Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

She restrained herself from going to work for a few days after that. Avoided any contact with anyone. She barely spoke a word to Declan, who had to be satisfied with the presence of her ghost. She spent almost all her time sitting quietly, looking out the window from the second floor of their home. Lost in her thoughts.

She didn’t want to go through with the IV treatment. She was firm with Declan about it. “No!” she spat at him when he had the nerve to mention it. He backed down.

She was done hoping to be a mother. She had come to terms with it. She had to. Without children, she will have to make new plans for the rest of her life.

She had to sift through every aspect of her life and mend her broken heart at the same time. Leaving Roman the way she did, she regretted it almost immediately. But she couldn’t drag him along while she figured herself out. It wouldn’t be fair for him. She felt like she had already lost him because he was never hers in the first place.

Sometimes the tears fell on her cheeks without her realizing it. Then Declan came home. One look at him reminded her of what Roman said, “Can you trust him?” Has he been totally honest with her? In the back of her mind, she often wondered if he was seeing someone else when he worked late. Was it really work stuff when he couldn’t put his phone down or excuse himself to take an important call? Was he still seeing Sienna?

No … she didn’t trust him, and now he has every reason not to trust her either. What kind of marriage would that be? Is that how her life is going to be? And all that distrust … is that a good enough reason to end what they have built for 15 years?

He put his hand gently on her shoulder. He didn’t want to startle her. “Can we talk?” he asked. She looked over her shoulder at him. It’s been three days since their fight. She nodded softly.

He sat by the window next to her. She averted her gaze back toward the streets.

“You’ve been so quiet these past few days …” he flipped her hair over her neck and ran the back of his hand on her cheek. “I miss you.”

She didn’t reply.

“I’m going to ask my secretary to book a flight to London for early next month … I thought I ‘d check with you first,” he didn’t take his eyes off her. He took her hand, “We’ll spend the whole month there … Christmas … and New Year … take a look at the house …” he kissed her hand.

She slowly turned to him, “Sure,” her voice was low. “I’m going back to work tomorrow … I’ll clear my schedule …” she added.

His stomach fluttered with excitement. She was agreeing with him. The worst was over.

She stood up and kissed him on the forehead. She was more than grateful of how gentle he handled everything. She remembered how she was when she found out about Sienna. She was nowhere near of how calm Declan was. She was surprised of how loving he had been for the past three days.

“Where are you going?” he asked and not letting her hand slipped away from him as she was walking away.

“I’m going to draw a warm bath,” she said.

Their eyes locked.

“Am I invited?”

She didn’t reply immediately, then tugged his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

It was the first time after the fight to be naked with each other again. The bite mark on her left breast was still visible. She let him kiss it. Her heart was numb, but her body reacted to him. The hair on her arms stood up. It made him want more.

He pulled her close and sat her on his lap, facing him in the tub. She had a glass of wine in her hand. She took small sips without saying a word. She let his hands explore every inch of her skin in silence.

He was watching her face. He couldn’t read her. The fact that she was letting him do what he wanted with her was enough. She rubbed herself against him. They were gaining momentum. He slid inside her, and she sighed. She moved her hip slowly as they watched the water sloshed around them. She took a big gulp to empty her glass and put it aside.

Her face showed no emotions, but she was moving him and heightened his pleasure. “Kiss me,” he said almost in a whisper. She pressed her lips on his and let his tongue make its way into her mouth. He felt her cold lips and tasted her wine, but he couldn’t feel her. She was different.

Soft moans escaped her as he pulled and pushed gently into her. She tugged his lower lip with her teeth. She was escalating. He still couldn’t find her. Her kiss was getting more aggressive. She was picking up her pace. If they’re lucky, they will come together. But he couldn’t resist.

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

There was a little frown on her face, “Please, Declan … just fuck me … I’m getting close …” she managed a stuttering whisper.

She came just before he did as he buried his face in her breasts with a loud groan. She wrapped one arm around his neck and clenched the brim of the tub with the other hand. Their climax was explosive, and then she stood and got out of the tub.

Declan was still catching his breath as he watched her walk away. Leaving him like an afterthought.