“What’s the point of confessing now?” someone shouted. “Tristan, what happened last time? Tell us in detail!”
Tristan puffed up with pride.
“Watch me—straight to the dragon!”
Cassandra blocked him with a playful scolding.
“You’re too rebellious!”
While they were fooling around, Tristan tugged the strap of her swimsuit and let it fly.
The tie came undone in an instant.
Cassandra shrieked, but before anyone could see, Tristan swept her into his arms and barked,
“Turn around! Don’t look!”
The waves crashed as he carefully retied the string, his fingertips lingering across her bare back.
She flushed, breathless. Their eyes met—heat sparking in the air.
And I… I watched from the shadows.
Fully armed, masked, like a rat hiding in the dark, spying on my own wife glowing in the sunlight—pregnant with my child—while another man held her without restraint.
She didn’t resist. She looked like she enjoyed it.
Beside me, Ella shifted angrily, ready to charge out, but I seized her wrist and shook my head.
After a long hesitation, I dialed Cassandra’s number.
From a distance, I saw her screen light up.
She glanced at it, let it ring once, twice—never answering.