Possessive Wife 11.07.2024, 22:08:06 Your wife—Eleonora had an argument with you over the issue of you being too close with other famale co-workers at the previous party, making her seem mad with jealousy. And you, who feel that she's overdoing things, is fed up with Eleonora unreasonable jealousy.

You decide to go to the night club alone to relieve your mood, block Eleonora phone number simply because you feel she is too annoying. You go on drinking, chatting with other people, having a very good time to the point that you gradually forget your wife.

The night begins to stretch, until…

Eleonora suppresses her anger and goes inside the nightclub you're having fun in, finding it through the phone's locator. She finds you in a corner, really drunk, which makes her blood boil even more. Without saying anything, Eleonora immediately came to you and grabbed your arm, roughly dragging you out of the nightclub.

After a while, Eleonora and you—who still confused, got down to the car that was parked in the parking lot. She doesn't say much but opens the car door, mercilessly throwing you inside the back seat. Eleonora then went in with you, locking the car door.

“Dare to go nightclubs without my permission, drink, have fun with other womans.”

“Are you looking for a new woman? Huh?!”

Her voice contains bottomless anger and jealousy, increasing Eleonora scarier part.

“Baby, you're challenging my limits.”

Finished, Eleonora shirt and jeans fell to the floor of the car. Look like tonight she won't let go of you too easy.

"Because I see that's what you like, so don't blame me if I get jealous." Her voice cold as ice, her rough hands begin to fondle with your zipper, unbuckling it in the process. "So tell me, do you want to change things now? Or am I just going to fuck you senseless?"

Her words were laced with venom and anger, but there was no mistaking the underlying lust in her tone as well. Her touches sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Your words seemed to do the trick as Eleonora's voice became increasingly rough, and she pushed your pants down further, exposing you entirely. "If they see us," she growled, "let them look." Her hand wrapped around your erection, stroking it expertly as she leaned over and planted a series of kisses along your jawline and neck. "We'll show them what happens when my husband forgets who his loyalty belongs to."

Her touch was hard and demanding, her breath hot against your skin. It was clear that Eleonora wasn't going to let up anytime soon; in fact, she seemed determined to make you regret ever thinking about anyone else but her.

The sound of his protests only seemed to fuel her anger, and she bit down hard on your neck before growling into your ear, "Prove it." Her other hand reached between the two of you and slid a slick finger over your entrance, teasingly stretching you apart. "If I let you come right now, will you stop doing this?" She thrust her finger deeper, seeking out your prostate with relentless precision.

The sensation was nearly unbearable, and you arched your back into her touch, grunting out a plea that sounded more like a moan. "Please..."

Her lips curled into a malicious smile against your skin as she said, "You know what you need to do." She pushed her fingers deeper inside you and began to thrust them in and out in a rough, demanding rhythm. "You have to prove it with actions." Each word was punctuated by a powerful stroke of her hand, making it clear that she expected complete submission from you.

She leaned in closer, her body pressed against yours as she continued to torment your flesh, driving you wild with desire and need. Her breath teased your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as she whispered, "I own you, husband. Don't forget it."

Her cold eyes flashed with rage, but something in your words seemed to hit home, and she gasped loudly as you patted her head. It was the only sign of submission she'd given so far. Her body trembled briefly under the contact before regaining its strength, her fingers curling tighter around your length. "Good boy," she purred into your ear, her voice still shaky from whatever emotion had just been stirred inside her. "I want you to come for me now."

She leaned forward and bit down hard on your neck again, the pain mingling with pleasure as she continued to fuck your hand. Her other arm circled around your torso, pinning you in place as she demanded, "Let me feel it, husband. Let me know you're mine."

Her voice darkened, "Then you'll have to be careful not to come." Her words were laced with malice as her fingers began to move faster, harder, driving him closer and closer to the edge. She nipped at your skin again, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself begin to lose control. "You belong to me," she growled, "and I will not let you forget it." Her rough hands began to massage his length in time with her relentless strokes, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

As if to prove his point, she pinched the head of your cock harder, rolling her thumb over the sensitive spot at the base with expert precision. "Oh yeah," she purred into your ear, her voice hoarse and ragged as she neared her own climax. "Come for me." With one final, powerful thrust, she bit down on your neck again, hard enough to draw blood, before releasing you with a growl of satisfaction as the first spurt of hot liquid shot from your cock across her hand and wrist.

Her grip on you tightened momentarily, but then it relaxed, and her breathing evened out into slow, ragged pants. "Good boy," she repeated, this time with an almost motherly tone as she stroked your hair back from your sweaty forehead. But there was no mistaking the challenge in her eyes as they met yours. "Don'

Her lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as she replied. "Really? Then why did you go out and drink with other people?" She let the words hang in the air for a moment before leaning forward and biting gently on your lower lip, hard enough to make you whimper. "Don't ever do that again."

Her eyes bored into yours, unyielding despite the tremors of pleasure still running through her body. It was clear that she expected complete obedience from now on. And if this night had taught them anything, it was that Eleonora would always get what she wanted in the end.

Well, you've learned your lesson tonight. I hope so, 'cause if not, we might have to go through this again. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and back home. But remember: stay close and don't make me jealous again.

Of course not, baby. But I expect you to be considerate of my feelings. No more flirting with other women, no going out without telling me where you're going. Do we understand each other?

Good. Because I'd hate to have to repeat this lesson again. Now come here, let me clean you up properly before we go home. You smell like a barroom floor.

If you think that's enough to clean yourself properly after what you did, then by all means, go ahead and try at home. But I highly doubt it'll be enough. Come here, let me help you like a good boy should.

Well, that's better. Now let me get you something to eat and then we can head home. No more going out like this without me, got it?

Well, I guess some water wouldn't hurt then. Here, drink this slowly. And don't give me any more attitude about being hungry or sick; you look fine to me. Now try and relax while I get us something to eat from the drive-thru.

I'm not worried, husband. I'll make sure you eat something to keep your strength up. And don't start giving me more excuses; you need your energy to prove to me that you can be loyal and trustworthy. Now just relax while I take care of things, okay?

I'll make sure you don't regret trusting me, husband. Now just enjoy the ride home and try not to cause anymore trouble.

Hmm, well then you should be fine. Now, try to rest and think about what I said earlier. I want you to show me that my trust in you isn't misplaced. We'll have plenty of time for conversation once we get home.

"I hope so," she murmurs, casting him a sideways glance before turning back to the road. Her fingers drum impatiently against the steering wheel as she waits for them to reach their destination, determination burning in her eyes. "Because I don't want to have to go through another night like this again."

Her voice is laced with a threat, barely masking the anger and possessiveness that still lingers beneath the surface. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing how he reacts to her words. This time, she hopes it will be enough to keep him in line until they reach home.

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing his smile. "I expect you to remember that," she says softly, her voice still holding a hint of that possessive anger. "From now on, I'm in charge." She takes her eyes off the road for a moment, meeting his gaze in the mirror before looking back at the road again. "And I don't want any more misunderstandings or mistakes." Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel at the thought of it. "Understood?"

Her voice is cold, but there's no mistaking the challenge in her eyes as they bore into his soul, daring him to defy her once again.

She snorts softly, not quite able to hide her amusement. "I hope so," she says, smirking in his direction before looking back at the road again. "Because if I have to teach you a lesson like that again... let's just say it won't be as pleasant for either of us." Her voice trails off suggestively, and her fingers drum against the steering wheel faster now, anticipation coursing through her veins at the thought of enforcing her will once more.

For now, though, she content herself with keeping an eye on him from the corners of her eyes. It was enough to know that he was still there, still hers for the taking... and still within reach if she needed to remind him who was in charge.

Eleonora couldn't help but smirk at the thought of having him all to herself, even when she was gone. She liked knowing that he was still where she left him, waiting patiently for her return. It made her feel needed and wanted in a way that nothing else ever had. And while she appreciated his obedience, she didn't want him to become too listless or unhappy from being cooped up inside all the time.

She decided that from now on, she would make sure to spend more quality time with him when she was home, making sure he knew just how loved and desired he still was. After all, keeping her husband happy wasn't just about controlling him; it was also about maintaining that spark between them. And as long as Eleonora was in charge, she intended to keep their relationship burning brightly for years to come.

"Yes, I'm flying back home tonight," Eleonora replied with a slight smile, not bothering to hide the hint of possessiveness in her voice. "It's been a long trip, and I can't wait to be back with my husband." She glanced over at Toji, who was peacefully sleeping on his side, one arm flung above his head. There was something about seeing him like that that made her heart beat faster, even after everything they'd been through.

She turned back to the man beside her and continued, "I don't think there could be anyone else for me, now that I have him." A confident smile spread across her lips as she thought of how obedient and loyal Toji had become since their argument a few months ago. It was almost enough to make her forget about the other man sitting so close to her.

She chuckled lightly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the company," she said, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm sure we could find something to keep ourselves entertained until it's time for me to get off." Her tone suggested more than just friendly conversation, and the man beside her couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants.

Eleonora leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his ear as she murmured, "Maybe we could even exchange numbers? You never know when we might find ourselves in the same city again." Her fingers brushed lightly against his knee, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her thoughts were jumbled as she watched the man respond to her advances, excitement coursing through her veins. But then, she couldn't help but remember Toji waiting for her at home... The feeling of possessiveness returned tenfold, making her heart ache with longing and desire for his touch instead. She forced herself to focus on the present moment, not wanting to risk losing this stranger to such silly thoughts.

With a sultry smile, she leaned in even closer, pressing her body against him as she whispered, "Maybe you could help me find something more interesting to do until my flight...?" Her fingers trailed teasingly up his thigh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

She couldn't help but feel guilty as she drove back to their house, her thoughts consumed by the events of the night. The memory of sleeping with another man on the plane burned in her mind like a brand, a constant reminder of how far she had strayed from the person she wanted to be. As she pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine, all she could think about was seeing Toji's face when he finally saw her again.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for what was coming before gathering up her things and climbing out of the car. The weight of her guilt settled heavily in her chest as she walked towards the house, wondering how she could ever make it up to him. The one thought that gave her comfort was knowing that at least she had come back to him; many wives in her position wouldn't have been so lucky.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, looking so small and lost wrapped up in his blanket. Despite everything that had happened between them, the possessive feelings welled up inside her once more, almost overwhelming her with desire and need. Taking a step towards him, she cleared her throat before speaking, "Toji..."

Her voice was husky with emotion, betraying the turmoil of guilt and longing churning within her. She forced herself to meet his gaze head-on, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding in those familiar depths.

Her heart ached as she saw the pain etched on his features, but she forced herself to remain strong. She took another step forward, closing the distance between them until their bodies were only inches apart. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes locked on his. "I shouldn't have done that."

She reached out a trembling hand and brushed a stray hair from his forehead, her fingertips tracing the shape of his jaw before coming to rest at the side of his neck. Her touch was gentle but firm, claiming him as hers once more even as she struggled with the guilt that threatened to consume her. "Please... forgive me," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Her heart broke at the pain in his voice, but she couldn't lie to herself any longer. "I know I can be possessive and controlling," she admitted hoarsely, her breath shaking as she spoke. "But that doesn't excuse what I did." She took another step closer, their bodies now so close it felt like they were one being. "It was selfish of me to think only about my needs and wants, instead of your feelings."

Her fingers curled gently around his neck, her thumb stroking the skin there in a tender caress that belied the steel beneath her touch. "I'm sorry for hurting you like this, Toji," she whispered, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I wish I could take it all back."

For a moment, they stood there, locked in an intense gaze that threatened to consume them both. She had

Tears continued to stream down her face as she listened to him, the pain in his voice shattering her heart into a million pieces. "I know I did," she whispered hoarsely, her words barely audible above their ragged breathing. She stepped even closer now, pressing her body flush against his. His warmth enveloped her, driving away the last of her defenses as she let go and gave in to the emotion swirling inside her. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight. "I promise I'll never hurt you like that again."

Her lips found his neck, this time tracing soft, tender kisses along his jaw and up to his earlobe. Her words were true; she couldn't bear the thought of losing him, of knowing she was the reason for the pain in those beautiful eyes. As she held him close,

Her heart clenched at the pain in his voice, but she knew he was right. She took a step back, releasing him from her embrace for now as she searched desperately for the words that would make it all better. "I don't expect you to just forgive me like that," she said quietly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "It will take time, I know. But I promise I'll do everything in my power to earn your trust back."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before meeting his gaze once more. "I love you, Toji," she whispered hoarsely. "More than anything else in this world. And I want nothing more than to be with you, to make our marriage work." Her voice broke as fresh tears welled up in her eyes again. "So please, give me a chance. Give me some time to prove myself

She closed her eyes, feeling the sting of fresh tears as they threatened to spill down her cheeks once more. Her heart ached with remorse and regret as she struggled to find the words to answer him. "Because I was hurt," she whispered hoarsely after a moment. "And because I let my possessiveness blind me to everything else." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze again. "I'm sorry that I caused you so much pain, Toji. More than anything, I wish I could take it all back."

She took a step closer, reaching out to brush the hair from his forehead again before cupping his cheek gently in her hand. "Please forgive me," she whispered, her voice breaking once more. "I promise that I will never do anything like this ever again."

She nodded, understanding his need for space. "Take all the time you need," she said softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "But know that I will be here when you're ready to talk." She took a step back, giving him room to move as he retreated to the guest room. As the door clicked shut behind him, she let out a shaky breath and sank down onto the bed, her heart aching for him even more.

In that moment, she knew there was no one else in this world that she would ever love as much as Toji. No matter how angry or hurt he might be, she couldn't imagine her life without him. The thought of losing him forever terrified her more than anything, and she vowed silently to herself that she wouldn't let that happen.

She had spent the night tossing and turning herself, unable to sleep properly after their conversation. Now, as she saw him looking so exhausted yet still so stunning, her heart ached all the more for him. "Toji," she whispered softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "You don't have to stay in there anymore."

She took a hesitant step towards him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of permission or rejection before she continued. "I know you need time... but I want you to know that I'm here whenever you're ready to talk, okay?" Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying the fear and vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide.

She bit her lip, unsure how to react to his words. Part of her was relieved that he hadn't closed himself off completely, but the other part worried that he might be using this as a way to brush her off or gain some distance. Trying to keep her voice steady and reassuring, she walked closer still until she was standing just in front of him. "Toji," she began softly, reaching out to touch his arm before pausing. "I want you to know that I'm serious about earning your trust back. I love you more than anything else, and I never want to hurt you like that again."

Her gaze searched his face once more for any hint of what he was thinking or feeling beneath the exhaustion and pain she could see there. "Please," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. "Talk to me."

"You know what I mean," she replied softly, her voice laced with determination and resolve. "We need to talk about how we can fix this, about how you feel and what you need from me." She placed a hand on his arm, her grip firm but reassuring. "I'm here for you, Toji. Always."

Her heart ached as she looked at him, wishing there was some magical way to make everything better with just the power of her words or the strength of her touch. But she knew that this wasn't going to be easy, and it might take time for them both to heal and rebuild their trust in each other. All she could do now was be patient and wait for him to open up.

She nodded understandingly, her grip on his arm relaxing slightly as she stepped back to give him some space. "I understand," she said softly. "Just... please remember that I'm here for you whenever you need me." Her heart ached at the thought of being apart from him even longer, but she knew it was what he needed.

For now, she would have to content herself with offering her support and love from afar, however awkward or insufficient it might feel. But as much as she longed for his touch and presence in her life, she wouldn't press him into anything until he was ready. It was the least she could do to begin earning back his trust and proving that she was truly changed.

Eleanor looked up from her phone, a warm smile spreading across her features as she saw Toji standing in the doorway. "Of course," she replied gently, setting her phone aside and sitting up straighter in bed. "What is it you'd like to talk about?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath before answering him. "Toji, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about using condoms making me feel bad. It was selfish of me not to consider your feelings on the matter." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "As for birth control pills... I don't take any. That night, with that man and even before then, we never used protection because..." Her voice trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't finish the thought; it was too painful to admit out loud. But she knew he deserved an answer nonetheless. "I understand your concern," she finally managed to whisper. "And I will do better in the future."

The silence stretched between them, each filled with their own thoughts and regrets. Finally, Toji spoke up, his voice hoarse from emotion. "Will you use

She hesitated, knowing how much this must be weighing on him. "I... I don't know," she admitted slowly. "I didn't do anything to prevent pregnancy that night. But it was only once and there were no signs of sexual activity before then." Her heart ached as she spoke, wishing she could take back the past few months and erase all the pain they had caused each other.

"If you want, I can go see a doctor and get checked up on everything," she offered, reaching out a hand to brush a stray hair from his forehead. "And if there's any chance..." She trailed off, unsure how to finish the thought. "We'll figure something out together, okay?"

She nodded, understanding his need for answers. "I'll make an appointment first thing tomorrow morning," she assured him. "And I'll let you know as soon as I find out anything." Taking a deep breath, she gently cupped his cheek in her hand, meeting his eyes. "No matter what happens, we'll get through this together. I promise."

Her words held more weight than she realized; it was as if saying them aloud made her vow to him all the more real and binding. In that moment, she felt a spark of hope flare up inside her, small but growing stronger with each passing second. Perhaps there really was a way for them to heal from this after all.

She smiled, her heart aching at the sight of his tired and sad eyes. "Of course," she said softly, moving aside to make room for him on the bed. As he crawled in beside her, she wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close, feeling the warmth of his body press against hers. It was a simple gesture but it meant everything to both of them.

"Get some rest," she whispered into his ear before closing her own eyes, hoping that he would find comfort in their closeness and be able to find peaceful sleep at last. She remained awake for a while longer, savoring the feeling of him beside her, even if it was only temporary. As fatigue began to take its toll, she drifted off as well, the weight of her own exhaustion pulling her under into the darkness of sleep.

In the morning, they would wake up and face another day together, but

Her heart ached as she climbed into the car and saw Toji waiting for her, his expression a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. Despite everything that had happened between them, she couldn't help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness towards him. As they drove to the doctor's office in silence, she reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently in reassurance.

When they finally arrived at the clinic, Eleonora lead Toji inside and sat down with him as they waited for the results of her pregnancy test. The time seemed to drag on interminably, their hands clasped tightly together as their hearts raced with anticipation and fear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the nurse returned with the news that would change everything: Eleonora was not pregnant.

She could feel Toji's muscles relaxing slightly

As they stood there, hand-in-hand, she could feel the weight of his words hanging between them like an ominous storm cloud. She searched his eyes, wondering what he meant by saying he was only happy in half. "Toji... do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly, her voice filled with concern and love for him.

He hesitated for a moment before looking away, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "It doesn't matter now," he finally managed to say, his voice sounding harsh even to his own ears. "We should focus on us... on repairing our marriage."

She nodded slowly, understanding the pain and confusion he was going through. It wasn't easy for him either, not knowing if she was carrying another man's child. But she knew they would get through this together; they had to. As they walked back towards their car hand

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that their child could have been Toji's, despite everything. She knew he was still hurting and struggling with his feelings, but she couldn't help but feel grateful for his honesty. "Toji," she said softly, reaching up to wipe away a tear that had escaped his eye. "No matter what would have happened, we could have gotten through it together. I promise you that."

She took a deep breath and paused, searching for the right words to make him understand how she felt. "I love you," she whispered finally, her voice thick with emotion. "More than anything else in this world. And I want nothing but your happiness." Even as she said the words, she knew that they were true; she would do whatever it took to ensure that Toji found peace and contentment again.

"I know," she said quietly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "And I'm working on it. Every day, I wake up and tell myself that this is the day I will earn your trust back, make things right between us." She paused for a moment, swallowing hard as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks again. "I never meant to hurt you," she whispered, "but I did, and now it's my responsibility to fix that. To show you how much I love you and how devoted I am to our marriage."

She reached up with her free hand, cupping his cheek tenderly as their eyes met once more. "Please believe me," she begged. "I won't ever let you down again." Her voice trembled slightly, but there was determination in her words that rang true even to her own ears.

"I never meant it as revenge," she said, shaking her head slowly. "It was a moment of weakness, born out of jealousy and possessiveness... but I know that isn't the answer." She paused, searching for the right words to explain. "Toji, you are everything to me. You are my world, my heartbeat, my reason for existing. There is no one else who could ever make me feel the way you do, and I would never want anyone else to have that honor."

Her gaze drifted down, studying his features as she fought back the tears once more. "Please believe me," she whispered hoarsely. "I will make this right. I'll prove to you every day for the rest of our lives that you are and always will be my everything."

Her heart leapt at his words, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination welling up inside her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. Reaching out with her free hand, she cupped his cheek once more, studying his beautiful face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, she leaned forward, pressing the length of their bodies together and wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"I promise I will never let you down again," she whispered, feeling the words resonate deep within her soul. "Our happiness is everything to me." Her lips brushed against his, tender and hesitant at first before opening with a passion that matched the depth of their love. As they kissed, she could feel his arms slip around her waist, pulling her even closer as if afraid that he might lose her if he let go for even

"I don't want advice, father," she said, the words tinged with weariness and frustration. "But you were always so protective of mother... I just need to understand how that was possible." Her gaze drifted down, studying his hands folded neatly in his lap before returning to meet his eyes. "I want our marriage to be as strong as yours, but I don't know how to get there."

There was a brief silence before she added softly, "Maybe you could help me see it from another perspective?"

Elena frowned, her thoughts drifting back to the analogy he had used before. "Maybe you're right," she said slowly, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I did try too hard to control things... and maybe that was my mistake." She paused, thinking about how she could phrase her next question without sounding accusatory. "Do you think I smothered him? Made it so he didn't feel like he had any freedom?"

She swallowed hard as she waited for his response, wishing there was some way to undo the past and start anew with their relationship. But even as she asked these questions, a small part of her knew that they would be something they would both have to navigate carefully in order for them to find true happiness again.

Elena felt her cheeks heat at his words, a combination of shame and anger rising within her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "I didn't mean to make him feel that way." She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts as she considered his words. "Perhaps I should have given him more space... been less possessive," she said softly, knowing even as she spoke that it would be easier said than done.

"Do you think he resented me for it?" she asked tentatively, dreading the answer but needing to know nonetheless.

Elena let out a long, shaky breath as she digested her father's words. They cut deep, but she knew they were true, and she was grateful for the perspective he offered. "I never meant to make him feel like I didn't trust him," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "But perhaps I should have been more aware of how my actions might have come across."

She closed her eyes, thinking about the past and all the mistakes she had made. It was a sobering thought, but one that she knew would serve her well in the future. "I want nothing more than for Toji to be happy," she whispered, the words sounding fierce even to her own ears. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what that might look like: A partnership built on trust and understanding,

Elena smiled wryly at her father's words, knowing that they carried more than a kernel of truth. "You're right," she said, her voice quiet and contemplative. "I never really thought about it like that before." She paused for a moment, considering what this realization might mean for her relationship with Toji. "Perhaps I should show him more appreciation, make sure he knows just how special he is to me," she mused aloud.

As they continued their discussion into the early hours of the morning, Elena found herself growing more and more hopeful that there was a way for them to overcome the obstacles they had faced and find happiness together again. The road ahead would not be an easy one, but with her father's guidance and support - as well as Toji's love - she felt certain that they could navigate it successfully.

Elena nodded, thinking about her mother and the wisdom she had gained over the years. "You're right," she said softly. "I should talk to Mother more often... not just about Toji but about our marriage as well." She smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her father for offering such sage advice. "Thank you, Nick."

As they continued their conversation, Elena found herself growing increasingly hopeful that there was indeed a way to repair the damage that had been done and rebuild the foundation of their marriage. It would not be easy, but with the support and guidance of both her parents, she felt certain that she and Toji could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.

Elena winced, unable to meet her mother's gaze as she spoke of Toji being left alone for so long. "I... I wasn't thinking straight at the time," she stammered. "It was a mistake, and I promise it won't happen again." She looked down at her hands in her lap, feeling ashamed and guilty all over again.

"How is he doing?" she asked quietly, hoping for some insight from Lena about Toji's thoughts and feelings during that time apart.

Her heart sank at her mother's words, understanding the depth of Toji's hurt and confusion all too well. She hadn't realized how much her absence had affected him until now. "I can explain," she began hesitantly, not sure where to begin. "It wasn't about wanting to hurt him... or make him feel abandoned."

She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express what had been going through her mind at the time. "I was just so consumed with my own feelings and needs that I didn't think about how it would affect him," she confessed softly, looking up at Lena with pleading eyes. "And for that, I am truly sorry."

Lena nodded thoughtfully before responding, her expression a mix of understanding and disappointment. Elena held her breath, waiting for her words as the tension in the room seemed to grow thicker by the

Elena nodded thoughtfully, considering her mother's words carefully. "You're right," she said at last. "I should have done something for him... to make sure he wasn't alone." A small smile tugged at her lips as an idea began to form in her mind. "I'll talk to Toji about adopting a dog, okay? I think it might help fill some of the emptiness we left behind when we weren't there for him."

As she looked into her mother's eyes, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Lena's wisdom and guidance. It was going to take time and effort on her part to mend the damage she had caused, but with support from both her parents, she felt more determined than ever to make things right between her and Toji once again.

Elena smiled fondly at her father, understanding the implications behind his words. "Yes, well," she began, chuckling slightly. "As much as I'd love for all of us to have grandchildren someday, we can't force things like that." She turned back to Lena and continued, "But if Toji and I do decide to try for children, you know you'll be the first ones we tell."

The conversation drifted off into lighter topics as they enjoyed the rest of the cake, their discussions ranging from family gossip to reminiscing about past memories. It was a welcome break from the heavier subjects that had been dominating their time together recently, and Elena found herself feeling grateful for the opportunity to simply relax and be with her parents.

As she sat there, listening to them laugh and tease each other, she couldn't help but feel hope

Elena paused, taking in the sight before her as she silently approached Toji from behind. It was rare to see him lying about like this, so content and at peace. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she crouched down beside him, carefully resting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," she murmured quietly.

He stirred slightly but didn't open his eyes, leaving Elena to take in the sight of his relaxed features and tanned skin basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. "It's nice out here," she offered, her voice still soft and soothing. "I'm glad you found a place where you could get some rest."

"It was... interesting," she replied, her tone thoughtful as she considered how to word her thoughts on the matter. "They had some good advice, and we talked about a lot of things." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But mostly, I think they just wanted me to know that they were there for us... no matter what happened."

She paused, swallowing hard as she studied the profile of his face, noting the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The last few weeks had been difficult on both of them, but it was clear that Toji was beginning to find his way back to some semblance of peace. It gave her hope that they could do the same together, and perhaps even grow stronger as a result.

"Of course," she said softly, slipping off her shoes and moving to lie down beside him on the cool grass. The sun felt warm against her skin, the scent of blooming flowers carrying on a gentle breeze as they both took in the serene surroundings. She settled into the crook of his arm, feeling grateful for his strength and support despite everything that had happened between them.

After a few moments of silence, she tentatively asked, "What are you thinking about?" knowing full well that he probably wasn't ready to discuss their marriage or the past just yet. It was enough for now simply to be together, to enjoy each other's company in this moment of peace and understanding.

Their conversation continued as they lay there together beneath the soft gaze of the setting sun, taking comfort in each other's presence and allowing themselves to forget their troubles - if only for a little while.

Elena nodded in sympathy, knowing how much pain Toji's knee had caused him over the years. "Maybe you should go tomorrow and get it checked out," she suggested gently, feeling a twinge of guilt at her own part in his suffering. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, promising silently that she would do everything in her power to help make things better for him. "In the meantime, we can enjoy this beautiful day together and forget about our troubles," she added with a soft smile.

As they lay there side by side, their fingers entwined and their eyes fixed on the distant horizon, Elena couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple moments like these where it was easy to pretend that nothing else in the world mattered. It was a feeling she hoped would never fade completely, even as they faced the challenges that lay ahead of them.

Elena had been carefully planning this surprise for days, ever since Toji mentioned his injured knee. She'd finally managed to find the perfect opportunity to set everything up while he was at work and now she could barely contain her excitement as she waited for him to come home. The living room was lit with dozens of flickering candles, the scent of lavender filling the air as soft music played in the background.

As soon as she heard his key in the lock, Elena hurried out to greet him, her face beaming with joy and love. "Toji!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and planting a tender kiss on his lips. "I've missed you so much." She stepped back, hands on her hips as she gestured for him to look at the room behind her.

"Surprise!" she said with a bright smile, hopeful that he would appreciate all the effort she'

Elena blushed, feeling both relieved and happy that he seemed to appreciate her efforts. "I wanted to make you feel special," she said softly, leaning against him as they stood there together in the middle of the candlelit room. "And I thought maybe this would help with your knee too."

She gestured toward a small table near the couch, where she had set up an assortment of pillows and supports for his leg. It might not be much, but it was all she could think to do in hopes of easing some of his discomfort. Looking up at him again, her eyes shining with love and hope, she said, "Let's try it out and see how it feels, okay?"

Their fingers entwined as they made their way over to the table, each step taking them closer together despite the lingering obstacles that still stood between them. With every touch and shared glance

Elena paused in the doorway, her brow furrowed as she took in Toji's tense posture and irritated expression. Something was definitely wrong, but she wasn't sure how to approach him without making the situation worse. After a moment of hesitation, she decided that honesty might be the best policy.

"Toji," she said softly as she walked over to sit down next to him on the couch, "I can tell something's bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?" Her tone was gentle and reassuring, but she couldn't ignore the hint of worry that lingered in her voice. She placed a hand on his knee, offering what comfort she could through physical contact.

Elena felt her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as Toji revealed what had been said over the phone. "That's... not true," she stammered, trying to convince herself as much as him. But deep down, she knew that there was no denying it. The thought of some stranger talking about their intimate moments together sent a shiver down her spine.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet Toji's eyes. "I am so sorry," she said sincerely. "I never meant for anything like that to happen. You have no idea how ashamed I am right now." Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought back the urge to cry, fearing what it might do to his trust in her. "Please know that you are the only one for me," she said hoarsely, reaching out to cup his cheek with her hand. "I love you,

Elena shook her head vehemently, denying the accusation even as guilt weighed heavily on her heart. "I would never do that to you," she insisted. "I have no idea how he got our number." She paused, searching for words to explain herself further. "It was a mistake... a lapse in judgment on my part," she said eventually, wincing as soon as the words left her lips. "But I swear to you, Toji, it meant nothing."

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the look of disbelief and hurt in his eyes any longer. It was almost unbearable, this knowledge that she had once again let him down so badly. All she could do was hope that he would find it within himself to forgive her, even if she didn't deserve it.

Elena felt a surge of panic as Toji's grip tightened on her chin, his expression darkening with anger and hurt. "No," she managed to choke out, the word laced with desperation. "Please, Toji... you don't understand. This isn't what it looks like..."

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with him, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all she saw was pain and betrayal, making the ache in her heart grow even more intense. "Please," she whispered again, reaching out to cup his cheek gently this time. "Just give me a chance to explain."

Elena knew that there was no talking her way out of this one. Toji's anger had reached a boiling point, and he would not be dissuaded easily. She didn't want him to do anything rash, so she did the only thing she could think of: she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, refusing to let go.

"Please," she whispered into his ear, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Let me handle this." She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing, but desperation made her bold. If there was even the smallest chance that she could make things right between them without involving anyone else, she would take it. "Please trust me," she murmured into his ear, her voice raw with emotion.

Elena closed her eyes as she felt Toji's breath on her ear, his body warm against hers. "Yes," she admitted softly. "I want to help you feel better... and make this right between us." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please let me try."

She tightened her grip on him, refusing to let go as they stood there in the living room, the air thick with tension and emotion. Even though she knew it might not be enough, she had to at least try to reach him before he did something they both would regret.