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Leaf silently set his fork down. "I'll be back." Without waiting for a response, he stood from the dining table and walked toward the kitchen. Rocsan watched him leave, a faint crease forming between her brows. "Where are you going?" she called after him. "I'll be right back." His voice remained flat. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he found Sahara standing in front of the sink. Her shoulders were trembling ever so slightly. She had her back to him, but he didn't need to see her face to know what she was doing. She was crying. Quietly. Trying so hard not to make a sound. A small puddle of water had collected beneath the faucet, though she hadn't washed a single plate. One trembling hand rested against the countertop while the other hurriedly wiped away the tears that refused to stop falling. Leaf leaned against the doorway. For several seconds, he simply watched her. She hadn't noticed his presence. "...Are you done crying?" His cold voice shattered the si
He hated what he was feeling. No— He despised it. The anger burning inside him refused to fade, growing stronger with every passing second. The image of Sahara laughing and embracing another man replayed relentlessly in his mind. It was driving him insane. His chest felt tight, and his breathing grew heavier. Was she cheating on me?The thought echoed over and over in his head. His hands tightened into fists. "Dammit!" With a violent swing of his arm, he hurled the crystal glass across his office. Crash! The glass shattered against the wall, sending shards flying across the floor. Silence followed. Leaf dragged both hands through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think. All he could see was another man holding his wife.His wife.The office door suddenly opened. Rocsan stepped inside, only to freeze when she noticed the broken glass scattered across the floor. Her eyes widened. "Leaf?" She cautiously c
Light assaults Sahara’s eyelids, sharp and intrusive. She groans, the sound scraping against her dry throat, and tries to roll away from the window. But the moment she engages her muscles, a blinding wave of soreness crashes over her, halting her movement instantly. It’s not just a stiffness; it is a deep, pervasive ache that radiates from the center of her being out to her extremities. "Hmm..." She blinks her eyes open. The sun is already high in the sky, casting long, dusty beams across the guest room. It must be past noon. She tries to push herself up on her elbows, but her arms tremble and give out, dumping her back onto the mattress. A sharp hiss escapes her lips as her muscles protest. Her body feels like it has been put through a wringer, beaten, and used. Every inch of her skin feels sensitized and bruised. She shifts her legs slightly and gasps at the friction. The soreness between her thighs is agonizing, a raw, throbbing reminder of the night’s marathon. Her inner wall
Sahara stares at the silhouette cut into the hallway shadows, the question hanging in the stagnant, bourbon-scented air like smoke. Her breath catches in her throat, a jagged snag that refuses to smooth out. The moonlight catches the tension in his forearm, the way the tendons stand out like steel cables under his skin as he grips the frame, but his face is obscured, unreadable. She tries to reconcile the man who just held her with such desperate force with the one standing there now, ready to numb himself before the sweat has even dried on his skin. The logic escapes her, slipping through her fingers like water. It makes no sense. They had just shared the same breath, the same rhythm, and yet the moment it ended, he severed the connection, fleeing the bed as if it were on fire. The pattern repeats itself, a loop playing out for the second time tonight. Her body still hums with the aftershocks of his touch, the phantom pressure of his weight lingering on the mattress, but he is alr
The silence that follows is heavy, a thick, suffocating blanket that settles over the room, louder than the ragged gasps that preceded it. The only sound remaining is the wet, sticky friction of their bodies cooling where they are joined, the lewd squelch of his softening cock still buried deep inside her. Sahara lies beneath him, her chest heaving, the air burning her lungs as she tries to inhale against the crushing weight of his torso. Her body throbs, a singular, aching pulse centered between her thighs where he took her with brutal, unrelenting force. She can feel the heat of his release, thick and molten, painting her insides, claiming her in a way that feels more permanent than the gold band on her finger.Did her husband really see her with Klent? Then why didn't he come up to her? Why didn't he even try to talk to her? The thought left her confused and uneasy. She had gotten used to being treated that way by him. She never complained or questioned him. She was simply too in
Leaf's jaw tightened the moment he saw his wife wrapped in another man's arms. His eyes darkened as he stared at them from a distance. He knew the man. Too well. It was Klent. The man who had always been close to Sahara. The man who looked at her like she was the only person in the world. And now...he was holding his wife. A burning irritation rose inside Leaf's chest. He wanted to walk toward them and pull Sahara away. He wanted to demand an explanation. But he remained still. They didn't notice him because the place where he was standing was hidden from their view. He was supposed to be there for a business meeting at the Italian restaurant. He had no intention of seeing this. But fate had other plans. Beside him, Rocsan noticed the direction of his gaze and followed it. A slow, knowing smile appeared on her lips. "Did you see your sweet little wife?" she whispered teasingly. Leaf immediately turned his sharp gaze toward her. "Stop it, Rocsan," his voice was low and w
Sahara became so absorbed in wandering around the city that she completely lost track of time. By the time she finally returned home, the sky was pitch black. The digital clock on her phone read 11:03 PM. Her heart immediately began to race. Leaf was probably already home. Sure enough, the familia
The next morning. Despite everything that had happened the day before, Sahara still woke up early. She quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs to prepare breakfast before her husband left for work. There were no household staff in the house, so she handled everything herself—from doing the
Sahara walked unsteadily into the bathroom, barely aware that she hadn’t even brought any clothes with her. It didn’t matter. Nothing really did in that moment except the tight ache in her chest and the tears that kept slipping down her face without warning. The moment Leaf mentioned her name—Rocs
She couldn’t speak after hearing his words. It felt like something inside her had gone completely still—like her voice had been taken from her, leaving only the unbearable weight in her chest. She knew she had been wrong. She knew she had hurt him. That truth was something she could never escape







