In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-3
Night Like Iron
That night, the mattress felt icy, like a slab of iron. David returned late, smelling of cold air and faint liquor. His snores began minutes after hitting the pillow. I lay rigid in the dark, the message replaying like a cruel slideshow—each word barbed. "Babe," "our spot," "miss you"—once ours, now poisoned needles piercing my heart.
Tears gone, eyes dry and sore. My chest held burning coal—cold betrayal, scorching fury. I vividly recalled his complaints about exhaustion yesterday; his snores mocked me now. The man beside me felt familiar yet alien. Beyond the physical distance lay a chasm. The endless night echoed with the sound of something shattering within me.
A Name Emerges
Just let it go? The thought pierced like an ice needle, jolting me. Why? Why should he revel elsewhere while I stewed alone, choking on disgust? Betrayal and humiliation burned like magma, searing my insides. My mind raced. Burst in, expose him? Smash the phone on his lying face?
Or play the dutiful wife, preserving this hollow shell? Each thought suffocated me. Despair rose like a tide. At the brink, a name flashed—Jason. David’s best friend, his inseparable brother, the best man who’d passed our rings. A wild, dangerous seed took root: what if the knife of betrayal came from his most trusted ally? What if the pain he inflicted returned through his cherished "brother"? The thought terrified yet electrified me, drowning the despair. Yes. Jason.
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That night, the mattress felt icy, like a slab of iron. David returned late, smelling of cold air and faint liquor. His snores began minutes after hitting the pillow. I lay rigid in the dark, the message replaying like a cruel slideshow—each word barbed. "Babe," "our spot," "miss you"—once ours, now poisoned needles piercing my heart.
Tears gone, eyes dry and sore. My chest held burning coal—cold betrayal, scorching fury. I vividly recalled his complaints about exhaustion yesterday; his snores mocked me now. The man beside me felt familiar yet alien. Beyond the physical distance lay a chasm. The endless night echoed with the sound of something shattering within me.
A Name Emerges
Just let it go? The thought pierced like an ice needle, jolting me. Why? Why should he revel elsewhere while I stewed alone, choking on disgust? Betrayal and humiliation burned like magma, searing my insides. My mind raced. Burst in, expose him? Smash the phone on his lying face?
Or play the dutiful wife, preserving this hollow shell? Each thought suffocated me. Despair rose like a tide. At the brink, a name flashed—Jason. David’s best friend, his inseparable brother, the best man who’d passed our rings. A wild, dangerous seed took root: what if the knife of betrayal came from his most trusted ally? What if the pain he inflicted returned through his cherished "brother"? The thought terrified yet electrified me, drowning the despair. Yes. Jason.
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