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A few days later, Karry returned
home late after working. Finding me
seemingly asleep in bed, he went silently
to the bathroom.
As the shower water roared, I opened my eyes. I glanced at the closed bathroom door, then quickly dialed a number.
“Come to my house. Now.”
Twenty minutes later, Celia knocked
on the door. I opened it quietly and
handed her a silk pajama set.
“Change into this and go to the
master bedroom.”
Celia immediately understood what I
meant. Her heart pounded wildly in her
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chest.
I urged her again. She collected
herself, changed, and slipped into my bed.
Shortly after that, the bathroom door
opened. Karry, wrapped only in a towel,
stepped out while drying his hair. When
he saw “me” on the bed, he stopped.
Perhaps he thought of how long it
had been since we last had sex, he
approached the bed and gently enveloped ”
me” in a hug. His voice was husky with
fatigue.
“Your period’s over.”
Before Celia could process his words,
she felt him lie down beside her. His hot
breath on her neck and a hand on her
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waist sent a shiver down her spine; her
breathing quickened.
A low chuckle rumbled from behind
her, followed by a shower of kisses on her
ear and neck. Celia couldn’t contain a soft
moan.
The sound stopped Karry in his
tracks. He got up abruptly, his voice laced
with disbelief.“Celia?!”
Downstairs, Karry sat on the sofa,
Celia huddled beside him, a blanket
draped over her shoulders, her face
flushed with embarrassment.
Karry’s face was dark and stormy, his
gaze fixed on me.“What was that all about?”
I hadn’t expected him to discover it
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so quickly, a pang of guilt hitting me. I
offered a weak excuse.“There was a
power cut at Celia’s place, so I let her stay
over for the night.”
“Then why was she sleeping in the
master bedroom?”
Karry clearly didn’t believe me.“The
guest room wasn’t ready. It was only one
night, so I let her use the master bedroom.”
His eyes blazed with anger; his chest
heaved. He was furious, but the priority
was getting Celia home.
He suppressed his anger, saying
nothing. He just took Celia’s hand and
left.
By the time he returned, I was back in
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our bedroom. Now that Celia was gone,
his fury erupted. He’d been side–eyeing my weird behavior for weeks, and tonight, the dam finally broke and he came at me with all the questions.
“What the hell are you doing? Is this
some new way to torment us?”
His blunt accusation stunned me.
Was that what he thought of me? A dull ache spread through my chest.
“I never wanted to torment you… I’m about to…” I stopped myself before telling
him the truth.
His
gaze was intense.”What do you
want? Tell me.”
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