It had been two years since the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. Adam and I had named our children Andrew, Anthony, and Anne. Our marriage had been going smoothly until one particular night when everything changed.That evening, I was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for Anne, who was nagging me for food. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Adam stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. My first thought was that he must have gone to a business meeting and ended up drinking too much. I quickly settled Anne in her room and went to assist Adam.As we reached our bedroom, I tried to help him take off his clothes, but he swiped my hand away angrily. "I don't need you," he slurred. "I don't need you to do any fucking thing for me. I can do it myself. I am not a handicapped."His words stung, and I stepped back, shocked and hurt. "Adam, you're drunk. Let me help you," I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm."I said I don't need you!" he shouted, his eyes filled with anger and something els
The next morning, I woke up early, the echoes of last night's tears still fresh in my mind. I had cried myself to sleep on the couch, unable to bear the thought of lying next to Adam, who seemed to hate me now. The cries of Anthony woke me,quickly followed by the sounds of Andrew and Anne stirring. I went to their room, attended to their needs, changed their diapers, and prepared breakfast.As I moved through the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about our current situation. Living in this big estate seemed unnecessary now, especially after everything that had happened. I suggested to Adam that we move to a more comfortable apartment, still with elevators for convenience. He didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts.Adam woke up a little later. When he saw me, he immediately passed by without a word and went to kiss the children. Laughing and giggling, they played with him. I watched them sorrowfully, feeling a sharp pang in my chest. I couldn't bear the tension between us any
Instead of listening to me, Adam turned away, his voice cold and dismissive. "Get out, Ina. I have important things to do."Feeling dejected, I left the bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts of how to make Adam understand that Emma wasn't who she pretended to be. As I stepped out into the hallway, I came face to face with Emma. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into one of the guest rooms.Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. The sting was sharp, and I stumbled back in shock. "This is your last warning," she hissed. "Don't try to disrupt my plans."I looked her in the eyes, anger and desperation mingling in my gaze. "What do you want from me, Emma? You took everything from me. You got pregnant by my ex-fiance, ran away with my father's money, and now you're back in my husband's life. Why?"Emma laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Oh, you mean Martin? That one's far gone. I already left him. Do you know how I felt when I heard you had married one of
Despite my attempts to bridge the gap between us, Adam continued to ignore me, and Emma’s constant presence only added to the tension. She took every opportunity to threaten me, her malicious smile a constant reminder of her vendetta.One evening, Adam returned home from work, but he was so drunk that the driver had to carry him inside. As soon as Emma saw him, she rushed over, feigning concern. “Adam, what’s wrong?” she cooed, trying to take him from the driver.I emerged from the kitchen, my heart sinking at the sight. “What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.Emma turned to me, her expression innocent. “I was just trying to help.”Ignoring her, I hurried to Adam’s side and helped him up the elevator and into our room. He reeked of alcohol, his clothes rumpled and dirty. As I tried to help him undress, he suddenly pushed me onto the bed, his movements clumsy but forceful.“I’ve missed you, Ina,” he slurred, kissing me furiously. “I missed you.”Ina's PovAf
When I got home, I knew I had to get prepared for what I was planning to happen that night with Adam. The day had been long, and the anticipation was building inside me. I set out the lingerie I had bought, each piece more daring than the last. After some contemplation, I decided to go for the red one first. It was bold and fiery, just what I needed to reignite the spark between us.I slipped into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to relax and prepare myself. As the water cascaded over me, I let my thoughts drift to the evening ahead, imagining Adam's reaction. After drying off, I applied a light layer of lotion, the scent of jasmine lingering in the air. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves.Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully put on the red lingerie, adjusting the straps and making sure everything was in place. The silky fabric clung to my curves, and I felt a surge of confidence. I slipped into a matching robe, the satin cool against my skin. I tied it
After I finished bathing and came outside, I saw Ina sitting on the bed, staring down at me. She wasn't wearing anything. Her vulnerability and beauty struck me, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. My desire for her was intense, but the turmoil of the past weeks weighed heavily on my mind. Unable to bear my desires and the confusion anymore, I turned around, my voice strained as I said, "Put some clothes on, Ina."She looked at me, puzzled and hurt. "But this is how we normally—""Go and put something on!" I shouted, harsher than I intended. "I need to talk to you about some things, and we can't talk like this."Ina's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't argue further. She got up slowly, her movements graceful despite the tension in the room, and disappeared into the closet. Moments later, she emerged wearing a soft robe that barely concealed her form. She sat back down, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Ina,
The next day, after we woke up, Ina and I decided that we were going to get to the bottom of everything. We knew we had to act quickly and decisively. As we started our day, we kept a close watch on Emma, waiting for the right moment to make our move.We didn't have to wait long. By mid-morning, we saw Emma leaving the house. Suspecting she might be up to something, we decided to follow her. Disguised in costume masks to avoid being recognized, we tailed her discreetly as she made her way through the city.Emma eventually stopped at a small, inconspicuous restaurant. We followed her inside, keeping a safe distance. From our concealed vantage point, we watched as she took a seat in a secluded corner. To our surprise, she wasn’t alone for long. Two people soon joined her, and Ina gasped softly when she recognized them.“It’s my Stepmom and Martin,” she whispered, her eyes wide with shock. They looked ragged and scattered, their appearances a stark contrast to the suave personas they onc
The next day, as we woke up, Ina and I were resolute in our decision to bring Emma to justice. We had all the evidence we needed, including the recording of our confrontation with her. We headed straight to the police station, where they received us promptly due to my influence and high prestige.We handed over the evidence to the officers. “This is everything,” I said, placing the documents and recording on the desk. “Emma has been deceiving us and orchestrating a fraud for years.”The chief reviewed the materials and nodded gravely. “We’ll act immediately. This is a serious matter.”The police set up a plan to apprehend Emma. The next day, in the afternoon, Emma came over to the house as usual, not suspecting a thing. The police were already there, waiting in plain clothes. As soon as she stepped inside, they moved swiftly, handcuffing her and reading her rights.Emma’s face twisted in shock and anger. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, struggling against the restraints.“