Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rest, Honey: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I opened the door and Victor stepped inside without a word. He looked me up and down, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the black lace hugging my body.“Damn, Diane,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You wore that just for me?”I closed the door behind him and turned the lock with a soft click. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “I wanted to surprise you.”He did not waste any time. He pulled me against him and kissed me hard, his mouth claiming mine like he had been waiting for this all week. His hands moved down my back, sliding over the thin lace until they grabbed my ass, squeezing with just enough pressure to make me moan into his mouth. Every touch felt electric. This was what I craved. This raw need that made my skin come alive.We stumbled toward the stairs, still tangled up in each other. My mind raced the whole way. This is wrong. Mark is at work right now, probably thinking about coming home t

The days after that afternoon felt like a dream I could not wake up from. Mark did not leave. He did not demand answers or scream or throw me out. Instead he became someone I barely recognized, someone who seemed determined to prove he could fix everything with quiet persistence.The very next evening he came home with flowers. Not the usual small bunch from the corner store, but a large bouquet of deep red roses wrapped in crisp paper. Their scent filled the kitchen as soon as he walked in. He handed them to me with a gentle smile that did not quite reach his eyes.“I thought you deserved these,” he said, voice soft.I took them with shaking hands, the stems cool against my palms. “Mark, you do not have to do this.”He leaned in and kissed my cheek, lingering just a second longer than usual. “I want to.”Inside my head the thoughts would not stop spinning. He saw me with another man. He saw everything. Why is he being so kind? Why is he not angry?Over the next week he kept surprisin

The weeks continued to blur together in a haze of forced normalcy. Mark’s new perfect behavior never slipped even once. He brought me flowers every few days, always with that same gentle smile. He helped with Lily’s bedtime routine without being asked, tucking her in and singing the silly songs she loved. He even took time off work one afternoon to take us all to the zoo. Lily laughed the entire day, pointing at the monkeys and feeding the giraffes, her joy the only thing that still felt real and pure in my life.But at night the house felt different. Heavier somehow. The air felt thicker, like the walls themselves were listening. The lake outside our windows looked calm during the day, but at night it turned black and endless, reflecting nothing but shadows.I started having nightmares almost every night. In my dreams Mark stood in the bedroom doorway again, watching us. Only this time his face was completely blank and empty, like a doll’s. He walked toward the bed holding a knife in

The first few days after my death were pure torture. I floated through every room like a lost shadow, weightless and unseen. No one could see me. No one could hear my screams. I was trapped in silence with nothing but guilt and rage for company. The house that once felt like home now pressed in on me from all sides, its walls holding secrets I could never escape.Mark played the perfect grieving husband perfectly. He walked around the house with red eyes, his shoulders slumped like the weight of the world sat on them. He spoke in a quiet, broken voice to friends and family on the phone. I hovered nearby, invisible, as he told the same story again and again. “Diane ran off with her lover. The pressure of our marriage finally made her snap. She left us.” People believed every word. They pitied him. They judged me as the cheating wife who abandoned her child. I wanted to rip his throat out, but my hands passed through everything like smoke.Lily was the only one who could still see me in

The years kept slipping by in that distorted way only a ghost could experience. Seasons blurred outside the windows overlooking the lake, leaves turning gold and falling, snow blanketing the yard, then melting into spring again. Mark grew older in the house, his hair more silver than dark now, the lines on his face deeper from the weight he carried so calmly. He never left. This lake house remained his kingdom, the place where he raised Lily and buried his secrets. I remained trapped with them, witnessing every private moment the walls refused to hide from me.Lily turned twenty. She had become a beautiful young woman with my eyes and Mark’s quiet intensity. She attended community college nearby, studying art, spending long hours sketching by the lake or in her room. Boyfriends came and went, but one stayed longer than the others. Tyler. Tall, athletic, with an easy laugh that made Lily light up in ways I had not seen since she was small. I watched their relationship deepen with a mix