Chapter 15: Intensified her pain.

The hotel...

I lay in bed at the hotel, feeling weak and emotionally drained. Musa had been kind enough to help me settle in, but the weight of Ronald's betrayal was heavy on my heart. I couldn't bring myself to eat or do anything productive. Musa had gone back to work, leaving me alone to process everything.

Thoughts swirled in my mind, each one more painful than the last. How could Ronald do this to me? I had given him my love and trust, only to be deceived. I couldn't understand why he would lie about something so significant when he knew how deeply I cared for him.

Despite the hurt, I couldn't easily let go of the love I felt for Ronald. I questioned myself, wondering if I was too obsessed with being loved, too willing to overlook the warnings from others. Tim and Stacy had tried to warn me about Ronald's character, but I had dismissed their concerns, believing that love could conquer all.

The tears flowed uncontrollably as I wrestled with my emotions. I called room service and ordered an assortment of chocolates, hoping to find solace in their sweetness. But the emptiness in my heart couldn't be filled by indulging in treats.

Musa's words echoed in my mind. He had urged me to take my time to think, reminding me that Ronald did love me in his own way. But could I trust his love? Was it enough to overcome the lies and betrayal?

Meanwhile, Ronald was meeting with Tola to discuss the baby situation. It pained me to think of him with her while I lay here, broken and hurt. I imagined their conversation, their closeness, and it only added to my agony.

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Ronald POV

I was lying on the couch, lost in my thoughts when Tola returned, clad in a seductive red dress that accentuated her figure. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her, a wave of desire washing over me. She mentioned something about her hair conditioner, but I barely registered her words. All I could focus on were her legs, her presence igniting a fire within me.

"Tola!" she called out, snapping me back to reality. I looked at her, surprised by her sudden assertiveness.

"Yeah, what is it?" I replied, distancing myself from the couch.

"Kiss me!" Tola demanded, shocking me with her boldness.

"Are you sure about this?" I hesitated, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

"You want me, and I want you too. Divine isn't here. We won't tell her, and she won't find out. Come on, kiss me," Tola urged, dropping her dress to the floor, revealing more of her enticing allure.

But I couldn't ignore the voice of reason within me. "Stop it, Tola. We shouldn't do this to Divine," I pleaded, hoping she would understand.

Tola rolled her eyes dismissively. "Ronald, we're both craving each other. Don't forget that Divine took you away from me. She'll understand; she's my friend," she argued, closing the distance between us and kissing me passionately. In that moment, my resistance faltered, and I kissed her back.

She instructed me to sit down and undress while she went upstairs to fetch a condom. I found myself in the kitchen, undressing and locking the door, seeking secrecy in our actions. Tola assured me that no one would see us and joined me, resuming our passionate embrace.

However, I managed to gather the strength to halt her advances. "Don't!" I interjected, putting an end to the escalating intensity.

But Tola wasn't deterred. "Let's get down to business. Let's go upstairs," she insisted, leading us upstairs hand in hand. As we entered the bedroom, Tola positioned herself on the bed, eagerly waiting for me, while I prepared by putting on a condom.

I climbed on top of her, our bodies entwined, and slowly entered her. As the intensity grew, we picked up speed, consumed by the physical connection.

Yet, deep down, I knew this was a terrible decision. I was going through a tumultuous time with Divine, my soon-to-be wife. Instead of taking the time to reflect and sort out our issues, I had worsened the situation. When Divine inevitably discovered my betrayal, the pain she would feel would be immeasurable. I had hurt the person who loved me unconditionally, all because I claimed to be hurting myself.

Regret gnawed at me, but it was too late to turn back. I had allowed my desires to cloud my judgment, and the consequences would be severe. Divine deserved better than this, and my actions had only intensified her pain.