Sasha was on top of his desk, barely clothed. Her head tilted back, bra undone, lips parted, and my husband’s head between her legs.
She was moaning his name. Her body completely open to him. I stood at the door, frozen, waiting for him to notice me. But they were already naked, tangled in each other, already done with everything. Only then did he look up and see me standing there.
I saw his face. He was terrified. Sasha looked at me with guilt in her eyes.
“You know why I had to do this,” he said.
He tried to make me believe that taking another woman was something he had to do. Because I couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“I’m sorry, Luna Rosella,” Sasha said, dropping to her knees. “The Alpha needed my help. I couldn’t say no.”
She cried like she had been forced. Like she wasn’t just moaning and begging for more a few minutes ago. And Darius, my husband, had the audacity to pick up his clothes and order me to fix his tie.
I was crying as I helped him, but his eyes were cold.
“Stop crying. This is for the good of our family. You’ll understand one day. Everything I’m doing is for our marriage.”
No apologies. No excuses. He didn’t lie. He admitted it with pride, with certainty.