Chapter: PART 2: chapter 4 [Almost Caught] **Robert Pov**I was lying on top of her, trying to catch my breath, my cock already softening inside the condom. She was running her fingers through my hair like I was a pet. Like I was hers. Which, I was realizing, I kind of was. "That was better," she said, and there was amusement in her voice. "You're learning." "I came too fast again," I said into her shoulder. "Yeah, you did. But at least you lasted longer than five minutes this time." She was teasing me, but not meanly. "You'll get better. With practice." I lifted my head to look at her. Her face was flushed. Her hair was a mess. She looked satisfied. "How much practice are we talking about?" She smiled, that smile that said she knew she had me completely hooked. "As much as you can handle." I pulled out carefully and got rid of the condom, then lay back down next to her. She was already on her phone, scrolling like she wasn't lying naked in bed with me. "So," I said carefully, "what is this? What are we doing
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Chapter: PART 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR[ Chapter 3]The text came through on Tuesday while I was sitting in the library pretending to read. I was actually scrolling through my phone, wondering if Yara was thinking about me, when her message just... appeared. Yara: "Can't stop thinking about what you tasted like. We need to do that again. My place. Friday night. 8pm. Don't be late." I read it three times. Then I read it again. My cock responded immediately, like it had a mind of its own now. Like it understood that Yara was involved and it needed to stand at attention. I sat there in the library, pretending to look at my laptop while actually looking at that text message and trying not to get visibly hard in front of a hundred other students. The next three days were excruciating. I canceled my Friday office hours by claiming I had a migraine. It was technically a lie, but not entirely—I was getting a tension headache from the anxiety. I spent my lunch break at a pharmacy three towns over, buying condoms because I was terrified of
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Chapter: PART 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR[ Chapter 2]I reached back and unhooked my bra. Let it fall. Then I slipped my underwear off and stood there completely naked in his office while he looked at me like I was a fever dream and he was trying to figure out if he was asleep."Do you fuck well?" I asked him point-blank."I—" he started, then stopped. He tried again. "I don't—""Just answer the question. Do you fuck well?"He swallowed hard. "I've never..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on my body like he couldn't look away if he tried.I stepped closer to him. "You've never what?""I've never had sex," he said quietly. "At all."Okay, so he was a virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin lecturer with a gorgeous face and a smart brain and apparently zero experience with anything physical.This was going to be fun."Good," I said. "Then you're not going to have any bad habits for me to work around. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to learn how to touch a woman. You're going to learn what feels go
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Chapter: STORY 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSORThe exam score was staring at me from my phone screen like a fucking insult. 87%. Second place. Not even close.I had never been second in my life. Not once. Not in high school, not in my first two years here at State, not ever. And now Robert Bruno—Robert who was way too young to be a lecturer, way too hot for his own good, way too fucking arrogant about the fact that he knew literally everything about Economics—had just publicly humiliated me in front of the entire class."Excellent work everyone," he'd said, that slight smile playing in his mouth while he reviewed the exam rankings projected on the screen. "Though I have to say, I'm disappointed." He'd looked right at me. "One student in particular showed a significant drop from their usual performance."The class had gone quiet in that way that meant everyone knew he was talking about me. I could feel their eyes. I could feel my face getting hot. And I could feel the rage building in my chest like a fucking volcano.The worst part
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Chapter: Our Happy Moment TogetherDays blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hours just thinking. The conversations would start about nothing—"Did you pay the electric bill?"—and somehow end up back at the real stuff. How long it had been since we actually looked at each other. The small resentments that had piled up like dust in corners we pretended didn't exist.I caught myself watching him a lot. The way his forehead creased when he was thinking hard about something. The way his hands moved when he was trying to explain something that didn't have words yet. Like he was trying to grab smoke.Four days after the hotel, we ended up on the back porch with a bottle of red wine and nowhere else to be. The sky looked like it wanted to rain but hadn't committed yet. Dave p
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Chapter: The Weight Of What We DidI woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's low hum and the muffled sound of the city waking up forty floors below.I turned my head on the pillow and saw Dave.He was already awake, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling like it was going to tell him something important. His eyes were unfocused, that thousand-yard stare men get when their brains are somewhere else entirely. One arm was stretched across his stomach, his hand half-curled against his own ribs. We were still sticky with last night—dried sweat and sex and the general messiness of two bodies that had done things they weren't sure about yet.I watched him for maybe a minute without moving. The stubble on his jaw. The way his chest rose and fell. The small scar on his sh
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Chapter: It's About Us[EDWARD'S POV]Sunday morning I arrive at Alessia's house to pick up Alexander for our scheduled visit, and I'm more nervous than usual because this is our first visit since they got back from their vacation and I'm worried that the week away has somehow reset Alexander's willingness to spend time with me. The door opens and Jeffrey answers, and there's a moment of awkward silence where we both try to figure out what the appropriate greeting is for two men who are co-parenting the same child but have completely different relationships with him."Edward. Come in. Alexander's just finishing breakfast." Jeffrey steps aside to let me enter, and I notice the house has a different energy than it did before their vacation—lighter somehow, less weighted down by crisis and trauma.Alexander appears in the hallway with Buddy at his heels, and his face breaks into a genuine smile when he sees me which does something to the constant knot of anxiety I carry around about whether he actually wants t
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Chapter: Moving Forward[ALESSIA'S POV]Coming home from the cabin feels like emerging from a protective bubble back into the real world with all its complications and responsibilities, and I'm not entirely ready for it even though I know we can't hide in the mountains forever. The drive home is quieter than the drive up was, the boys tired from a week of hiking and playing and staying up too late, and even Buddy seems subdued in his crate, like he knows the vacation is over and we're returning to normal life with school and work and all the structure that comes with it. Jeffrey reaches over and takes my hand as we pull into our driveway, squeezing gently in a way that says he understands what I'm feeling, that he's also reluctant to leave behind the simplicity of vacation and return to the complexity of our regular lives.The house smells stale when we walk in, that particular scent of a place that's been closed up for a week, and I immediately start opening windows while Jeffrey brings in the luggage and t
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Chapter: Finally Us Again[ALESSIA POV]"I think we should go on a vacation," Jeffrey says suddenly, staring at his wine like the idea just occurred to him. "Just the four of us. Somewhere completely different where we can decompress and remember how to enjoy each other's company without constantly being on high alert.""Where would we go?" I'm already mentally calculating our budget and trying to figure out if we can afford a vacation after months of lawyer fees and medical bills, but Jeffrey must read my mind because he jumps in before I can start listing objections."Somewhere not too expensive. Maybe we rent a cabin in the mountains or a beach house for a week. Something where we can just be together without schedules or obligations or any reminders of everything that happened." He turns to look at me, his expression earnest. "I think we need it, Alessia. All of us. We need to remember what it feels like to be a family that does fun things instead of a family that only comes together during crises."He's r
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Chapter: Coming Home[ALESSIA'S POV]The house looks exactly the same as it did when we left it a week ago, but somehow it feels different when Jeffrey unlocks the front door and we all step inside on Sunday afternoon with our bags from my mother's place and the tentative hope that maybe we can actually stay this time. The boys immediately scatter to their rooms, excited to be back in their own spaces with their own things, and I can hear them upstairs arguing cheerfully about whose turn it is to pick the movie for tonight's family viewing. Jeffrey sets down our bags in the entryway and looks at me with a question in his eyes, silently asking if I'm okay, if coming home feels safe or if I'm going to spiral into anxiety about Victoria finding us here even though she's locked up without possibility of bail this time."It feels good to be home," I say, and I mean it even though there's still a kernel of fear lodged somewhere in my chest that probably won't go away for a while. "Strange, but good. Like we've
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Chapter: The Sentence[ALESSIA POV]The gavel comes down with a sharp crack that feels like it's closing a chapter of all our lives, and suddenly the courtroom erupts into controlled chaos—journalists rushing out to file their stories, spectators talking loudly about the sentence, Sandra's family crying and trying to get one last look at her before she's led away. I watch as the bailiffs come to take Sandra back into custody, watch as she looks back at me one final time with an expression that I'll probably never forget, something that manages to convey both remorse and resignation and a desperate hope that maybe someday I'll understand why she did what she did.Jeffrey pulls me to my feet and David appears beside us, already talking about next steps and paperwork and things I need to sign, but I can barely process what he's saying because all I can think is that it's over. It's finally over. Sandra has been sentenced and will be going to prison for more than two decades, and while that doesn't erase what
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Chapter: Court[ALESSIA'S POV]My voice comes out steadier than I expected when I start reading from the paper in my hands, though I can feel it trembling slightly as I force myself to look up and make eye contact with the judge instead of staring down at my prepared words like a shield against the roomful of people watching me. "Your Honor, my name is Alessia Reed Walker, and I'm here today to tell you about how Sandra Seaman's actions affected me and my family." The words feel both rehearsed and raw at the same time, like I'm reciting lines from a script about someone else's trauma even though every word is pulled directly from my own experience, my own nightmares, my own long slow recovery from something that should never have happened.I tell the judge about the morning I was taken, how I was on my way to work thinking about the segment I needed to edit and whether I'd remembered to pack Alexander's lunch, completely ordinary thoughts that evaporated the moment the van pulled up and men in masks
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Ze werd bedrogen door haar man en beste vriendin. Daarna kreeg haar zevenjarige zoon de diagnose bloedkanker. De enige manier om hem te redden? Nog een kind krijgen met de man die haar kapot heeft gemaakt. Zeg me eens... Welk kind mag ze verliezen? Als je een vrouw bent, een echtgenote of een alleenstaande moeder, een vrouw die ooit sterk heeft moeten zijn toen ze het gevoel had dat ze brak, en je komt deze video tegen, stop dan even met scrollen. Dit is voor jou, ik zie je. Ik zie de nachten dat je wakker lag te piekeren over schoolgeld, ziekenhuisrekeningen, huur, eten, terwijl je overdag deed alsof alles goed was. Ik zie de stille tranen die je wegveegde voordat je kinderen de kamer binnenkwamen. De manier waarop je je pijn inslikte zodat zij het niet zouden proeven. Ik zie hoe moe je bent en hoe je soms even op het toilet zit om adem te halen. Hoe je soms aan jezelf twijfelt en je afvraagt of je wel genoeg doet. Ik wil dat je weet dat je meer dan genoeg bent, want ik ben opgevoed door een moeder die innerlijke stormen met zich meedroeg en ons huis toch een veilige haven wist te maken. Ze worstelde, offerde zich op en doorstond dingen die ik pas later begreep. En vandaag ben ik dankbaar voor haar kracht, want ze heeft me iets heel waardevols geleerd: moederliefde is niet zomaar iets. Ze is fel, koppig, opofferend en onstuitbaar. En dat is waar mijn boek, 'Married to My Best Friend’s Husband', over gaat. Ja, het gaat over verraad en liefdesverdriet, maar in de kern over de worsteling van het moederschap.
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Chapter: Tussen twee huizen[ALEXANDER'S PERSPECTIEF]Sandra's huis voelt te groot aan, maar ik woon hier al mijn hele leven. Ik ken elke kamer, elke hoek, elke krakende vloerplank.Maar nu voelt het als een hotel. Schoon en leeg. Niet echt van mij.Ik zit in mijn kamer mijn rugzak uit te pakken die ik bij Alessia heb gekocht.De kleren ruiken hier anders. Alessia gebruikt een ander wasmiddel. Iets dat naar lavendel en vanille ruikt.Sandra gebruikt iets duurs. Geen geur. Gewoon schoon.Ik houd een van mijn shirts tegen mijn gezicht en adem diep in. Het doet me denken aan Alessia's keuken, aan Jeffrey die pannenkoeken bakt en aan Davison die me thuis basketbal leert.Dan gooi ik het in de wasmand, want morgen ruikt het weer naar Sandra's huis.Zoals dit huis.Zoals de plek waar ik woon, maar waar ik me niet helemaal meer thuis voel.Sandra doet erg haar best.Dat is wat me deze week het meest opvalt.Ze maakt mijn favoriete gerechten, vraagt naar school en stelt voor om samen films te kijken.Maar het voelt al
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Chapter: Alles gebroken, maar hersteld met vrede.[SANDRA'S PERSPECTIEF]De praktijk van Dr. Chen ziet er niet uit als een therapiekamer.Geen bank, geen notitieblok. Alleen twee comfortabele stoelen tegenover elkaar en een raam met uitzicht op een tuin.Ik ga in de ene stoel zitten. Zij in de andere."Bedankt dat je gekomen bent, Sandra.""De rechter zei dat ik moest komen, weet je, vanwege een deel van de voogdijregeling.""Ja. Maar je bent hier en dat is wat telt."Ik antwoord niet. Ik staar alleen maar naar de tuin. Alles is groen, levend en groeit. Alles behalve ik."Hoe voel je je?" vraagt Dr. Chen."Hoe denk je dat ik me voel? Ik ben mijn zoon kwijt. Mijn man is van me gescheiden. Mijn familie vertrouwt me niet. De hele stad denkt dat ik een monster ben. Hoe zou ik me moeten voelen?""Dan voel ik me waardeloos. Ik heb het gevoel dat de wereld beter af zou zijn als ik verdween."Ze reageert niet. Ze kijkt niet geschokt of bezorgd. Ze knikt alleen maar alsof ik iets volkomen normaals heb gezegd."Vertel me eens over Alexander.
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Chapter: De jacht[ALESSIA'S PERSPECTIEF]De telefoon gaat om vijf uur 's ochtends.Ik ben al wakker. Ik heb al weken niet goed geslapen. Te veel dromen over Alexander. Te veel 'wat als'-vragen.Ik pak de telefoon zonder te kijken."Hallo?""Alessia, met Margaret." Haar stem trilt. Ze is in paniek. "Sandra heeft Alexander meegenomen. Ze zijn weg."Ik schiet zo snel overeind dat de kamer lijkt te draaien. "Wat bedoel je met weg?""Robert heeft haar gisteravond geconfronteerd. Hij vertelde haar dat hij van het contract afweet. Van alles. En vanochtend zijn we naar haar huis gegaan en ze zijn allebei weg. Koffers. Paspoorten. Alles."Jeffrey doet de lamp naast me aan. "Wat is er aan de hand?"Ik wuif hem weg. "Waar zijn ze naartoe gegaan?""We weten het niet. Maar Roberts mensen volgen haar creditcards. Haar telefoon. Alles wat ze kunnen vinden.""Waarom zou ze vluchten?""Omdat ze weet dat we het contract gaan aanvechten. Alexander terugnemen. Hem aan jou geven."Die woorden zouden me blij moeten maken.
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Chapter: De ontsnapping[SANDRA'S PERSPECTIEF]Ik rijd te hard naar huis, mijn hart bonst in mijn oren en ik heb het gevoel dat ik verstik.Robert weet het.Na zeven jaar van perfecte leugens, perfect acteerwerk, perfecte controle, weet hij het.En als hij het weet, weet iedereen het.Edward zal het aan Alessia vertellen. Margaret zal het door de hele familie verspreiden. En uiteindelijk zal Alexander het ook te weten komen.Mijn zoon.Nee. Niet mijn zoon. Dat is wat ze zullen zeggen.Alessia's zoon.Degene die ik heb gestolen en van wie ik deed alsof ik van hem hield. Degene die nooit echt van mij was, behalve dat hij van mij is.Ik heb er zeven jaar over gedaan om dat te bewijzen.Ik ben degene die hem vasthield toen hij huilde. Die hem te eten gaf toen hij honger had. Die hem het alfabet leerde en hoe hij zijn schoenen moest strikken.Alessia heeft hem negen maanden gedragen en is toen weggelopen.Ze kan nu niet meer terugkomen en hem opeisen.Ik laat het niet toe.Als ik thuiskom, is het donker in huis.
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Chapter: Op dit punt[PERSPECTIEF VAN MEVROUW SEAMAN]Alexanders vraag blijft me achtervolgen."Ken je een vrouw met donker haar die bij het nieuwsstation van mijn moeder werkt?"De manier waarop hij me aankeek. Alsof hij het antwoord al wist, maar het nog moest bevestigen.Alsof zijn ziel naar de waarheid verlangde, ook al kon zijn verstand het nog niet bevatten.Ik had het hem meteen moeten vertellen.Ik had hem moeten laten zitten en alles moeten uitleggen.Maar dat deed ik niet.Omdat ik Sandra zeven jaar lang heb beschermd. Moppen voor haar heb verzonnen. Mezelf heb wijsgemaakt dat haar leugens wanhoopsdaden waren in plaats van manipulatie.Maar Alexanders gezicht gisteravond veranderde iets in me.Die jongen verdient het om te weten waar hij vandaan komt.En Sandra heeft geen recht om het hem te verzwijgen.Ik zit in de tuin als Robert thuiskomt van kantoor.Hij draagt zijn aktetas. Zijn stropdas is los. Hij ziet er moe uit."Margaret." Hij kust me op mijn wang. "Hoe was je dag?""We moeten praten
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Chapter: De vraag[ALEXANDER'S PERSPECTIEF]Ik blijf dezelfde droom hebben.Er is een vrouw met donker haar. Ze staat in een kamer vol licht. Ze lacht naar me. Ze steekt haar handen uit.En als ik naar haar toe ren, omhelst ze me zo stevig dat ik geen adem meer krijg.Maar het voelt goed. Veilig. Als thuis.Dan word ik wakker.En mama staat in de deuropening en vraagt of het goed met me gaat.Ik zeg altijd ja.Maar ik weet het niet meer zo zeker.Het begon op het feest. Dat chique feest met al die saaie volwassenen.Ik was koekjes aan het eten toen ik haar zag.De vrouw uit mijn droom.Ze stond bij de desserttafel. Ze droeg een blauwe jurk.Eerst dacht ik dat het mama was. Zelfde haar. Zelfde lengte.Dus ik rende naar haar toe en omhelsde haar.Maar toen ze zich omdraaide, was het niet mama.Het was iemand anders.Iemand die me aankeek alsof ze me kende. Echt kende.Niet zoals volwassenen meestal naar kinderen kijken. Alsof we schattig of klein zijn of hulp nodig hebben.Ze keek me aan alsof ik ertoe
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