All Chapters of I'm Sorry, Darling: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I wasn't some inexperienced young lady. In fact, my experience could put most women my age to shame. However, Yoseph's bold yet subtle actions unexpectedly struck a nerve of excitement within me.What if it was me instead of an ab roller under him? To have him do me hard in that position…I couldn't help but fantasize. My lonely body became more and more out of control, itchy and numb as if ants were crawling over it. The scene of Miranda being done in all the ways Yoseph wanted in the video reappeared in my mind."You should continue with your practice. I-I'm going back to my room."Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore because of the taboo and shameful excitement. I rushed back to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed.After I eagerly took off my nightgown, I took out "something" from the deep of the bedside table as I opened my legs. I then pressed the switch in Yoseph's direction in the living room and imagined that he was grabbing my hair and spanking me hard.Until I ran

At that moment, my alarm went off—it was the timer I had set for my face mask.Yoseph reached out to grab my phone, but I pretended to be woken up by the sound, frowning and squirming, pressing my hand on the phone to stop him from touching it.With my subtle resistance and movements, Yoseph probably thought the timing wasn't right. Worried that I might fully wake up, he quickly stepped back, got off the bed, and left my room.I opened my eyes once he was gone.I was drenched in cold sweat, partly from fear and partly from shock at my own hesitation.I glanced at the wedding photo by the bed and made up my mind—I had to tell Gordon about this. But before that, there was someone else I needed to inform.I immediately called Miranda. The call took a while to connect, and the background noise was overwhelming. Clearly, Miranda was out partying at a bar.Her slightly slurred voice came through, mixed with the loud, upbeat music. "What's up?" she asked.With my lips pursed, I move

After arriving at the front desk, I stated my purpose directly, "I'm here to catch a cheater. You don't need to pull up the surveillance footage. Just tell me their room number and any previous check-in records.""Sorry, ma'am. We can't—""A thousand dollars. I'll transfer it to you immediately after you give me the room number and records. Worth it, right?"The young woman at the front desk, her hair tied in a ponytail, lowered her gaze immediately. She glanced around nervously. The other receptionist, preoccupied with a phone call nearby, didn't seem to notice our conversation. After a small nod, the woman quietly began typing on her computer.Within minutes, she retrieved the information. I had guessed right—Gordon had used this hotel for his previous trysts as well."Thank you," I said, snapping photos of the screen and transferring the money on the spot.I found the room in question. Several times, I raised my hand to knock or even kick the door in. However, I held myself ba

After Yoseph left, I quietly began tidying up the house, pretending as if nothing had happened. Yet, in this suffocating silence, everything was unspoken but understood.Gordon didn't say a word, either. He only sat on the couch, smoking one cigarette after another.Late at night, I went to the bedroom first and closed the door behind me. When Gordon heard the sound of me smashing our wedding photo frame, he went to sleep in another room without a word.There were no pleas for forgiveness, no attempts to reconcile, no outbursts, no throwing things, and no shouting.I didn't lose control, either. I didn't ask why and didn't demand to know who the other woman was or how they had gotten involved. I didn't even bother to find out what he saw in her.The night passed in complete silence. I couldn't sleep, nor could I possibly rest. Memories of the life we shared kept replaying in my mind.How did this happen? He was such a good person. How could I have been so blind? If he hadn't be