Page 8 of Beyond our Forever

I had no time to ask him to show me his magic, because as his lips touched my neck, electricity ran through my body, as if it had been struck by lightning. When his tongue drew a wet path over my skin, I could no longer deny him anything, my phone number being the least of it.

That night I entered the house feeling wonderfully exhilarated. My life had just been turned upside down, my story steered in an unexpected direction, because meeting Bruce had definitely not been in my plans.

But they say that the best things come when you aren’t looking for them.

I just had no idea how true that was.

We weren’t looking for each other, fate had a plan for us.

But I would have to pay the price for living in heaven, even if it were only temporary, and that would mean falling into hell.

More than fifteen years have passed since that night, and I have never regretted it. Bruce made me very happy, our happiness made even greater by him giving me the best gifts I have ever received.

My three children.

For them everything has been worth it.

Even the pain.

That does not mean that what is eating at me inside is more bearable. Because after living in Eden, living in hell is devastating.

I just hope that someday I can feel complete again.

Chapter 3

Present

With each step I take down the stairs, I return to reality, wishing I had more time to compose myself. It has only been a few hours since I spoke with Emilia, and still haven’t had time to process everything she told me. Now I have to see my husband and, for the sake of my children, pretend that everything is fine, and act as friends.

But I don’t think I can do it.

Frankly, I feel humiliated.

Jealous?

Envious?

No, none of that. It’s something else, something deeper.

How could he erase our entire history?

Because he’s a man, and for them there is nothing more magnetic than a good pair of tits. And my friend told me the blonde has great ones. So what can I do?

I close my eyes, then my world tilts when I slip on the wooden floor of the foyer. Just what I need right now, to trip and break my teeth, but then a pair of hands grabs my arms and catches me.

Hands I thought I would never feel on my body again. His touch is so powerful that it electrifies and burns me, but nothing is more powerful than his dark eyes as they seek out mine.

And his smile.

“Here’s the woman I married,” he says, still smiling at me.

Each of his words is like a bullet to my heart.

“Good afternoon, Bruce,” I reply, when I finally manage to recover.

“Did you do something to your hair?” he asks without answering my greeting.

“Nothing important,” I say. “You wanted to talk to me?”

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