Chapter 3

Grace's POV 

"I thirst for you... I want you ...."

The voice sounded heavy in my ears. I could feel his warm breath hitting my earlobe.

Then the man kissed my lips greedily as if my lips were the fountain of life, and he wanted to gulp it all down. I kissed him back with all the pent-up passion that could have exploded.

I felt my body floating. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed very carefully. We quickly stripped off each other's clothes. My breath caught as I looked at the man's muscular body, which seemed perfect.

The man's figure filled my vision, his face radiating the fire of desire. That prime body with slightly tanned skin looked tense, and a burning desire flowed through me as I welcomed the man's desire.

The man began to bring his body together with surprising speed, making me arch my back to maintain the sensation. I sighed as I savoured his exquisite play.

He paused momentarily, only to kiss me again, crushing my lips passionately to bring our bodies together in this incredible sensation.

His body was on top of mine, like an animate and muscular blanket, pressed against my chest while my legs were wrapped around his hips. My hands clawed at his back as if my body yearned for union with him.

I felt my breath choking and tightening as if my body was exploding as it began to react in rhythm with his caresses. I could feel how manly that man's body was, so I was trembling violently and passionately.

"Are you just my imagination?" I asked in a weak voice, having reached an incredible climax.

"Am I a fantasy to you?" I smiled at his voice, which seemed to tickle my eardrums. Although my consciousness was fading, I could still see his handsome face binding me.

I was jolted awake in my sleep when that voice filled my head. My eyes closed as I felt my head throbbing with pain from the alcohol I drank last night. I lay back down on the bed, still semi-conscious.

"Jhon." My voice sounded hoarse as I called out to my husband.

I closed my eyes, feeling my head still throbbing with pain. I don't remember how much I drank, but it felt like no more than two glasses. However, the effect really made my body weak.

"Jhon," I called out to my husband again, hoping that he would come to me and help reduce the pain in my head that was still throbbing. "Jhon."

I sat up with the blanket covering my body and looked around the room with my eyes already wet. "Jhon, where are you?" I hit the mattress a few times, hoping that he would come to see me soon.

"Hey, are you awake?"

That voice. I quickly grabbed his hand. 

"Jhon."

"No."

I shook my head quickly. My eyes were already wet with tears, so I couldn't really see my husband's face.

I didn't realise my tears were falling. I cried, remembering what he had done to me all these years. Jhon, who always ignored me, looked at me with his disgusted gaze. I didn't understand why he behaved like that towards me.

"Jhon... I hate you, Jhon. You make me insignificant in our marriage, Jhon. I hate you, Jhon." My hands gripped his shirt.

"Hey, wake up. You're delirious."

I didn't care what he said. I just kept crying and beating his chest. Until I felt him lift my body off the bed.

He set me down on the floor very roughly, and instantly, thousands of drops of water rushed down my head and body. I was hysterical again and let my body shiver with cold.

I let Jhon bathe me and soap my body. After the bath, he picked me up again and carried me out of the bathroom.

I was still numb and cursing at him, without caring about him. "I hate you, Jhon."

"Shut up."

I shook my head quickly and cried even more hysterically. I didn't understand why Jhon was being rude to me. I kept screaming at him. Sometimes, I beat his chest and didn't care if he scolded me back.

"Put me down! Put me down!" I thrashed my body in his arms and beat his chest again. He didn't seem to care about my screaming and hurting him. I didn't know where he was taking me.

"Put me down, Jhon! I hate you."

Jhon lowered me onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I felt a little calmer now after the exhaustion of crying and venting my emotions.

"Go to sleep. You need a good rest. Once you wake up and feel better, we'll talk about your problem."

I nodded and laid my body down on the bed. My mind felt very chaotic. I felt like I was in another dimension, and it confused me about what was happening. I seemed to have forgotten what was really happening to me.

I woke up feeling better. My eyes glanced at the slightly open window of the room, indicating sunny weather. I don't know what time it is. I don't even remember how long I've been asleep. My body felt very light and more relaxed now.

However, I frowned slightly as I looked at the room.

"This isn't my room."

Suddenly, my gaze wandered around the room, and I was surprised to find a man I didn't recognise sleeping beside me.

"Who is he? What exactly happened to me?"

Suddenly, the image of last night flashed and made my eyes round. I panicked now and quickly covered my body with the blanket.

"Hey, get up and get out of here." I pushed the body of the man I didn't know roughly.

The man woke up and looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Are you better?"

I glared at him as he stared at my body. "Don't look at me!"

The man smiled sarcastically and turned his face the other way. "I've seen everything. Why should you be embarrassed?"

Of course, his words took me by surprise. This man was really annoying.

"You don't remember me?" The man said again.

"Remember you?" A glimpse of last night swirled back into my head.

"Not about what happened last night. But do you not remember who I am at all, hm?"

"You're ...." I tried hard to remember who this man was.

In a split second, my brain seemed to go blank. All of a sudden, I closed my mouth almost in surprise when my memories of that man popped up in my mind.

This man's resemblance to John made me think that he was John. It turns out that no, this man is not Jhon, but…

"So you are...?" I felt my heart beating very fast, realising that I had slept with another man who was none other than Chase, Jhon's uncle.

I could feel my face heating up, realising I had made a fatal mistake. I bit my lip, feeling that this wasn't right.

"Did you remember me? Wasn't last night a fun night for us?"

I raised my face franticly and looked at him, who was smiling as if mocking me.

"You seem very surprised. Are you scared now, Grace?" The man's question sounded full of mockery to me.

My lips parted, and I couldn't get a word out to reply to him. I was in shock and looked very stupid now.

"I attended your wedding with Jhon one year ago. I think it was our first meeting, which was not memorable. And I think this is the first time we're meeting again with an extraordinary and surprising moment. Isn't that right, Grace?"

After saying that, C

hase smiled at me, a smile that looked very creepy in my eyes. I hoped that this was just a dream that wasn't reality.