Hello readers, Will Michael figure out the truth which he doesn't want to see? Or he will lose his Tuberose... Let's see.
Michael's pov -The early morning air is crisp and cool as I walk past the office guard, his surprise evident in his eyes as they widen upon seeing me at such an ungodly hour. "What are you doing at the office at this time, Sir? It's 7 am only," he stammers, clearly taken aback by my unexpected appearance.I give him a curt nod, my face a mask of determination. The truth is, I can't bear another moment in that suffocating house, the walls echoing with doubts and questions that gnaw at my mind. I need answers – about that day, about Abby, about the secrets that seem to have woven themselves into the fabric of our marriage.I need to confront the man I suspect of being involved with my wife, the man who might have shattered the trust that was once the foundation of our relationship. Abby is mine, and I can't stand the thought of someone else intruding upon what's rightfully mine. My heart clenches at the thought of her in another man's arms, her laughter echoing in a space that isn't mea
Michael's pov -I trailed them for 20 minutes, my mind racing with thoughts and suspicions. They parked their car in front of Hotel Sunshine, and I positioned my car about 10 feet away from theirs. I quickly sent a message to Jack, instructing him to handle the meeting, as I continued to shadow their movements.My brow furrowed as I observed Abby's unfamiliar figure. She was dressed in a way I had never seen before, a revealing outfit that contrasted with her usual modest attire. It was disconcerting to see her in such revealing clothing, as she rarely wore anything like that, even in the privacy of our home. Her choice of dress left me unsettled, and my thoughts began to spiral."Is this really her? Am I misinterpreting something?" I questioned myself, my doubts gnawing at me. Despite my uncertainty, I continued to follow them. Their laughter filled the air as they walked, William's arm draped casually around Abby's back. My fists clenched as I matched their steps, my emotions swirlin
Michael's pov -I arrive at my farmhouse, driving recklessly as if trying to outrun the overwhelming reality. I understand deep down that I've lost everything—no glimmer of hope remains. The weight of this realization presses heavily on my chest, an unrelenting ache that threatens to consume me. There's a merciless storm within me, thrashing against the walls of my emotions.Every image from earlier cuts through me, a relentless assault on my senses. It's as if the world has taken on a malevolent hue, with every sight and sound a cruel reminder of the torment I'm enduring. The scene replays in my mind—their intimacy, their connection. He thrusts into her, and her moans pierce the air like a blade to my heart.His grip on her is possessive, fingers digging into her chest's flesh, while his face remains hidden in the crook of her neck. Her nails dig into his back, their shared pleasure a stark contrast to the pain that surges through me. "Aaaahhhhh..." The sound tears through me, and in
William's pov - Thankfully, the guard informed me about Michael's movement. So, we took advantage immediately. I know he is standing behind me and watching me fuck his wife. Being a good man is sometimes hurtful. He is suffering now. I heard his footsteps which means he is going. My face is on Ema's neck. It's one of her weak points. She easily turns on if I touch her neck. "Did he leave?" I whisper to Ema. "Mmm... Yeah." She is so into sex. I look at her face and we start chuckling. With a grin, I suggest, "So? We are successful. Let's celebrate with a dance." I shift my weight, positioning myself atop her, and our laughter mingles as our bodies entwine. "Who dances when naked!" she teases, frowning playfully. My desire for her only intensifies, fed by the realization that she's here, willing, eager to share herself with me. I bend down and then bite harder on her right boob. Though she is Ema, Abigail's facial prosthetic is now turning me on for more to fuck her harder. "Dance
[The next day morning] Abigail's pov - The morning sun casts a gentle glow across the room, illuminating my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with confusion. Mick's behavior has been puzzling me for days. First, he abruptly left me alone on the balcony the night before last night, his distant eyes speaking a language I couldn't comprehend. And now, I find myself alone again, his side of the bed cold and untouched. That means he didn't come home yesterday or he left without a word, a note, or even a goodbye. As I gaze out of the window, my fingers idly trace patterns on the bed sheets. The city bustles below, each person absorbed in their own world, yet I feel strangely disconnected from it all. My laptop sits open on the table, my latest payment for my writing gleaming on the screen. It should be a moment of triumph, of realizing my dreams and inching closer to reality, but all I can think about is Mick. I check the time on my phone; it's nearly time for my m
**mature content**William's pov -The memory envelops us in its dark embrace, shadows dancing across the room as Ema and I bask in the afterglow of our success. Our victory is sweet, a testament to the power of manipulation and desire. Our carefully woven web is tightening around Abigail and Michael, and the thrill of it courses through my veins."Ema," I murmur, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin, "they're on the brink of separation. Can you feel it?"She turns her head to meet my gaze, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Oh, William, I can practically taste it. Michael is slipping through Abigail's fingers, and soon, he'll be all mine."I chuckle darkly, my fingers tracing a trail down her spine. "He's not in New York, you know. Off on some 'international project.' What a flimsy excuse. He's running, Ema. Running from the truth."Ema's laughter is like music to my ears. "Of course, he is. His fragile male ego can't handle the fact that his wife was in bed with you, his
William's pov -The sterile hospital air feels heavy as I wait outside, my heart pounding in rhythm with the ticking clock on the wall. Anxiety coils in my chest, constricting with each passing second. What could be the reason for Julie's sudden distress? My mind races through possibilities, but none of them seem to fit the puzzle that's unfolding behind closed doors.A doctor approaches, his smile both comforting and unsettling. "Mr. Stark, Julie is fine now. She had a scare, but the baby is safe. You can go in and see her."Safe? My mind stutters to a halt. Baby? I feel as though the ground has shifted beneath me, and I'm struggling to regain my balance. Pregnant? The word reverberates in my mind, clashing against the carefully constructed world I've built for myself. What will happen now? The dream to make Abigail mine can't drop this way.However, I can't kill this child. It shattered me when I came to know that my parents didn't expect me with happiness. My Mom's late realization
Chloe's pov -I pull my car to a stop in front of the grand gate of Jack's home, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's a luxurious house, especially in comparison to my own modest dwelling. As I step out of the car, I can't help but marvel at the elegance of it all.It's a two-story home, standing tall and proud amidst the hustle and bustle of New York City. The exterior boasts a classic yet contemporary design, a tasteful blend of architectural styles that exudes an air of sophistication that's hard to ignore.The guard at the gate lets me in after I sign my entry, and I make my way up the driveway. The front yard is meticulously manicured, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers adding a touch of color to the surroundings.As I approach the entrance, the imposing grandeur of the house makes me momentarily forget that I don't quite belong there. I've never been in such an opulent setting before, and a wave of self-consciousness washes over me.Once inside, my a