Hello readers, So, Michael has fallen into the trap. Now, what is waiting for Abigail?
Abigail's pov -It has been a week already, we had our first time. However, things are not the same now. After that, the gap between Mick and me increased by 10x. He comes home late at night and leaves for the office earlier. He barely talks to me and if I try then he avoids me. I am unable to take all of these.I look at the clock and it's half past 23. Mick is still not at home. Here my head is aching as hell. I can't look at the laptop screen. I try to get up from my chair but the pain. I sit on the floor holding my head. "Aah, ouch. M-Mi-Mick." It's aching a lot. I can't tolerate it anymore. I feel like I am losing my strength to stay in a sitting position."Hey, Abby. What's wrong?" Mike is here. Thank God. He grabs me into his embrace. It has been quite a long time since I was into his warmth."My head." I fail to utter more."Did you get hurt, Abby? I told you to be careful. You had an accident, Abby. A major one. The doctor asked you to be extra careful. When will you learn to
Michael's pov -Abigail is sleeping. I stop massaging her legs and look at her face. She scared me when I entered the room. How much I have doubts about her but my heart is always fighting with me that she can't be like this. Should I talk to her? Maybe I am taking her wrong. Maybe I should ask her directly. Then things can be sorted. But what if things get worse? Aargh! I don't want to think about anything else.I slowly take the food plate from the corner table. She couldn't even eat because of the headache. I am having food from her plate and looking at her. Her innocence always tells me that she can't cheat on me. Alas! I have to believe that only. But still, I can't leave her. I couldn't even ask her any questions. Am I that much fallen for her? I never thought I would be so much into her that her every wrong will seem the right.My eyes keep drifting back to her, unable to resist her captivating presence. How did I fall so deeply for her that her every fault feels right?Anyway,
Abigail's pov -The rain lashes against the windshield as I speed through the desolate area, my vision blurred by tears. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the intensity of the storm outside. I can't escape the suffocating pain and grief that has consumed me.Every twist of the road mirrors the turmoil within me, and I can't help but remember how I used to find solace in the rain, finding comfort in its gentle patter on the window. Now, it feels like a cruel reminder of the storm raging in my heart.I slam on the brakes and the car screeches to a halt in front of a gnarled tree. I clench my fists and pound them on the steering wheel, the pain in my knuckles only amplifying the anguish in my soul."Why?" I scream into the emptiness of the car, hoping the storm will drown out my cries. But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above.Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as
Michael's pov -The drizzling rain continues to fall, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matches the heavy hearts of Michael and Abigail. We stand under the tree, the storm lessening but occasionally punctuated by distant rumbles of thunder, as if the weather itself reflects the tumultuous emotions between us.I reach out tentatively to touch Abigail's shoulder, my hand trembling with uncertainty. "A-Ab-Abby," I stammer, desperately searching for the right words to express the remorse and guilt that consume me.Abigail shrugs off my touch, her demeanor cold and distant. "Please, let's go home," I plead, hoping that returning to familiar surroundings might offer some semblance of solace amidst the chaos of emotions."How can I?" Her voice drips with bitterness, and the weight of her pain feels almost tangible. "That is your home as well," I say, my guilt preventing me from saying anything more."You are the reason I am an orphan. For your carelessness, I lost my parents, damn it. An
Ema's pov -My heart pounds in my chest as I wait anxiously for William to arrive. I've been sitting here, restless and impatient, for over an hour. Finally, he strolls into his cabin with his usual arrogant demeanor."Whoa! What's got Ms. Johanson all worked up? Michael didn't get into your pants yet? Hahaha..." His crude remark infuriates me, and I can't even bring myself to greet him properly."I wonder how Abi is still with him?" I skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point."Same thought here. Honestly, they seem inseparable. I doubt we can ever separate them," William replies, taking a casual sip of water before turning his attention back to me. He moves closer to my chair, and I instinctively grip my thighs, bracing myself for whatever offensive remarks he's about to make."You're not new to me. Why do you always make it seem like I'm assaulting you when the truth is, I give you screaming orgasms?" His smirk is infuriating, and he grabs my chin, his touch making my skin
Ema's pov -As William moves closer, my heart races with fear and anxiety. I try to muster the courage to go along with his plan, reminding myself that this is the only way to get what I want. But the thought of being intimate with him makes me feel sick to my stomach."Just relax," he says, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Remember, you have to make it convincing."I close my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. I tell myself that it's just acting, a means to an end. As he leans in to kiss me, I try to force myself to react as if I'm enjoying it. But every touch, every caress, feels like a violation.The charade continues, and I feel a sense of detachment as if I'm watching myself from afar. I try to focus on the end goal, on the possibility of finally being with Michael. But the guilt and shame weigh heavily on me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying him and myself.After what feels like an eternity, William pulls away, satisfied with the performa
Ema's pov - He then left my lips with a last suck slid down peppering kisses on the corner of my lips down to chin and back to jaw. He then goes down and places sloppy wet kisses on my neck to shoulder blades and nibble there. Meanwhile, his finger reached down to tease my core which was wet again. He starts circling his finger around the clit. And he didn't need to do much for that but still to make me beg and cry near him he massages my clit and inner muscles as I feel aroused again. My insides churns up tightly and he pushes his finger inside me pumping it in and out and as I was to release again he sternly asks me to hold on and with that in a jerk he inserts two more fingers making me yelp in pain which is replaced with the wave of ecstasy. "Fuck…!!! You are damn tight and hungry to release I guess. But wait till I command", he says. 'What the hell.. are we practicing to fuck or really doing that already?' I scream in my head. 'Well if you still don't know then pity you dear'
Abigail's pov -The past ten days have been a blur of emotions and turmoil. Ever since the truth came crashing down upon me, revealing that Michael, the man I loved and married, was responsible for the loss of my parents, my world has been turned upside down. The pain is unbearable, and I've been avoiding him as much as possible, unable to face the one who shattered my world.The rooftop has become my sanctuary during these trying times. It's a place where I can escape the suffocating walls of our home and find a fleeting moment of solace. As I sit here now, with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in my hands and my laptop open before me, I feel a semblance of peace wash over me. The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me.I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su
Abigail's POV -Two weeks have passed since that dramatic day in the heart of New York City when I gave Michael one last chance. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but the most important thing is that he's recovering well. I've been dividing my time between the hospital and home, and even though he's eager to come home, I've insisted on staying by his side at the hospital.Honestly, I can't help but be a bit possessive. I don't like the idea of nurses fussing over him, even if it's for his own good. And, to my relief, it seems that Mick has noticed too.Today, I'm driving to the hospital from home. As I enter his room, I see one of the nurses talking animatedly with Mick, both of them sharing a friendly smile. My heart gives an involuntary pang, and a touch of jealousy creeps in. I can't help it; I just want all his attention for myself.Summoning my bravado, I stride over to them, trying to mask my irritation with a polite smile. "Excuse me," I say sweetly to the nurse. "Could you giv
Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for