72Lilian My heart raced with fear as we turned to see the silhouette of someone familiar in the dim light. "Who's there?" Lucas called out, his voice tinged with concern.The figure stepped forward, revealing the stooped form of Mr. Watson, our elderly neighbor. Relief flooded through me momentarily at the sight of him, but confusion quickly replaced it. Why was he here, and why did he choose to interrupt us in such a dramatic manner?"Mr. Watson? What are you doing here?" I asked, my brows furrowing in bewilderment.The old man shuffled closer, his apologetic tone barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I-I'm sorry to startle you, dear. I was just looking for my cat," he explained, his voice wavering with uncertainty.A cat? I couldn't recall ever seeing one in his vicinity."A cat?" I echoed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Lucas. "We didn't know you had a cat, Mr. Watson. And we've never seen one around here before," I added, my tone tinged with suspicion.Lucas's jaw ti
73The next evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself on edge, anxiously awaiting Grace's arrival. She called me half an hour ago to ask if I was home and I said yes. My heart pounded with anticipation and dread, knowing that I would have to face her and maintain the facade of normalcy.As the sound of her car pulling into the driveway reached my ears, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that was sure to follow.Grace stepped out of the car, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion as she approached me. "Lilian, I've been worried sick about you," she exclaimed, her voice laced with genuine concern. "I haven't seen you all day. Are you okay?"I forced a weak smile, my stomach churning with guilt. "I'm fine, Grace," I replied, my voice strained with the effort of concealing the truth. "Damien asked me not to set foot in the hospital until I've fully recovered."Grace's brows furrowed in concern as she reached out to touch my arm. "Oh,
74LilianIn the aftermath of our heated argument, I attempted to make amends with Damien before we went to bed, but my efforts were met with cold indifference. His deliberate avoidance cut deeper than any words could, on the one hand, I blamed myself when it was my fault.I needed to release the built up pressure, stress and fear and unfortunately it was there at the wrong time. I touched the empty spot next to me on the bed where Damien usually slept. Initially, I thought Damien had left early for the hospital, perhaps still simmering with anger from last night's dispute, too upset to bid me farewell. Frowning, I glanced at the clock on the wall read - it was only 7am. It was unusually early for him to leave without dropping off the children at school first. Their laughter echoed from downstairs, confirming they were still at home. This realization sparked a flicker of hope that Damien might still be around, possibly cooling off from our spat.Pushing back the curtains, I peered
75LilianMy anger flared anew as the real reason for my upset surfaced. Grace was due to visit Lucas again soon. How could he invite her back into his life so casually after what had happened? I decided I needed an explanation. Once the children left with Damien, I headed straight to Lucas's house, determined to confront him.With my heart pounding in my chest, I pressed the doorbell and stepped back, waiting. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. I could hear shuffling from within, then the sound of locks being turned. The door finally swung open, revealing Lucas, looking as handsome as ever.Seeing me on his doorstep, he frowned in surprise. "Lilian? What are you doing here so early?" he asked, but I brushed past him into the house without a word. He followed me in, shutting the door behind him.Once inside, I whirled around to face him. "How could you invite Grace back into your life without any consideration for how that might affect others?" I demanded, my fists
76**Content 18+**LilianHe moved away from me then spread my thighs and bend down over me, tenderly kissing my lips once again. Then he left my mouth for my chin, my neck, my stomach. Arriving at the level of my lower abdomen, he spread my thighs even further then licked his magnificent lips, reddened and swollen by our kisses.My heart fluttered in my chest as he placed his lips at my nub and gently sucked. My pussy began to tremble as his tongue swept over me, licking me in a slow and deliberate rhythm."Lucas," I moaned, "Oh, God... please...""That's my girl," he whispered, and then began to circle my clit with his tongue, teasing me with slow and leisurely laps of his tongue."Lucas, please...""Not yet," he promised. I was beyond the point of being able to do anything but follow his commands.He brought his hands to my breasts and pinched my hard nipples, lightly sucking them into his mouth.My breathing was heavy and rapid as my body moved in time with his fingers massaging m
77LilianOutside, the cool night air hit my warm skin sharply. As I tried to wrap my mind around the betrayal, I noticed Mr. Watson, our elderly neighbor, crossing the street. He was cradling his cat."Evening, Lilian!" he called out, his voice carrying the warmth of familiarity.I mustered a weak smile, waving back. "Good evening, Mr. Watson." I said, my heart not in the conversation. After, I hurried home.Once inside, I dashed to my bedroom, my refuge from the world. The need to wash away the night's events was overwhelming. I peeled off my clothes with a sense of urgency, each piece reminding me of my humiliation with lucas.The shower's hot spray felt cleansing, as if it could wash away not just the physical residue but the emotional stain Lucas had left. I stood there, letting the water run over me, my thoughts a mix of anger, betrayal, and self-reproach."Why did I let myself get drawn back in?" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms.W
78The next evening,"Damien," I started, my voice soft but laced with a determination I didn't feel. "Do you think maybe we could... try again tonight?"He barely glanced up from the book he was pretending to read, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Lilian, I'm really not up for this tonight. I'm tired," he said, his words clipped, final.But something inside me snapped. The frustration and hurt I had been bottling up came rushing to the surface. "Tired? Really? That's what you're going with?" I couldn't keep the bitterness out of my voice. "Or is there someone else? Is that it?"Damien's eyes snapped to mine, his book forgotten. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous."You heard me," I spat, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Are you seeing someone else? Is that why you keep pushing me away?"He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "I can't believe you'd even think that," he said, his voice rising. "After everything we've been through, you
79Damien took a deep breath, and as the dim light from the screen illuminated his face, I saw the nervousness there, the hope. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. "Lilian," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I know I've been distant, and I've made mistakes, but I love you more than anything. Will you marry me, even though it's the second time I asked you to be my wife?"The cinema, once filled with the sounds of discontent, was now silent, all eyes on us. I was speechless, my emotions a whirlwind of surprise, joy, and lingering doubt. But looking into Damien's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity there, the hurt and confusion began to melt away."Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible. "Yes, I will marry you, again and again."A cheer erupted from the audience, a spontaneous celebration of our moment. Damien removed the first ring and slipped the ring onto my finger, and as he did, I felt a weight lift from m
98Lilian My heart sank at his words, but I forced myself to stay calm, though every part of me wanted to lash out. “Why?” I asked, my voice almost breaking. “Why would you do that, Lucas?”He gave me a look of exaggerated disbelief. “What? A guy like me can’t settle down?”“You and I both know this isn’t about settling down,” I said bitterly, trying to keep the anger from spilling over. “You’re playing a game, as always.”Lucas shrugged, completely unbothered by my accusation. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. What does it matter? Grace is head over heels for me, and I thought, why not? Might as well have a little fun.”“Fun?” I repeated, my voice rising despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “You’re talking about someone’s life, Lucas! Grace actually believes this is real!”“And whose fault is that?” he shot back, his smirk fading just slightly. “She chose to believe what she wanted. I never promised her a fairy tale.”“You proposed to her!” I spat, unable to contain my frustration a
97Lilian I stood there, frozen for a moment after Grace left, her excitement lingering in the air while I was trapped in a whirlpool of my own thoughts. Damien hadn’t said a word since she left, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him. His shoulders were tense, and he kept running a hand through his hair, something he only did when he was stressed beyond measure.I cleared my throat, trying to ease the tension in the room. "Damien, what’s going on?" I asked softly, stepping closer to him. "You’re clearly not fine."He stopped pacing, his eyes meeting mine, and I could see the frustration brewing behind them. "Lilian, we need to talk," he said, his voice low but sharp. My stomach clenched. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what was coming next."What’s wrong?" I pressed, hoping to keep the conversation calm.He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples like he was trying to gather the right words. "It’s about the money."I blinked, confused. "The money? What about it?""You’ve been
96Lilian A few days later, I sat on the sofa, half-watching a TV show that I wasn’t really invested in. My mind kept drifting back to Lisa’s situation and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that had gripped me since my conversation with Rebecca. The tension in the house was palpable, but I was trying to distract myself, anything to escape the weight of reality for a little while.Suddenly, I heard a loud knock at the door, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone letting themselves in. Before I could even process what was happening, Grace came barreling into the living room like a whirlwind."Lilian!" she shouted, her voice brimming with excitement as she practically leapt at me. I barely had time to react before she was hugging me tightly, her energy infectious. “Grace, what—?” I started, trying to get a word in as she pulled back and thrust her hand in front of my face. I blinked, trying to focus on what she was showing me.Her eyes were practically glowing with joy as
95Lilian As I pulled into my driveway, I was surprised to see Damien’s car parked outside. It took me a moment to remember that today was Wednesday, his usual day to come home early. I entered the house and found Damien in the living room, lounging on the sofa with a book. He looked up as I walked in, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. “Hey, Lilian,” he said, setting the book aside. “You’re home early. Everything alright?”I hesitated, trying to concoct a believable excuse. “Oh, um, I wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to come back early,” I said, forcing a weak smile.Damien’s expression softened, but there was a note of reproach in his voice. “I told you not to push yourself too hard. You should really take it easy. If you’re not feeling well, it’s better to rest up for a few days.”“I’m fine,” I insisted, though I knew it was a lie. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”“No, Lilian,” Damien said firmly, rising from the sofa and walking over to me. “You need to stay home a
94Lilian Once I was in my car, I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for the best private detective agency in town. After a few rings, a calm, professional voice answered.“Good afternoon, Zenith Investigations. How can we assist you today?”“Hi, this is Dr. Lilian Grey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to hire a private detective to investigate someone. It’s urgent.”“Certainly, Dr. Grey,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “May I ask for some details? Who is the subject of the investigation, and what exactly are you looking for?”I hesitated, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Her name is Grace Walters. I suspect she might be involved in something... illegal. I need someone to dig into her background, her recent activities, everything.”“Understood,” the receptionist said. “We’ll assign one of our best detectives to your case. When would you be available for a meeting to discuss this further?”“Right now,” I said, not wanting to waste any more t
93My jaw tightened as I struggled to keep my composure. “That’s great to hear, Grace.”Lucas looked at me with a mixture of surprise and unease. “Lilian, I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Apparently,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended, “neither did I.”Grace’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. “Well, Logan and I have been working through things. He’s taking responsibility now, and I really believe we have a future together.”I fought to keep my eyes from rolling. “I’m glad you think so.”Lucas shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between Grace and me. “Lilian, I—”“Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice cold. “I don’t want to hear it.”Grace’s eyes widened, her enthusiasm dimming as she sensed the tension. “Is everything okay, Lilian?”“No,” I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “Everything is not okay.”Grace looked between us, her confusion evident. “What’s wrong?”I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. “Lisa Hackerman is in jail, and yo
92**Lilian’s POV**I sat in my car, the engine humming softly, and stared at the police station. The building loomed in front of me, a cold reminder of the mess everything had become. I took a deep breath and forced myself to get out of the car. I needed to see Lisa, to understand what was happening from her perspective. With a determined stride, I walked to the entrance and was met by a stern-faced officer.“I’m here to see Lisa Hackerman,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in my chest.The officer raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. “You’re allowed five minutes. Follow me.”My heart pounded as he led me through the maze of corridors. I tried to ignore the gnawing worry that threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, he stopped in front of a cell and unlocked the door. As it swung open, Lisa looked up, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and hope.“Lilian!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly. She rushed to the bars, her eyes wide
91I stood there, staring at Lucas, feeling the frustration and anger boiling inside me. The tension between us was thick, and I struggled to keep my voice calm as I asked, "So, you’re still with her?"Lucas nodded, avoiding my gaze, and that small movement made my blood boil. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Yeah... for now. I need to figure things out, Lilian. Everything’s so messed up right now."I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms, trying to control the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "Lucas, this isn’t just about you figuring things out. Grace deserves to know the truth, and so does Lisa. You can’t keep stringing everyone along like this."“I know,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes met mine briefly, filled with guilt and weariness, before he looked away again. "I know," he whispered again, almost like he was ashamed to admit it. "But I’m stuck, Lilian. I don’t know how to make this right."I could feel the frustration a
90Lilian's POVThe next day, Damien left early for work, his usual confidence masking the tension that still lingered between us. I felt a knot of frustration tighten in my chest as I watched him go, his words from the night before still echoing in my mind. I couldn't shake the doubt he’d planted, but I also couldn't let go of my belief in Lisa's innocence. I needed to talk to someone who might understand, or at least help me see things more clearly. I decided to visit Lucas. I had to know what he thought about Lisa’s arrest. Maybe he could offer a perspective that would ease my troubled mind. As I walked to his apartment, my heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and determination. I wasn't sure what I was hoping to hear, but I knew I needed to talk to him.When I reached Lucas’s door, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering just inches from the wood. Finally, I knocked, the sound echoing through the hallway. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and there he was, looking a l