Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving Their Touch : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The morning after we returned home felt heavy and exhausting. I woke up in my own bed with sunlight streaming through the curtains. My body was still sore in many places from everything that happened on the island. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. My ass ached whenever I moved. My breasts were slightly red and sensitive from Julian’s hungry mouth. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling and thinking about Marcus. The way he had held me so gently on the beach. The way he had whispered that he loved me. The way his touch felt like the only real and safe thing in this whole mess. I was falling for him deeply. The kind of love that made my heart ache. But I also felt scared. Everything was becoming more dangerous with every passing day.I got up slowly, took a long hot shower to ease some of the soreness in my muscles, and dressed in a simple white sundress. When I went downstairs, David was already waiting for me in the living room. He looked calm and happy, like a perfect

I stood in my room touching the necklace David had given me. The gold felt cold and heavy against my skin. Every time I moved, I remembered his words from earlier that day. The tracking device hidden inside. The calm way he had threatened Lisa. It was not just jewelry. It was a collar. A constant reminder that he owned me even when he was not in the same room. I hated it with every part of me. I wanted to rip it off, throw it across the room, and crush it under my foot. But I knew I could not do that yet. David would notice immediately, and that would only make things more dangerous for everyone.I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. The necklace looked beautiful on the outside. Elegant and expensive. But to me it felt like a chain around my throat. I touched the pendant again and closed my eyes. How had my life come to this? Ten years of love and loyalty, and this was what it had brought me. A husband who faked everything. A house full of secrets. And now a device that

 The moment my heel touched the red carpet, I knew this night would either save me or bury me alive.Camera flashes exploded from every direction like gunfire. David’s hand stayed firm on my lower back, guiding me forward as we stepped out of the car. The necklace sat heavy against my collarbone, a constant reminder of his control. I forced a bright smile while my stomach twisted into painful knots. My legs felt unsteady in the tall heels, but I kept moving.“You look breathtaking tonight,” David said loudly enough for the nearby guests and photographers to hear. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Smile wider, my love. Everyone is watching us.”I turned to him with the sweetest expression I could manage. “I am just happy to be here with you.”A tall man in a sharp black tuxedo approached us immediately. “David Miller! Good to see you out and about. And this must be the famous

 The screen lit up and my entire world cracked open in front of hundreds of people.The video started with clear footage of David in his study. He stood up from his wheelchair without any struggle, stretched his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world, and walked across the room. Then came the phone call. His voice filled the entire hall, loud and clear through the speakers.“Yes, baby. I miss you and our daughter too. Just a little longer. Clara still has no idea. She is too dumb to figure it out. That fool actually believes I cannot walk. She is so easy to control.”Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. Someone dropped a glass. The sound of it shattering on the floor cut through the silence. A woman behind me whispered, “Oh my God.”I stood frozen beside David. My heart hammered so hard I thought it would explode out of my chest. My hands turned ice cold.David’s face turned white. &l

I stared at the divorce papers on my laptop screen and felt something deep inside me finally crack open. Ten whole years. Ten years of my life reduced to cold legal paragraphs on a glowing screen. I read every single line slowly, my chest tight and my eyes burning. This was not just ending a marriage. This was ending the version of myself who had believed every single lie David ever told me. The version who gave up her dreams, her freedom, and her body to take care of a man who never needed caring for in the first place. I had cried for him. I had sacrificed for him. And he had laughed at me the entire time.Marcus walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee. Steam rose from them as he set one down gently in front of me. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched me carefully, his eyes soft but worried. “You look like you have not slept at all,” he said gently.“I have not.” I turned the laptop toward him so he could see the screen. “I started the divorce papers this morning. My l