I looked down at my son's disappointed face, my heart ached. His excitement to go out had turned sour after the nanny said my husband had prohibited me from going out.
Wanting so eagerly to lift his spirits, I turned to the nanny. "Could you please call my husband? I need to speak with him," I asked, hoping to reason with him and make him understand that I was not like before. The nanny looked at me, slightly hesitant but finally nodded. "Okay, Ma'am." She retrieved the phone and dialed the number that connected directly to Richard's secretary. After a few rings, a voice that dripped with arrogance answered, "Who is this?" The nanny replied, "This is Mr. Richard's wife. She would like to have a word with him." There was a brief pause at the other end of the phone before the secretary's voice returned, colder than before. "He's busy" she said with that, she hung up. I felt so helpless and frustrated because in my former body I was not restricted from moving around since my husband knew I was not attractive to other men because of my scar. Turning back to Tommy, who was watching with wide, hopeful eyes, I forced a smile. "I guess another day, sweetheart why don’t we go and pay some games upstairs in my room. Tommy's shoulders slumped, but he nodded, trying to be brave. Not long after we went upstairs to play that I heard the sound of the front gate open. Tommy’s face lit up immediately he heard the sound of a car coming in, he jumped to his feet, shouting excitedly, Dad is back! Mommy, Daddy is back! Mom, Daddy is back!" He bolted toward the stairs, and I, still not able to walk comfortably with the baby I was carrying in my stomach shouted after him not to run on the stairs. As Tommy raced down, Richard walked in, his eyes narrowing as he watched me descend the stairs. I could see the way he looked at me probably suspicious about why I suddenly started to care for tommy. When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked at Richard nervously, unsure of what to say. "How was work today?" I stammered. He responded curtly, "Fine. My secretary told me you called. Why? What is the matter?" "We just wanted to go on a walk," I explained, trying to sound casual. Richard looked at me skeptically, then forced a smile. He turned to Tommy and said, "Go to your room, buddy. I have some things for you. I'll come catch you in five minutes." Tommy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ok papa, I'm going to hide!" he said and ran off upstairs, giggling. Richard then looked at the nanny and said, "please do excuse us I would like to have a private discussion with my wife. Once we were alone, his expression hardened. "If this is just a pretense, don’t play with my son’s feelings. I don’t want any of your miserable games affecting him. Don’t use him as an excuse to go and cheat. I’ve already told you, just wait for the divorce. Once you give birth, you can do whatever you like. I won’t care." I felt a lump in my throat. "I just thought we could play, and I just wanted to take a stroll outside. I've been inside all day..." Richard cut me off, "Don't start with this emotional blackmail. I won’t be moved by it. So, stop it." With that, he walked away. As Richard left the room, I watched his retreating figure until he disappeared totally from my sight?" The words he had said and the hatred in his eyes pierced my heart so deep that I just wanted to seat and cry. As I made my way upstairs to my room, the place that had become both my sanctuary and also my prison. Closing the door behind me, the tears I had been holding back poured forth in a torrent. I sank onto the bed, burying my face in my hands, and cried out to whoever was listening to me, "Why am I destined to not experience love at all. The sobs took over my body, shaking me to my core. I cried until I had no more tears left, and then, with eyes stinging and heart heavy, I lay down on the bed. Sleep came as a welcome escape from the emotional turmoil, but it didn't last long. A sharp, piercing pain jolted me awake, radiating from the edge of my stomach. I tried to sit up, but my body refused to cooperate. The pain was continuous, a fiery grip that tightened with every passing second. Panic set in as I realized I couldn’t bear it alone. I screamed, my voice echoing in the stillness of the night, a desperate cry for help. The house was dark, and the silence around me was suffocating. I screamed again, louder this time, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. Moments later, Richard burst into the room, his face a mix of annoyance and concern. "What is it ? Why do you have to make my life unbearable?" he demanded. "Richard," I gasped, clutching my stomach. "The pain... it's unbearable." He approached, his irritation giving way to a flicker of worry. "Just shut up," he snapped, but there was a softness to his voice that hadn’t been there before. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and returned with a cloth and a bowl of water. He soaked the cloth and gently placed it on my stomach. The coolness provided immediate relief, soothing the fiery ache. As the cloth worked its magic, he instructed me to lie down. I did as he said, and the pain gradually ebbed away. "Keep the towel there and try not to disturb me again," he muttered, turning to leave. Before he could go, I called out, "Richard, can't you just stay the night here?" He paused at the doorway, his back to me. After a long moment, he replied, Just this night." He moved to the couch, settling in with a resigned sigh. I watched him as he fell asleep. The night dragged on, and as the water in the towel dried up, the pain began to creep back. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. As dawn approached, the pain grew worse, pulling me from the edge of sleep. I turned to look at Richard, still sleeping soundly on the couch. Desperation drove me to rise from the bed, despite the pain. I walked over to him and gently tapped his shoulder. "Richard, please, can you come sleep on the bed?" He stirred, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes. For a moment, he looked as if he might refuse, but then he sighed heavily and stood up. Without a word, he moved to the other side of the bed and lay down. I returned to my side, carefully lowering myself onto the mattress. The pain was still there, gnawing at me, but having Richard close brought a strange comfort. Tentatively, I inched closer to him, seeking the warmth and reassurance of his presence. To my surprise, he didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted slightly, placing a hand on my stomach, just as he had with the towel earlier. The pain began to subside almost immediately, the simple touch easing the tension in my body. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a glimmer of peace. I nestled closer to Richard, feeling his steady breath against my back, and allowed myself to drift into a deep, restful sleep. When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow through the curtains. Richard was still asleep beside me, his hand resting protectively on my stomach. I lay there for a while, savoring the moment of connection between us.Though I had been awake for a while, but I immediately closed my eyes tight and pretended to be sleeping as soon as I felt Richard coming awake. He sat up and stared down at me for a few moments, then gently removed his hand from under my head. I kept my breathing even, listening to the sound of his footsteps as he moved to the bathroom. The water ran for a short while, and soon he returned with a wet cloth. He carefully removed the old one from my stomach and replaced it with the fresh, cool towel. His touch was unexpectedly tender, and I fought to keep my eyes closed, savoring this rare moment of affection. After tending to me, Richard quietly left the room. I waited, making sure he was gone, before daring to open my eyes. A smile crept across my face. It had been so long since I had felt such care and attention from anyone, let alone a man. The memory of his gentle touch filled me with tingling butterflies in my belly. Trying to seat up on the bead, when I heard a sof
I woke up early, the first rays of dawn barely touching the horizon, to prepare breakfast since I was not able to sleep. I busied myself in the kitchen, and by the time the rest of the house began to stir, breakfast was ready. I had prepared a simple yet hearty meal of apple pie and some pancakes for Tommy. As I was setting the table, I heard footsteps descending the stairs. Looking up, I saw Richard and Tommy coming down together. My heart beat very fast in my chest, like I was running a race. I stared at Richard’s face, and I felt my legs tremble. He was so cute, even with the way his hair was tousled, he still looked good. I guess I was staring for too long. When Richard looked towards me and caught me looking, I quickly averted my gaze as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. At that moment, if there was another word for embarrassment, that was what I was feeling. I felt as if the ground should open up and swallow me whole. My cheeks burned with shame and turned crimson
"What?" I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock. My son's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at me with an expectant gaze. "Yes, Mom, I’ve seen other parents doing it. I want you and Dad to kiss so I know you're not fighting." I was taken aback, standing there in stunned silence How could I explain to him the complexity of the situation? I had never even kissed my own husband from my past life, except on the day we wed, which was just a light kiss that barely touched my lips. And now, I was supposed to ask Richard to kiss me just because our son requested it. Just yesterday, I had caught Richard in an incredibly embarrassing situation, a memory that still made my cheeks flush with humiliation. But I wanted to make my son happy, and looking at his expectant face, I didn’t want to disappoint him. So, I made a big decision at that moment. I held Tommy's hand, and together we left the kitchen and went upstairs to Richard's room. Nervously, I knocked on the door. "Who is
"Don't 'Ava' me, Richard. Where have you been? Why do you smell like alcohol?" My voice trembled as I confronted him, but he just stared back silently, his eyes distant. "Alright then," I muttered, my heart pounding. "Since you won't answer me, I'll do this my way." I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him onto it and climbing on top of him. My breath hitched as I pressed my lips against his, trying to deepen the kiss, but he resisted. Each rejection stung, and tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. I refused to let Richard see me as weak, like my ex-husband had. Standing up, I began to undo the buttons of my nightgown, my fingers trembling. "Ava, what do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to seduce me? If so, I’m not falling for the temptation of a loose woman." he spits out his eyes bearing no emotions. His words cut deep, but I knew there was no turning back. I undid the last button and, after a few shaky breaths, let the fabric slip off my body
I woke up the next morning to a familiar, tantalizing sensation. Richard was moving rhythmically inside me, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Morning," Richard murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire. "Morning," I whispered back, a small smile tugging at my lips. His movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn't help but moan softly, the sound escaping my lips unbidden. Richard's breathing grew heavier, matching mine, and the room was filled with the mingling of our breaths and the soft rustling of sheets. As our pace quickened, my moans turned into gasps. "Faster," I urged, my voice barely a whisper. Richard responded to my plea, increasing his speed, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. I became a moaning mess beneath
I had been seated in Richard's office for the past four hours and was already becoming impatient. Like who holds meetings this long? I asked out loud to no one I particular since I was the only one in the room. So in order to keep myself from being bored, I had requested different types of dishes to be served from my husband's office kitchen. It had not even been thirty minutes when the secretary knocked again to let me know the dishes were ready. And I asked her to come in. Almost immediately, she stepped in with some chefs behind her. I was hit by the savory scent of chicken wings, and I could not help but salivate as they served the dishes on my husband's table. At first, the secretary had asked me not to eat on my husband's table, suggesting the designated eating area instead. However, I wanted to prove a point because I had noticed her glaring at me ever since I entered the office with Richard and ordered the food. "But ma'am, Mr. Richard does not like it when his offi
"Richard, can you just fuck me now?" I moaned, spreading my legs apart and gently tracing my finger over my clit. The anticipation made my skin tingle, and I could see the hunger in Richard's eyes, his cock hard and ready. I wanted to drive him wild, to tease him until he couldn't take it anymore. I added another finger, sliding them inside myself, feeling the slick heat of my own arousal. My breath came in short gasps as I moved my fingers in and out, my eyes locked on Richard's. He watched me intently, his hand stroking his own length in time with my movements, his eyes dark with desire. The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of my fingers moving. My free hand moved to my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples, which were already sensitive and sore from Richard's earlier attentions. Each touch sent a spark of pleasure through me, making me moan softly. "Richard," I gasped, feeling the pleasure building inside me, ready to explode. Just as
Richard picked up the phone, and instantly, his face darkened. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked teasingly after he dropped the call, but he ignored me, focusing on tapping on his phone. "Babe," I called out again, but the look he gave me made me shiver in fear. "Ava, can you explain what this is?" he said, throwing his phone onto the bed. "What is it?" I asked, but he jerked his head away, his shoulders stiffening, and his fists clenching at his sides—a silent rebuke that spoke louder than words. My heart raced, and my breath caught in my throat as a jumble of thoughts swirled in my head. My hand hesitated, hovering over the phone as if it might bite me. I looked up at Richard. His face twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he watched me. "Pick up the phone," he spat out, his voice low and menacing. Just his expression alone made me snatch the phone up quickly. The image on the screen made my heart race. It was a picture of me—or rather, the previ