Page 42 of His Vengeful Tradwife

One afternoon when she went to drop the kids off at a music program, I broke into her ship stateroom.

I felt like a heel going through her things, but I had to know.

I had to know if there was any hope for me.

I felt like I was goingmad.

Cringing inwardly, I rifled through her things, getting bolder and more desperate as I didn't find anything.

My fingers brushed by a stack of her tiny lacy thongs, and I clutched at them convulsively, suddenly burying my face in thepile, hoping for even one tiny whiff of Tallulah's intoxicating scent.

It used to beme. Tearing these panties from her luscious curves or pulling the tiny scraps of fabric impatiently aside to press my cock into her pink pussy, always impatient and feverish for my wife. Wanting her. Wanting her to need me.

I had expected her to cry and beg me to stay when I announced my divorce. I wanted her to tell me she'd doanythingto get me to stay. I wanted to feel that thrill of possessing her, knowing she was mine and couldn’t survive without me.

It hadn't worked out like that. Instead,Iwas the desperate one, the one begging for any scraps of her attention.

It had backfired and I was a fool.

Then finally, my trembling fingers found something. Underneath her panties her wedding ring was carefully wrapped in a scrap of cloth.

She hadn't forgotten it! She hadn't left it at home.

It must be a sign.

I turned the ring around in my fingers, wanting to vomit as I felt the words we'd had engraved onto our matching bands.

To death and beyond

Suddenly I felt my knees give way, and I sunk to the ground, tears prickling at my eyes.

To death and beyond

I had betrayed her in the worst, most unforgivable ways. How could I ever make it up?

If I was a good man, I'd let her go, allow her to find happiness elsewhere.

But I wasn't a good man

I was not letting Tallulah go, and I'd never had any intention of letting her go, even in the worst excesses of my mistakes.

Clutching the ring tighter in my hand, I attempted to stand up when I heard Tallulah behind me.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked sharply.

"Just--just looking for some hope," I croaked out.

She narrowed her eyes. "What's that in your hand?"

"Your ring," I said promptly. "I still believe in the vow, Tallulah. I still want you like that. To death and beyond. I neverstoppedwanting you like that."

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me.

"Come here, Maverick," she said. "I have something to show you."

Well, fuck, I knew my parents were going to pick the kids up and take them to a show, so maybe this was it. Maybe Tallulah was finally going to say she forgave me, or at least was willing to give me another chance.

"Put this gag in your mouth," my wife said in a sultry voice as she crooked her little finger and beckoned me farther into her bedroom.

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