor. “She’ll pay for this,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. “That stupid whore is going to regret the day she ever walked into my house to ask for a loan.”Still cursing under his breath, he pushed himself up and staggered toward the liquor cabinet in the corner of the dimly l