Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

“No one can know about this.”

He was willing to accept that … for now. To be her secret. Something she craved in silence, she thinks about more than anything or anyone else, someone she look forward to seeing every minute of the day. He was someone she called, texted, and talked to about everything. He was her listener, advisor, working partner, best friend, companion, boyfriend, and soon-to-be lover. At least, he hoped that’s what their relationship is developing into before she was his to claim.

For now … he’s happy with her eyes finding him from across the room. She hid a smile and blushed away from his stares. Whispering sweet nothing only when they were alone. Basically, doing anything remotely romantic when there’s just the two of them, pretending their relationship was strictly professional in front of everyone else. She jerked away her hand when he held her in public. It always slipped his mind somehow. But it was always followed by a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

All good things are worth the wait, and patience, he thought. What he had with Olivia was not conventional. He knew that it was not going to be easy for the both of them. But it was love nonetheless, no matter what people say about those kinds of relationships. It felt the same as any other relationship he ever had, and better because Olivia is the one.

When she’s with him, she makes him feel loved. That’s all he needed from her. She loves him. She’s willing to risk it all for him. They don’t talk about ‘him’, not if they can help it. ‘He’ was irrelevant. ‘He’ was the only thing getting in the way of their love. Olivia just needs some time to figure herself out, and then they will be home-free.

Everything was fine until she told him Declan was coming home. Reality came crashing down. She’s not his. She has a life of her own, and he is not in it. He became irrelevant. He was a shadow in the background when it comes to her marriage. He will always be second to Declan because he is a secret, and Declan is the one in the spotlight.

“I won’t be coming to work tomorrow,” she added.

“Why not?”

She shrugged. She had told him Declan was coming home. She didn’t have to explain why she couldn’t come to work the next day.

He paced back and forth in his apartment. He thought he could handle it. “Are you going to that clinic?”

“No … we haven’t even talked about it … I always stay home for a day or two after he comes back from his trips.”

He stopped cold, his eyes widened, almost devouring her with resentment, “Doing what?”

She felt shivers down her spine when he shot her that look. It was almost scary. “Talking … I want to tell him that I won’t be doing the IVF … I’m done trying.” Her expression was solemn, she was letting go of her deepest desire to be with him.

He rested his hands on his waist, “Just talking? Do you think you can convince him? He’s a very persistent man. I doubt he will take it without a fight.”

She understood how he must’ve felt. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. “He can’t make me do what I don’t want to do.”

“Are you sure about that?” he was skeptical. “So you’re not going to sleep with him again?”

She looked at him, “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s a genuine question. He’s your husband, he’d been gone for over a week, and he’s coming back … are you going to sleep with him?”

She covered her face with both hands, “I don’t know … we don’t exactly plan these things in advance … we rarely sleep together anymore because … ”

“So you do sleep with him?”

“Oh my God … are we seriously talking about this? Roman … he’s my husband … if we’re doing this, you have to know what you’re dealing with.”

He was jealous. Raging jealousy. He threw himself on the sofa and held his head with both hands because it felt like it was going to explode. “You’re right … I’m sorry …” he was a shadow. He had to accept that. He can’t push her. It’s too soon. If he tries, he was afraid he might push her away. But his heart was pounding like a loud canon. He had to let her go back to ‘him.’

She sat beside him, caressed his hair, and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” always calms him down.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He turned to her, “Then prove it.” He looked at her in the eyes, he needed this the most. “Make love to me … show me that this is not just a stupid game where I’ll lose.”

She saw the desperation in his eyes, his fear, she saw someone who felt used, and it reflected on her. She didn’t like what she was seeing. She was not a bad person even though she was doing this to both him and Declan. She wanted to be as committed as she can to Roman, on the other hand, her hands were tied. She touched his face, “Will that make you feel better?”

He nodded, “I need to know you love me more than you love him.”

She loved him differently than she loved Declan. But it might be something he wouldn’t understand. She wanted to give him what he needed, so she leaned over to kiss his beautiful lips. And with that kiss, she felt him melting like butter, then he firmly grabbed her waist and lifted her up to his bed. A man needs to know that he has his woman completely. It was something she couldn’t give him, but if it could ease some of his pain, she let him slide her clothes off, lay her naked body on his bed, and let him take whatever he needed from her.

He felt different that day. He was every bit of the lover he once was to her, but she felt the anger in his thrusts, the frustration in his touches, the hunger in his kiss. He was the definition of good sex, no matter what state he was in. He showed her what her body could do when she gave in to him. Her body never reacted that way with anyone else, she quivered underneath him, and he kept asking, “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you love me.”

And she did, she told him over and over again in a trembling voice as he took her higher in ecstasy, driving her to the peak of her pleasure. His sighs echoed in her ear as he filled her up until she overflowed and moaned the most harrowing moan she ever cried in her life. Their hands tangled together on the bed, holding each other tightly as they sealed their bond in the pinnacle of their lovemaking. The best they had yet.

She curled up in his embrace. He was happy. For a moment he was content. But the moment was over, then he had to let her go back home … to her husband. And all that he thought he needed to feel better about their love had actually made him feel even worse.

The same was true for her too. She had done everything she could to make him feel worthy. To show him that he was essential to her. This thing they have was not a shady fling of lust. It’s an actual relationship that she needs to hide from the other person, that will be utterly devastated if he ever finds out. The person who had worked his hardest to make up for his own mistakes to keep their marriage alive.

She drew a warm bath the soonest she got home. She had to wash away any trace of Roman as if she was washing away the sins of her body. Declan will be home soon. She had no idea what would happen when he did, but they will be sharing their bed that night, that’s for sure. And she can’t figure out who she is betraying up to this point. Maybe she was fooling herself that what she was doing made her happy. Her tears felt warm on her cheeks. Before she knew it, she sobbed gently in the tub.