With Cila's legs wide apart, Ethan kept pumping hard into her. He got so carried away that the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other became loud enough for someone outside the room to hear. The sound of Laura's voice calling out his name, suddenly filled his ears, forcing him back to his senses. He pulled out of Cila immediately and began wearing his clothes. Cila became frustrated. Neither of them had found their release yet. Couldn't Laura hold on? She tried to convince Ethan that he wasn't doing anything wrong since they were married but he paid no attention to her. Ethan stood by the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard Laura calling his name. Panic settled deep in his gut as he realized she was heading towards the storeroom. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and quietly gestured to Cila to lock the door behind him. Without a word, he slipped out of her room and darted down the hallway, his mind racing to come up with an explanatio
Ethan had felt a wave of relief wash over him these past few days, a sense of normalcy returning to his life. He was committed to focusing on his marriage, and being the husband Laura deserved. However, one afternoon, he realized he had forgotten an important document at home. It was a small mistake, one that could easily be fixed during his lunch break. He returned home quickly, assuming the house would be empty. But as he pushed the door open, the familiar sound of soft footsteps greeted him. Cila emerged from her room, her eyes locking onto his the moment he entered the hallway. She didn’t speak, simply stood there, her gaze intense. Ethan offered her a polite nod and headed straight for his bedroom, hoping the brief encounter would end there. But as he gathered the document, something stirred inside him—an uninvited memory of the nights he had spent with Cila, the way her skin had felt against his, the way she had made him feel alive in ways he couldn’t admit to himself. H
Cila couldn't contain her excitement as she stepped into the hospital. After all the waiting and wondering, she finally took the blood pregnancy test. And when the results matched her home test, confirming that she was indeed pregnant, her heart swelled with satisfaction. The moment had arrived—she was carrying Ethan’s child. That evening, she waited eagerly for him to return from work, the anticipation buzzing inside her like a live wire. When Laura and Ethan walked through the door, Cila could barely hold herself back, excitement brimming in her eyes. She handed them the pregnancy test results, watching closely for their reactions. Laura’s eyes welled up the moment she saw the result. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Cila tightly, her voice cracking with emotion. “Thank you… thank you so much, Cila. You’ve given us the greatest gift.” Ethan was no less thrilled. He scooped Laura into his arms, kissing her passionately before twirling her around the living room. His j
Ethan's heart froze as he watched Laura quietly closing the door and walking away, her figure retreating down the hallway. Panic surged through him. His world spun as the reality of the situation sank in. Frantically, he scrambled off the bed, pulling on his boxers before bolting after her. Laura had only managed a few steps before the crushing weight of betrayal overwhelmed her. The tightness in her chest made it hard to breathe, and tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks. She wanted to disappear—to be anywhere but there. She wiped at her face with trembling hands as she reached the exit, but just as her fingers brushed the handle, Ethan caught up with her. He dropped to his knees, blocking her path, his hands gripping her waist as though his life depended on it. “Laura,” he choked, his voice raw with desperation, “please… please forgive me. I swear, it meant nothing. It will never happen again. I made a terrible mistake.” Behind them, Cila emerged from the bedroom, he
Laura stared at Cila for what felt like an eternity, her eyes searching for any hint of the friend she once knew. She was trembling with a mix of disbelief and sadness. Finally, she whispered, "Okay, Cila, I’ll go. But remember this—today, you kicked your best friend out of her own husband’s house. I hope you can live with that for the rest of your life."Cila kept her face turned away, unable to meet Laura’s gaze. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but her expression remained hardened. She knew Laura was vulnerable, emotional, always driven by her heart rather than reason. But for Cila, this was about survival—about securing a future for herself and her unborn child. Pity was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She had to protect herself, and in her mind, she was doing exactly that. Ethan, stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening, grabbed Laura’s shoulders and shook her, his voice thick with desperation. "What are you saying, Laura? You told me you couldn’t live with
As Laura dragged her suitcases out the door, Ethan hurried after her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Laura, please!" he called out, trying to keep pace with her. She quickened her steps, her eyes wet with tears, and begged him to stop following her. "You're making a scene," she whispered harshly, looking around at the curious onlookers. "Please, Ethan, let me go."Reluctantly, Ethan slowed his pursuit as Laura waved down a taxi and climbed in. His desperation, however, refused to let him give up. He jumped into his car and trailed behind her, refusing to let her disappear from his life so easily. Every turn, every traffic light that separated them, felt like a stab to his heart. Laura gave the driver instructions to head to 'Treasureland Hotels and Suites'. Once there, she paid the fare with shaking hands and entered the lobby, her legs feeling like lead. She booked a room with as much composure as she could muster, forcing herself to keep moving even though her entire being want
Ethan opened the front door slowly, his footsteps heavy with anger and regret. He saw Cila lounging on the couch, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She sprang up and rushed toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "Junior Ethan and I really missed you," she said softly, a coy smile tugging at her lips. She hoped invoking their child would soften his heart. But instead of warmth, Ethan turned on her with ice in his veins. His hand shot out, wrapping around her neck with surprising force. His eyes burned with fury as he hissed, "I’ll kill you with my bare hands if it means getting you out of my way. You’ve already taken enough from me." Cila’s eyes widened in fear. She struggled to speak, her hands clawing at his wrist. "E-Ethan," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Think of the child. Please." But Ethan’s grip only tightened, his face twisted with rage. Desperation surged through her. "Laura!" she choked out. "Laura will never forgive you if you kil
Laura rose early the next morning, slipping into her running shoes with the hope of clearing her mind. As she jogged along the familiar path, her thoughts swirled with unresolved emotions. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dewy grass, when Byron's voice broke through the quiet. "Good morning, Laura," he called out as he passed her by. Surprised, Laura blinked in his direction before muttering a half-hearted greeting. She couldn't understand why Byron kept trying to bridge the gap between them when she wanted nothing to do with him. As Byron slowed down, clearly hoping she'd catch up, Laura deliberately slowed her pace to a walk, letting him drift further away. The distance between them grew, a silent acknowledgment that she was unwilling to close the space. Byron, seemingly resigned, picked up speed and jogged on ahead, leaving Laura to walk alone back to her house. That evening, as the sun sank low, Ethan returned home. It was late, as usual, but this time he wasn’t a