I wake up and find myself in George's arms, our bodies entwined intimately.His eyes open, meeting mine, and a mix of emotions flickers across his face.The realization of our shared passion from the previous night washes over me, causing my cheeks to flush with a deep blush. Even though I have had sex with him many times, an unexpected shyness envelops me, making it difficult to meet his gaze for long.Reacting quickly, I slip out of his embrace and hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around my body, I try to regain composure, but my heart still races with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.George follows me, his smirk revealing his amusement at my sudden bashfulness.He playfully asks, "Why are you acting shy? You are acting like you are naked for the first time in front of me."I nervously request that he leave the bathroom, hoping for some privacy to collect my thoughts.To my relief, he chuckles and complies, walking out of the bathroom with a knowin
Later that day…I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air.Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.The walls proudly display a timeline of Grandma's life, a tapestry of cherished memories captured in photographs and lovingly curated memorabilia.The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, mingling harmoniously with the soft melody of nostalgic tunes. Friends and family gather, their faces adorned with smiles, as they honor Grandma's legacy and celebrate the love that binds them togeth
A wave of heartbreak washes over me as I witness George's instinctive protection and unwavering focus on Megan. The depth of his care and affection for her becomes painfully apparent, highlighting the place she holds in his heart. It is an undeniable truth that leaves me feeling shattered and insignificant in comparison."What are you doing there?" Grandma's loud voice cut through the air. "Can’t you see your wife is in trouble? Why aren’t you helping her?"His defensive stance wavers momentarily as if Grandma's words caught him off guard. A flicker of remorse flashes across his features when his eyes landed on me.The sudden change in the atmosphere prompts the curiosity of the guests nearby, who quickly turn their attention to me. Their surprise is evident in their widened eyes and hushed whispers. At that moment, my identity as George's wife, long hidden from public knowledge, is laid bare before them.I sneer inwardly. No one knew that I was George’s wife when I was married to him
I hastily take off the wet clothes and place them in the laundry basket. I stand under the shower, the warm water calming my mind. But then I suddenly realize that I haven't brought fresh clothes with me.A tinge of panic courses through me as I contemplate my next move. It is then that I recall George's words and his promise to be there if I needed anything. Curiosity and a flicker of hope guide my actions as I decide to reach out to him.With a determined resolve, I turn off the shower and make my way toward the door, water droplets cascading down my body. Nervously, I push it open, revealing the room beyond. My eyes scan the space, searching for any sign of George's presence.I realize he is standing outside the room, my gaze moving to the door."George?" I call out his name, my voice laced with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.And then, as if conjured by my plea, he enters the room, silently responding to my summons.My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight befo
Vivian’s POV…Even though he told me not to come to the hospital, I still came. I love Grandma and am worried about her. No one can stop me from being with her, at least not at this moment when she is not well.Even though George didn’t love me, his family members never treated me badly. They always loved me as their daughter.I cannot walk away when they are in trouble. I stood away from them, but I could see all the activities in front of the emergency room.I see a doctor emerge from the room and talk to George and his parents. I want to go there and ask about Grandma, but I remain standing here, fearing George will get mad at me.Then I see them going away with the doctor.I don’t know what is happening, and I start pacing nervously.After some time, George appears suddenly."Grandma wants to see you," he says, his tone low and serious.I hurry into the ward and find Grandma lying on the bed. Her condition is not as bad as I imagined. I am relieved and walk over to her."Grandma…"
The next day…I am staring at the notification on my phone. The screen displays a significant sum of money credited to my account, and I instantly recognize it as the alimony transfer from George.Mixed emotions wash over me as I contemplate this unexpected development. On one hand, the monetary support offers a sense of security in this new Chapter of my life. It provides a cushion that allows me to focus on rebuilding and finding my own path. Yet, on the other hand, accepting this money feels like a reminder of the broken promises and shattered dreams that accompanied my marriage.With a sigh, I set the phone aside, my heart heavy. Returning the money is not an option I am willing to entertain. As I reflect on my current situation, realization dawns upon me.I am jobless, without a steady source of income. While I am a qualified fashion designer, my career path has taken a different turn.I don’t work for any firm, despite the fact that I was a topper in fashion design in college. I
I am shocked and terrified, thinking about who is trying to violate me. The smell of alcohol and the sudden attack makes me dizzy. I try to look at the man who is pressing me.It is George.My fear lifts, and irritation grips my heart. I push him away hard and slap him.The impact of the slap hangs in the air, a sharp crack echoing in the room.He steps back a little and looks at me, seemingly shocked. His presence looms over me, his disheveled appearance and the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him adding to my growing sense of discomfort.I can see the glint of aggression in his eyes; his intentions are veering into dangerous territory."I am not Megan!" I exclaim. "You can’t come into my house without an invitation and try to harass me sexually. I will call the police."My trembling body bears witness to the rush of adrenaline coursing through me, heightening my senses.George's sneer twists his face into a mask of anger and bitterness. He lashes out, attempting to twist my
Vivian’s POV…I sink into the sofa, feeling the frustration and disbelief coursing through my veins. My gaze remains fixated on the closed bedroom door, where George has seemingly barricaded himself. The audacity of his actions leaves me dumbfounded and bewildered.‘Why is he doing this? Why is he here instead of being with Megan?’ I can’t help but wonder.Ding-Dong…The sound of the doorbell shatters the tense silence, jolting me out of my thoughts.I hasten to answer the door, half expecting to see Michael standing there. He might be worried. But my expectations are dashed as I come face to face with Megan, her eyes blazing with anger."You… Why are you so shameless?" She starts accusing me, her voice filled with venom. "How dare you seduce George even after the divorce? Are you not ashamed of yourself?"I furrow my brows, taken aback by her aggressive stance. "Excuse me… Stop accusing me when you know nothing," I retort, my voice laced with frustration. She deliberately angers me.