I felt his tongue enter my mouth, exploring my wet crevices. I moaned in reaction as he pulled me closer to his body. His next touches felt scorchingly hot against my skin, leaving handprints and light bruises in all the places he can get his hands and lips on.
“Ah,” I panted. “Just do it. I want it. Jake, just do it. Please.”
The mouth immediately detached itself from my neck.
And my entire body froze in shock before I was consumed by shame.
My husband looked at me in disbelief. “Jake?" he asked with a hardened voice. "Who the fuck is Jake.”
I bit my lips before staring to the side in panic. NO! I wasn’t supposed to mention that name! No! No! No!
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I tried to think of an excuse but only ended up stammering, “N-no one. It’s not-”
Nate didn’t let me finish. He got off on top of me before heading for the door.
I immediately went to snatch his wrist. “Nate, wait! Please! I-”
“Save it, Gillian!” he yells angrily before pulling his hand away from mine. “They were right. You were just using me.” He glared at me with the angriest look I have ever seen. A stare I used to be familiar with. A stare that ate at my entire being whenever he told me how useless and unwanted I was back then.
Tears began falling from my eyes and before I knew it, I was full on sobbing on the floor. It hurt so much. I just wanted us to be happy together. I wanted to restart our married life and to be in love. To welcome him when he gets home from work. To kiss him in our private quarters. To hug him whenever I needed warmth and comfort. All I ever wanted is to be happy to be with him.
Jake. My husband. Who forgot our 2 years of arranged-marriage life. The devil who made life a living hell for me got into an accident 5 months ago, and I took advantage of it by giving him a new identity. With new memories. And a love I desired and sought for a very long time. The devil who was Jake is now my sweet lover Nate. My love. My treasure.
And I used him.
