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Leonard’s Point of View. The second time I came inside my wife that morning left me a little too smug for my own good. Olivia’s moans were still etched into my memory, her scent lingering on my skin. I hadn’t planned on going another round, but the way she’d looked at me after mocking Elena? I couldn’t help myself.But now I had to deal with her.I dragged a hand through my hair, buttoning the top of my shirt as I walked into the living room, already dreading the conversation. Elena sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her cane resting against her leg, her fingers clenched so tight in her lap they’d gone pale.“Elena.”“I didn’t like what you did. What you did this morning was very disrespectful Elena and that I would not take from you”She flinched.“You didn’t knock. You just barged into the room..my bedroom, as if you belonged there. As if Olivia wasn’t right beside me in my bed.” I took a step forward, my tone low and hard. “You came in uninvited, asking for me, demanding some
Leonard’s POVShe had turned to leave, her cane tapping slowly toward the hall, when she suddenly stopped. Her back stiffened, and her head turned slightly in my direction.Her voice was quiet. Almost broken.But before I go…” Elena said, her back still turned, her fingers clenching around her cane. “I’d like to ask you something.”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My heart was already pounding like a warning drum in my chest.She turned slightly, just enough to tilt her pale, sightless face toward me. Her brows were tight. Her lips quivered.“When am I getting my eyes back from Olivia?”Silence collapsed over the room. And for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.She wasn’t crying. Not yet. But there was something far worse behind her voice, exhaustion. That deep, soul-suffocating kind that makes your bones feel like they’ve aged decades.“Elena…” My throat tightened around her name.“I’m not trying to be cruel,” she said, her voice trembling like a cracked violin string. “I’m not trying to
Olivia’s POVThe sheets still clung to my skin, warm and tangled around my legs like his touch hadn’t left me. My breath had evened out, but my heart hadn’t slowed. It still beat with the rhythm of what we’d just done… of him… of us.“Jesus,” I whispered, blinking up at the ceiling. “I love that man.”The words slipped out before I could catch them, but they didn’t scare me. Not this time.Because for once… it didn’t feel like I was loving someone who had forgotten me.He remembered.“I didn’t think I’d ever get this moment,” I whispered, blinking slowly as I stared at nothing. “I didn’t think he’d come back to me. That we’d ever be this close again.”My voice trembled.“I hated him, you know,” I murmured. “God, I hated him so much for what he did… for how he made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was just a substitute. An accident he regretted.”I pressed my hand over my heart, breathing through the sting in my throat.“But I still loved him. Even when I didn’t want to. Even when it
Olivia’s POV I was just trying to surprise him.Leonard had left early that morning, quiet, soft, like he didn’t want to wake me. He kissed my cheek gently, lingering just long enough to make me believe the moment meant something. Then he was gone, leaving behind the scent of his cologne. So I decided I’d make him lunch.His favorite, homemade pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and cream. Something warm. Something that said, I’m here. I’m yours. We’re okay.I was humming to myself as I padded barefoot down the hallway, still in my robe, the fabric brushing my legs. My phone sat in my pocket. One hand cradled my abdomen without thinking. It had become second nature. A quiet, instinctive gesture. Protective.I turned the corner toward the pantry, already thinking about the spices. And stopped.She was there.Elena.Standing just outside the guest room, her cane resting lightly against the floor. Perfectly still. Like a statue. Like she’d been waiting.Her head turned slightly, li
Olivia’s POV“He’s giving me my eyes back. From you.”These words were consuming my thoughts as I pressed the heel of my hand against my chest like I could stop the ache there. Like pressure might make it go away.I heard their voices in the foyer.Elena’s light and delicate. Leonard’s deep and warm.I wanted to scream. Rip something off the wall. Shake him. Make him see what I’d just been through. What she just did.Instead, I walked forward like I was fine. Like I wasn’t about to come apart at the seams.Elena sat by the door, legs crossed neatly, her cane resting gently against the bench. She looked angelic. Calm. Dressed in soft blues and whites like she was heading to heaven. Her hands were folded in her lap.Like she hadn’t spit poison into my soul less than thirty minutes ago.Leonard stood near the front door, fixing the collar of his jacket. He looked up when he saw me.“Hey.” He smiled. “Everything okay?”No.I nodded. Too fast. My voice was thin. “Yeah. Just tired.”He look
Laughter filled the grand hall, clear and bright. It bounced off the chandeliers, surrounding the guests. But to me, it wasn’t lighthearted. It was painful. The sound twisted in my guts, reopening old wounds. I stood by the window, fingers tightening around the edge of my glass, watching small figures darting through the courtyard, their feet slapping against the cobblestone, their giggles bursting like firecrackers into the night air during festival periods. An orphanage. Fitting, isn’t it? I’ve always loved children and wished to have lots of kids when I become a woman but it would seem life has a way of laughing at one's face. And now? Now, I stand here. In a charity event with my husband. But not one of them is mine. Because life is cruel like that. Because fate has a twisted sense of humor. I forced my gaze away, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. But before I could take a step…. I heard these heart wrenching whispers. “Five years of marriage and
Olivia Later at night, I stepped out of the bedroom, lost in thought, my damp hair wrapped in a towel. The cool air kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I pulled my robe tighter around my body. I need to speak to him about my pain. I need him to know how desperately I want a child. I was so lost in thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. Great. What now? “Coming,” I called out, forcing my voice into something that didn’t betray my exhaustion. When I opened the door, Mrs. Roger stood there, her face impassive, a silver tray balanced in her hands. “Madam, your tonic.” A bitter taste filled my mouth before I even took a sip. My stomach twisted violently, recoiling at the mere sight of it. Lord Have Mercy. This. Again. That damn concoction-dark, murky, reeking of herbs that never failed to churn my insides. I didn’t need to ask who had sent it, but I did anyway. “Did my mother-in-law send this?” Mrs. Roger hesitated, an
Olivia The next day, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, tangled and relentless. Who was this Elena woman? What kind of relationship did she have with my husband? Why was her name in a message from the very same hospital where I had my eye transplant? But I forced myself to push it aside. Focus on today, Olivia. Because guess what? Today is our wedding anniversary! Ihad planned the most splendid dinner night. Now, let’s be honest, folks-I am not a great cook. I mean, if survival depended on my cooking skills, I’d be in deep trouble. But that’s not the point, right? It’s the intention that matters. The love. The effort. So, I decided to help Mrs. Roger in the kitchen, determined to prepare something exquisite for my dear husband. Because that’s what a good wife does, right? I was elbow-deep in chopping vegetables, the rich aroma of spices filling the air, when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. And then, there he was. Leonard. With a smile stretched so wid
Olivia’s POV“He’s giving me my eyes back. From you.”These words were consuming my thoughts as I pressed the heel of my hand against my chest like I could stop the ache there. Like pressure might make it go away.I heard their voices in the foyer.Elena’s light and delicate. Leonard’s deep and warm.I wanted to scream. Rip something off the wall. Shake him. Make him see what I’d just been through. What she just did.Instead, I walked forward like I was fine. Like I wasn’t about to come apart at the seams.Elena sat by the door, legs crossed neatly, her cane resting gently against the bench. She looked angelic. Calm. Dressed in soft blues and whites like she was heading to heaven. Her hands were folded in her lap.Like she hadn’t spit poison into my soul less than thirty minutes ago.Leonard stood near the front door, fixing the collar of his jacket. He looked up when he saw me.“Hey.” He smiled. “Everything okay?”No.I nodded. Too fast. My voice was thin. “Yeah. Just tired.”He look
Olivia’s POV I was just trying to surprise him.Leonard had left early that morning, quiet, soft, like he didn’t want to wake me. He kissed my cheek gently, lingering just long enough to make me believe the moment meant something. Then he was gone, leaving behind the scent of his cologne. So I decided I’d make him lunch.His favorite, homemade pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and cream. Something warm. Something that said, I’m here. I’m yours. We’re okay.I was humming to myself as I padded barefoot down the hallway, still in my robe, the fabric brushing my legs. My phone sat in my pocket. One hand cradled my abdomen without thinking. It had become second nature. A quiet, instinctive gesture. Protective.I turned the corner toward the pantry, already thinking about the spices. And stopped.She was there.Elena.Standing just outside the guest room, her cane resting lightly against the floor. Perfectly still. Like a statue. Like she’d been waiting.Her head turned slightly, li
Olivia’s POVThe sheets still clung to my skin, warm and tangled around my legs like his touch hadn’t left me. My breath had evened out, but my heart hadn’t slowed. It still beat with the rhythm of what we’d just done… of him… of us.“Jesus,” I whispered, blinking up at the ceiling. “I love that man.”The words slipped out before I could catch them, but they didn’t scare me. Not this time.Because for once… it didn’t feel like I was loving someone who had forgotten me.He remembered.“I didn’t think I’d ever get this moment,” I whispered, blinking slowly as I stared at nothing. “I didn’t think he’d come back to me. That we’d ever be this close again.”My voice trembled.“I hated him, you know,” I murmured. “God, I hated him so much for what he did… for how he made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was just a substitute. An accident he regretted.”I pressed my hand over my heart, breathing through the sting in my throat.“But I still loved him. Even when I didn’t want to. Even when it
Leonard’s POVShe had turned to leave, her cane tapping slowly toward the hall, when she suddenly stopped. Her back stiffened, and her head turned slightly in my direction.Her voice was quiet. Almost broken.But before I go…” Elena said, her back still turned, her fingers clenching around her cane. “I’d like to ask you something.”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My heart was already pounding like a warning drum in my chest.She turned slightly, just enough to tilt her pale, sightless face toward me. Her brows were tight. Her lips quivered.“When am I getting my eyes back from Olivia?”Silence collapsed over the room. And for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.She wasn’t crying. Not yet. But there was something far worse behind her voice, exhaustion. That deep, soul-suffocating kind that makes your bones feel like they’ve aged decades.“Elena…” My throat tightened around her name.“I’m not trying to be cruel,” she said, her voice trembling like a cracked violin string. “I’m not trying to
Leonard’s Point of View. The second time I came inside my wife that morning left me a little too smug for my own good. Olivia’s moans were still etched into my memory, her scent lingering on my skin. I hadn’t planned on going another round, but the way she’d looked at me after mocking Elena? I couldn’t help myself.But now I had to deal with her.I dragged a hand through my hair, buttoning the top of my shirt as I walked into the living room, already dreading the conversation. Elena sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her cane resting against her leg, her fingers clenched so tight in her lap they’d gone pale.“Elena.”“I didn’t like what you did. What you did this morning was very disrespectful Elena and that I would not take from you”She flinched.“You didn’t knock. You just barged into the room..my bedroom, as if you belonged there. As if Olivia wasn’t right beside me in my bed.” I took a step forward, my tone low and hard. “You came in uninvited, asking for me, demanding some
Olivia’s POV I yanked the closet door open, pretending like I wasn’t flushed, like my lips weren’t still tingling from Leonard’s kiss. I needed to get dressed. To get away. Away from him… from whatever this was turning into. But the moment I reached for my robe, I felt him. That familiar heat. That shift in the air. “Don’t,” I warned without turning around. He yanked me back like he was done pretending, slamming the closet door shut behind me and caging me against it. His body pressed into mine, hard and hot, and I felt it, every inch of him, ready, throbbing. “You really think you can walk away after that little stunt?” he growled, his voice like gravel and sex. I smirked, even as my pulse pounded between my legs. “Watch me.” His hand slid up the back of my thigh, under the shirt I was barely wearing. His touch was fire, hot, possessive, brutal in how much I needed it. “No panties?” he whispered, dragging his fingers between my legs. “Fuck, Olivia…” I gasped, m
Olivia’s POVMy body still ached, a slow, deep throb between my thighs, marking every place Leonard had claimed me. I shifted slightly, feeling the soreness in my muscles, the overwhelming presence of him still lingering on my skin.A low hum rumbled beside me.“Morning, my beautiful wife. I know you had a good night's rest ,” Leonard murmured, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.I tried to slip out from under his arm, but he moved faster, gripping my waist and pulling me back against him. His bare chest pressed against my back, solid and warm.“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against my ear. His lips barely grazed my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine.I swallowed hard, refusing to react. “Away from you.”He chuckled, deep and rich. “That’s cute, sweetheart.”I shoved at his arm, but he barely budged, only tightening his hold around me.“You weren’t saying that last night,” he teased, his fingers trailing up my thigh beneath the sheets. “In fact, if
Olivia’s POVDamn. It had been so long since I allowed him to touch me, not because I didn’t want to, but because of everything that had been going on in our lives. But now… now I couldn’t hold back anymore.Oh, I missed his touch. His lips on my skin. The way he worshipped my body like he was born to ruin me.Yes, I knew I was pregnant, but I also knew Leonard wasn’t rough, even though I have not told him about the child yet.. I knew everything would be fine. I stood there, bare, vulnerable, my heart hammering against my ribs as he devoured me with his eyes. His jaw flexed, his entire body wound tight like a predator about to pounce.His voice came low and filled with hunger. “Come here.”I swallowed hard, but I obeyed. My feet moved before my mind could process it, and then, God, I was in his arms, his strong, warm hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.A sharp breath left me as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for thi
Olivia’s Point of ViewLeonard’s fingers moved swiftly over his phone as he recalled the number. I could barely breathe as the call connected. My hands trembled, my chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.A gruff voice answered almost immediately. “Time’s ticking, Leonard Crawford, What’s it gonna be?”I felt the air leave my lungs. My knees nearly buckled, and before I could stop myself, a broken sob ripped from my throat.“No! Please,” I begged, gripping the edge of Leonard’s sleeve. My voice was raw, desperate. “Don’t kill him! I will do anything. Please!”Leonard didn’t even glance at me. His jaw flexed, his grip on the phone tight, but his voice….oh God, his voice….was pure steel. It was terrifying, cold and sharp all at once. “Enough with the threats,” he said, his tone unwavering. “I’ll pay off the debt.”I gasped, my lips parting as I looked at him, wide-eyed. Just like that. He said it like it was nothing. Like one million dollars meant nothing to him.Silenc