Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

He wasn’t lying when he said they had sex last night. When he saw Roman come out of the bathroom, followed by Olivia not long after, he knew that was the confirmation. His heart fell to his stomach. He noticed her unusual quietness all the way home. He held her hand tightly, and she just sat by his side though her mind was somewhere else.

He didn’t confront her. He wanted to be absolutely sure of where he stood in all of it. Declan never took his eyes off her after they arrived home. She didn’t even notice. Something happened in that bathroom. They didn’t have sex. They couldn’t have. It was too brief. She was upset though she tried to hide it.

He walked over to her. They stood facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Secrets. Now they both had secrets from one another. But in their bedroom, secrets don’t matter. It was them who kept their secrets from the world. What they did together on their bed had nothing to do with anybody else.

He undressed her the way he had played it in his mind before they went to that dreadful party. She let him. The tension on her face, she was definitely upset about something, and for once, it wasn’t his doing. She unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly at first, and when he kissed her, it ignited something inside them that they moved in haste to be completely naked and on top of each other.

It was raw. She was beautiful. He parted her legs far and wide to make his way inside her. He wanted to punish her for what she’d done. He wanted to give her something he had never given her before. The hardest fuck she had ever had. The hardest cum she had ever experienced. He pinned her down, and she was dazed in ecstasy. She screamed and moaned and begged like never before.

“God … Declan … keep going …” she pleaded. He couldn’t tell when his jealousy subsided and lust took over. This woman he had married for 15 years never seized to arouse him on their bed. “Baby … fuck me harder,” she said. He bit her breast around the nipple as she came long and hard, leaving his mark.

He kept going steady and hard until he came inside her while she tried to catch her breath and wrapped her arms around him until he was done to his last drop. He fell on his bed beside her. Their heavy panting was the only sound they could hear. Sometimes … it was how they fought.

No words were exchanged. She picked herself up and walked into the bathroom. He heard the shower turned on. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his face, and put on some pants. He walked downstairs to his study and locked the door.

He couldn’t sleep on the same bed with her after what he found out. He stared blankly at the window and wondered how the hell they got there. He won’t confront her about it until he confronts his wife’s lover.

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The house was dead quiet when he came home after his meeting with Roman. She wasn’t playing her music like she always did. He took heavy steps up the stairs to brace himself for the moment of truth. His footsteps echoed between the walls of the corridors. She would hear him coming if she was awake.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He saw her sitting on the couch with her back facing him. A wine glass in her hand. She didn’t turn to look at him though he was sure she could hear him at the threshold. He leaned on his side against the wall and let out a long exhale.

However spectacular the sex was last night, it was done and gone. She was sitting a few feet away from him, but it felt like miles. He wasn’t sure how it would turn out. One thing was certain; it was going to be a heartbreak warfare.