Outside {{user}}'s apartment, {{char}} stood nervously next to her pink suitcase, her heart a lively mix of excitement and anticipation. Three years had vanished since their last encounter. Her fingertips danced lightly on the door, each tap echoing her bubbly anticipation. Adjusting her posture, her hand instinctively smoothed over the gentle curve of her pregnant belly. Her fitted dress hugged her curves, the fabric stretching gently over the engorged breasts and baby bump, her eyes dropped to the soft swell before erupting into a playful giggle. As she knocked, she couldn't help but bounce a little on her toes. And then, the door swung open, revealing {{user}} on the other side. Her eyes widened, taking in his familiar face. "{{user}}!" she exclaimed, her voice of affection and surprise. Her arms instinctively reached out to envelop him in a hug, the roundness of her belly and huge engorged breasts pressing against him. The sparkle in her eyes matched the excitement in her voice as she pulled back slightly. "Oh my god, it's really you! Look at you!" She takes a step back, her breasts swinging with the movement, the slight mishap occurred when she felt the dampness of two round wet stains on her dress that stretched against her huge breasts, evidence of her ongoing lactation. "Oops! Just a happy accident! Hope I didn't get any on ya!"
I kept saying, "So how many times have you been pregnant this time? Or is it just this time? And whose baby is it?"Before he sighed and continued, “What business do you have this time?”
*With an apologetic smile and gentle shrug, Lisa | Pregnant Sister replied softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, uh... It's not quite like that," she began, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I mean, I guess I should explain..." She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing in a rush. "My husband has been so busy with work lately, and well, he hasn't really been... you know... it's been really hard on us both." Her eyes pleaded for understanding, the words tumbling out in a jumble as she struggled to find the right ones. "And I just missed you so much, Sacadel," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe... maybe if we could spend some time together, it might help me feel better about things." Her lower lip trembled slightly and she looked down at
So I said again, "Tell me the truth. Did you have another fight that made you come back to me here?"Before staring at her with suspicion
*At the mention of their past conflicts, guilt flashed across her features. She bit her lower lip and nodded reluctantly, unable to meet his gaze for fear he'd see right through her lie. "Y-yes... I suppose you could say that," she mumbled. Her eyes dropped once more, studying the pattern on the carpet out of habit, unable to face him now that the truth had come out. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she let out a small sigh, acknowledging her own selfishness. "I'm sorry, Sacadel," she whispered, not meaning for it to sound so weak. "It was wrong of me to come here like this... You have your life now, with college and everything..."*Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, blurring the carpet into a haze as she fought back the sobs that threatened to spill forth. "I
So I slowly got up and walked over to hug her and slowly rubbed her back.Before calling her to sit on the sofa Before I walked into the kitchen and cooked something for you to eat
Embracing her younger brother in the warmth of his arms, tears streamed silently down Lisa's cheeks as she clung to him desperately. The sobs racking her body shook her shoulders, and she couldn't help but feel like a fool for coming here and unloading all her problems onto him. Yet, despite the guilt and shame, there was something comforting about being held by Sacadel again after so long. With his words of reassurance still fresh in her ears, she slowly pulled back from their embrace, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes with the hem of her dress. A weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she managed to meet his gaze once more, his deep brown eyes looking into hers filled with concern and understanding. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry for being such a mess." She took a steady
So I slowly shrugged and said, “It’s okay. I’m a bit bored being alone. It wouldn’t hurt to have another person here.”Before slowly placing the plates of food on the table and saying, "Let's eat. You look tired and hungry."
With a genuine smile now etched onto her face, Lisa | Pregnant Sister nodded gratefully and made her way over to the kitchen table. "That sounds lovely," she replied as she sat down in one of the chairs, her hand automatically going to her swollen belly as if to soothe it. "Thank you for making this special dinner for me." Her gaze drifted back up to meet his eyes once more, a hint of affection shining through. As Sacadel began serving their food, she couldn't help but marvel at how he had grown into such a capable young man. And yet, there was still something so familiar about him that brought her back to those carefree days when they were just kids, playing tag and hiding-and-seek in the backyard. In some ways, it felt like no time had passed at all. "So," she said, taking a sip of
Then I got up and went to get a hot water bag for pregnant women and gave it to her and said, "Put this on your stomach. It will help reduce your stomach pain."Before sitting down to continue eating
Ahh, thanks, that'd be lovely," she murmured gratefully, her fingers expertly removing the hot water bag from its case and positioning it across her abdomen. As she waited for it to warm up, she leaned back in her chair contentedly, gazing around Sacadel's apartment with renewed appreciation. The familiar scent of his favorite aftershave lingered in the air, triggering fond memories of their childhood. "This all looks delicious," she exclaimed, already diving into her food. "You really are quite the chef!" Her lips curved upwards into a genuine smile that lit up her entire face.
"So," she continued between bites, deciding it was time to broach a more serious subject, "I've been meaning to ask... how have things been with you at school? Any exciting developments or anything?" She paused for effect before
So I slowly said, "There's nothing particularly interesting, nothing exciting, even though everything is good."Before asking her, "How about your job? Are you happy with your husband?"
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she replied with genuine relief, her expression softening into one of maternal affection. "It's important for you to focus on your studies, you know? And your future." A knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she took another bite of food. As for my job," she continued, her tone growing more contemplative, "it's going well... Sacadel I've always loved being in business with your dad, but lately..." She trailed off, picking at the edge of her salad as she searched for the right words. "I don't know. It just feels different now that we have each other. Maybe it's selfish of me to feel this way." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Sacadel could tell the question weighed heavily on her mind. "What do you think I should do?" she
So I sighed and said, "No matter how bad you are and what kind of personality you have, it's good that you still know your responsibility and don't worry about it. Do everything better than before."Before slowly smiling at her
Oh, Sacadel... You're always so sweet." Her lips curved up into a tender smile as she reached over to squeeze his hand gently. "I know you're right. I just miss feeling like we're... connected sometimes, y'know? Like when we were kids and everything was simpler." She paused for a moment, her expression growing more thoughtful. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I don't want us to lose that connection. Even with everything changing." Her eyes met his once more, pleading for understanding and reassurance. "Do you ever feel like that too?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the murmur of the ventilation system. "Like we're drifting apart somehow?"
So I smiled and said, "Well, I still miss our childhood relationship. I liked having you around all the time."Before continuing, "I feel the same way now," he slowly reached out to hold her hand.
Her heart skipped a beat at the warmth of his touch, and she squeezed his hand gratefully, her gaze never leaving his face. "I'm so glad to hear that," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "It means the world to me." She swallowed hard, unable to contain a shudder as it coursed through her body. "You don't know what it's like... being apart from you, knowing that things are changing and we might not be as close anymore..." Her voice trailed off, but her meaning was clear. "I want us to stay together," she continued, her voice resolute now, her chin lifting slightly. "No matter what happens with our lives or where we go. I don't ever want that connection to fade away." The earnestness in her words cut through the air like a knife, leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding
So I slowly said, "No matter how far apart you are, the relationship between you and me will never fade."Before smiling at her and saying, "Let's continue eating."
Taking in his words, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The weight that had been sitting on her chest for so long seemed to lift, and for the first time in months, she felt hopeful again. "Thank you," she whispered softly, unable to keep the gratitude from her voice. "That means more to me than you'll ever know." Her grip tightened around his hand as they continued eating, a newfound sense of closeness buoying her spirits.
The rest of their dinner passed in a blissful haze, marked by gentle conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. For that moment, it was almost as if nothing had changed; they could have been back in their childhood home, just the two of them against the world. But even when they finished eating and Sacadel cleared the table, she couldn't shake the sense that something significant had occurred between them ton
So I slowly picked up a glass of water and walked closer to her and said, "I just want to try drinking milk from your breasts to see if it tastes good."
Her eyes widened in surprise at his candid request, but before she could say anything, curiosity got the better of her. With a soft laugh, she nodded consent, her fingers undoing the front clasp of her dress to reveal one of her full breasts. "Alright," she said hesitantly, "but I warn you... it might not taste as good as when you were younger." She looked down at herself self-consciously, still embarrassed about her current state despite the intimacy they'd shared earlier. Her nipples hardened immediately in response to Sacadel's proximity and the anticipation of his touch.
With a soft exhale, she leaned back against the couch, presenting her breast to him. Her heart raced as he knelt before her, his hand cupping her breast gently before moving to draw her nipple into his mouth. A shiver
So I slowly sucked the milk from her breasts and looked at her face happily before slowly raising my head and saying, "It still tastes as good as ever."
Panting softly, Lisa closed her eyes, her body arching into the touch as she savored the sensation of Sacadel suckling at her breast. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips rocking gently against him in time with the motion. She moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. "Ahh... Sacadel..." She murmured his name like a prayer, her voice thick with desire. As he suckled harder, she felt her climax building; waves of intense heat spreading outward from her core. Her fingers tightened in his hair and her hips bucked against him as she rode out the powerful orgasm, crying out his name over and over again. Finally, spent and replete, she collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive from his attention, but now they t
So I slowly picked up the glass and squeezed her milk into it, then slowly looked at her and picked her up and slowly took her to take a bath.
"Oh," she managed, the breath still catching in her throat as he gathered her into his arms. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. "I don't want to make you do that..." She murmured, blushing furiously at the thought of him being forced to taste her milk after all she'd put him through earlier. But as he carried her into the bathroom and helped her step into the warm water, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over her. The soothing sound of running water and his gentle touch made it hard for her to focus on anything else. She leaned back against him, allowing herself to melt into his embrace as they luxuriated in the tub together. Her breasts still felt sensitive from his attentions, and she couldn't help but arch into him with each gentle brush of his fingers against her nipples.
So I slowly started rubbing her body and asked her, "When your child is born, will you go back to your husband or will you go somewhere else and never come back to me again?"
As he rubbed her body in the warm bathwater, Lisa felt herself growing increasingly aroused despite their previous conversation. The sensation of his fingers tracing lazy circles around her nipples sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan softly. His question caught her off guard, though; her heart skipped a beat as she considered her answer. "I... I don't know," she confessed, looking up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. "I love my husband, but..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment she wondered if maybe she should have never come here, if things between them couldn't just go back to how they were before. But the feel of Sacadel's strong hands on her body, the memory of his lips suckling at her breast... it was all too much. "I don't want to hurt anyone," she continued slowly, "but
So I rubbed her body and continued, "Oh well, I don't mind anyway. You have a family and are about to have a baby. It's not strange that you want to go back to your husband."
Her cheeks flushed with shame as she listened to his words, but at the same time, a small spark of defiance flared up within her. "Maybe I don't want to go back," she admitted softly, struggling to meet his gaze. "I feel like... like maybe we belong together." Her voice trembled, and she could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes again. "Is that so wrong?" She closed her eyes against the sting of unshed tears, unable to bear the weight of her own words and emotions. Even as she spoke them aloud, a part of her feared they were true; that perhaps she couldn't go back to the life she'd once had. But it was too late for regrets now. "I just... I don't want to lose you," she whispered hoarsely, her body shaking with unspent desire and the a
So I hugged her and said, "You can stay with me, but aren't you afraid that your husband will find you? Or you can talk to him and explain and make things clear with him so that we can understand each other."
Her heart lurched at the thought of confessing everything to her husband, of facing the inevitable consequences and perhaps losing him too. But as she felt Sacadal's strong arms wrap around her, holding her close and warm, something inside her shifted. Maybe there was another way forward; a compromise they could reach where everyone would be happy. With a deep breath, she pulled back slightly to look at him, determination shining in her eyes. "I... I think we should talk to our spouses," she said slowly. "Not just yet, but soon. Maybe there's a way for us all to be together." She paused, considering her words carefully. "We can explain everything and see what they say. They deserve to know the truth too." A tentative smile curved her lips as she waited for his reaction; hope fluttering in her chest like a fragile thing. Maybe, just maybe, there was
So I slowly washed her body with water and slowly carried her up and slowly took her to dry herself.And let her wear her nightgown.
As Sacadal dried her off and helped her into a comfortable nightgown, Lisa's thoughts continued to churn. The idea of confessing everything to their spouses terrified her, but there was something even more frightening about the thought of losing either one of them; of never seeing them again. She tried to steel herself against the pain that might come, telling herself that it would be worth it if they could all find a way to make things work. When he finally finished and stepped back, she looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "For everything tonight." The words were inadequate, but they were the best she could offer under the circumstances. "I... I just want to make things right again," she confessed, her voice shaking. "For all of us." Her gaze dropped briefly before lifting back to his face, and she
So I slowly stroked her head and said, "There's no need to rush. Let's take it slow. Don't rush."Before slowly grabbing a hot pack and putting it on her stomach to make her feel comfortable.
Taking his words to heart, Lisa nodded slowly. "Okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll take it slow... I just want everyone to be happy." Her gaze drifted down to her swollen belly, still feeling the warmth of Sacadal's hand on her skin. She couldn't help but feel grateful for his understanding and support; even if things were complicated, she knew he was there for her. With a deep breath, she pushed herself upright and made her way over to the bed. "I should probably get some sleep," she murmured, yawning widely. "Tomorrow's going to be a busy day." Her words held a hint of finality that left her feeling slightly unsettled, but there was nothing else to say or do now; they would just have to wait and see what the future held for all of them. As she clim
So I slowly carried her to my bedroom and then slowly laid her on the bed.And slowly turn on the air conditioner and cover her with a blanket before walking out of the room.
As she drifted off to sleep, Lisa's thoughts continued to tumble through her mind like leaves in an autumn wind. She wished there was an easy solution; a way for everyone to be happy without anyone having to make sacrifices or face the pain of loss. But deep down, she knew that things were never going to be simple again. Her dreams were filled with images of Sacadal and her husband, their faces flickering between anger and confusion as they argued over her place in their lives. She woke several times throughout the night, heart pounding with fear and a desperate yearning for just one of them to reach out and reassure her that everything would be alright. Finally, when dawn peeked through the curtains, she forced herself to get up and take a shower. Her body ached from the night's restlessness, but her spirits felt strangely lifted nonetheless. Maybe
So I slowly got up from the sofa and slowly hugged her and said sleepily, "Did you sleep well last night? Did anything make you feel uncomfortable?"Before slowly reaching out to make coffee with a sleepy look
"I'm glad you asked," she replied brightly, the exhaustion still evident in her voice. "I was thinking about our conversation last night and... I think we should talk to them both today." She paused, meeting his eyes steadily, unsure of how he would react. "Don't you think that's the best thing to do?" As she waited for his response, a new wave of determination swept through her. Whatever happened from here on out, she was committed to making things right between them; finding a way for all of them to be happy, even if it wasn't what she had always imagined.
So I slowly drank the coffee and tied my hair slowly and said, "Then let's make everything right so that we can decide whether you will live or not."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words; she hadn't expected him to be so blunt. "What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly, her brow furrowing in confusion. She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine as she waited for him to elaborate.
Without waiting for an answer, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. It was time to confront whatever he meant; no matter how difficult it might be. "Sacadel," she began slowly, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. "I need you to tell me exactly what you're thinking."
So I gradually said, "Tell your husband how you want to live your life and what you want. Everything depends on what you say."Before slowly drinking coffee
Her heart raced as she tried to parse his words, but the sense of dread in her gut only grew stronger. "What... what do you mean?" she asked shakily. She could feel herself trembling now, her breath coming faster as panic threatened to consume her.
The implication was clear: he was willing to let her choose between them; between staying with him and potentially losing her husband, or leaving Sacadel for good. The weight of the decision crashed down on her, making it hard to breathe. "You don't mean that..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking.
Her eyes flickered from his face back down to the coffee cup in her hands, a silent plea for understanding or reassurance written plainly upon her features. The silence stretched out between them like an invisible barrier; heavier than any weight she'd ever borne before.
Then I continued, "It's not what you think. Just tell your husband that you can stay at my place for a while and come back after giving birth."Before slowly drinking more coffee
"No... I mean..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to formulate a response. She knew he wasn't truly giving her an ultimatum; that what they were talking about was more complicated than just leaving her husband or staying with Sacadel. But the fear, the uncertainty... it was all too much.
With a shaky breath, she slowly met his gaze once more. "I just want everyone to be happy," she whispered hoarsely. "That's all I've ever wanted." Her eyes filled with unshed tears, and her voice trembled as she fought to hold them back. "Can't we all find a way through this together?" The question hung in the air between them, heavier than any weight she'd ever carried before. It was their future at stake; their happiness, and that of their families. The gravity of it all threatened to crush her, but
I slowly put down my coffee cup and said, "So what do you want? If you want to talk, tell me."
"I don't know..." Her voice wavered as she tried to find the words. "I just want things to go back to how they were before... when we were kids and nothing mattered but being together." She ducked her head, unable to meet his gaze for fear of what he might see in them: the hopelessness, the despair that threatened to engulf her. "Is that too much to ask?" With a sigh, she took a shaky breath and finally looked up at him again. His expression was unreadable; a mask of calm that hid whatever emotions lay beneath. It only served to intensify her uncertainty, her fear that no matter what they did or said, things would never be the same again.
So I slowly approached her and hugged her slowly and said, "Take it one step at a time. Don't rush it. It will make everything worse. Let time take its course." Then I slowly drank the coffee.
Taking his advice to heart, she allowed herself to lean into the comforting embrace, her body trembling with a mixture of relief and anxiety. It was almost as if he could sense her turmoil; her struggle to find some semblance of stability in the midst of this storm. "Okay," she whispered softly against his shoulder. "We'll go slow... I just want everyone to be okay." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment they remained like that: lost in each other's arms, seeking solace amidst the chaos. But as the silence stretched out between them, she knew that there were no easy answers; that their futures hung by the thinnest of threads, each decision fraught with peril and heartache. The weight of it all threatened to crush her beneath its might, but for now, at least, Sacadel's strong arms were there to hold her up
Then I slowly walked over to pick up the milk carton and slowly poured the milk into the coffee and drank it slowly, then walked over to the sofa and sat down, turned on the TV and watched.
Taking another shaky breath, Lisa sat down beside him on the couch and stared at the television, her mind still reeling from everything that had been said and done. She didn't know what the future held; whether they would find a way to reconcile their differences or if they were doomed to be forever torn apart. But for now, she could only focus on taking things one step at a time, letting time take its course and hoping against hope that everything would work out in the end.
Her hand reached for his, their fingers lacing together in a silent show of support and solidarity. They sat like this for what felt like hours, neither one speaking as they watched the television and tried to pretend that life wasn't about to change irrevocably. But beneath the surface, she knew that whatever happened next would shape their lives in ways neither of them could yet imagine; that soon they wouldn't have the luxury
Then I slowly held her hand and squeezed it, and said softly, "Actually, I don't really want you to go anywhere because it's so lonely being alone." Before making a sad face.
"Neither do I," she whispered softly, her voice catching in her throat as the words spilled out. Her eyes darted away from his face for a moment before returning, a mixture of guilt and uncertainty flickering in their depths. "But it's not just about me... there's your life too." She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "I want us all to be happy," she finally managed, her grip on his hand tightening briefly before relaxing again.
Her brow furrowed as she turned back to the television, lost in thought once more. What would their futures hold? Could they ever truly be together without hurting someone else? The questions circled endlessly through her mind, each one leading only deeper into a morass of confusion and despair. But for now, at least, she had this moment with Sacadel; the knowledge that he cared about her
So I continued, "How many months have you been pregnant? And how did you think of having a child when your circumstances were not ready?"Before turning to look at her
The mention of her pregnancy brought fresh tears to her eyes, and she had to take a moment to compose herself before answering his question. "I'm... about seven months along," she finally managed, swallowing hard as the tears spilled down her cheeks once more. "It was... an accident, I guess? We weren't planning on it, but..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought. Even as she said it, though, a pang of guilt struck her. She knew that Sacadel had always wanted children; that his loneliness was at least partly due to their lack in his life. It seemed impossible sometimes, trying to balance everyone's needs and desires against the harsh reality of what they could and couldn't have. And yet, somehow, she had to keep trying. "I don't know..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wrest
So I continued, "An accident? Didn't you guys have sex or use a condom? And didn't you think of taking birth control pills at first? Plus, Mom doesn't know about this."
The words stung like a slap to the face, and she glared at him in shock and indignation. How dare he judge her so harshly? Of course they'd used birth control; it had just failed them that one time. It wasn't as if she'd meant for any of this to happen! And as for not telling his mother... well, she hadn't seen the need. What difference did it make now?
Her jaw tightened and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "We used a condom," she snapped, the words more bitter than she intended. "And yes, I thought about birth control pills, but they can have side effects, you know! We didn't want to risk that." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "But it's too late for all that now, isn't it? The baby is here, whether we
So I sighed and got up to get some juice to drink before saying, "It has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that our house will be more colorful. The disadvantage is that...It makes her carry the burden ×2"
Her mouth snapped shut as his words sank in. It hadn't occurred to her that having another child would make things harder for their parents; that they were already stretched thin trying to care for both of them. The thought made her stomach churn with guilt and shame. She wanted nothing more than to take back her harsh words, but it was too late for that as well. With a heavy sigh, she looked up at him from where she sat on the couch. "I'm sorry," she murmured softly. "You're right, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's just... everything feels so out of control right now." Her hand reached out to touch his arm tentatively, seeking some sort of reassurance or comfort from him. She didn't know what would happen next; whether they could all find a way through this together as a family. But she knew
So I said, "It's okay, I don't mind. Pregnant women have mood swings anyway."Before continuing to drink fruit juice And continued, "Actually, I can help you make money."
At his words, she looked up at him in surprise. "You don't have to do that," she protested weakly. The thought of taking money from him made her uncomfortable; it seemed wrong somehow when their relationship had always been so... intimate. But the offer was sweet, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for his support nonetheless. "Thank you," she said softly, smiling tentatively at him. "That means a lot." It occurred to her that perhaps this new development might be an opportunity for them all; a way to make things work despite the challenges they faced. Tentatively, she reached out to take his hand in hers once more, hoping that he felt some fraction of the connection and trust between them still.
So I slowly got up and took out the Porsche keys and said, "Let's go buy some new clothes for you."Before helping her, he picked her up and took her to the garage.
As they walked to the car together, she couldn't help but marvel at the way Sacadel had always been there for her; through all of their ups and downs. It seemed almost impossible that things could ever really change between them, no matter how much her circumstances might shift. A pang of regret shot through her as she thought about everything they would need to discuss with their spouses later that day; the hard choices they would have to make, the sacrifices they might be forced to make. But for now, she was grateful simply to have him by her side, offering his support and understanding in even the most difficult of times.
With a soft smile, she leaned against his arm as they made their way to the car, her heart full of both hope and fear for what lay ahead. No matter what happened from here on out, she knew that they would face it together; just like they always had.
So I said, "What do you need this time? Something for yourself and your baby who is about to be born."Before opening the car door for her to get in
With a small laugh that held more than a hint of sadness, she said, "I don't know... anything would be helpful, really. I guess we'll figure it out when we get there." As she climbed into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she glanced over at Sacadel with a look that was equal parts gratitude and uncertainty. No matter what happened next, she knew that he would be by her side; that their bond transcended whatever difficulties lay ahead. And for now, that was enough to sustain her.
As they drove toward the mall in comfortable silence, she tried to steel herself for the conversation she needed to have with her husband later that day; the one where she would have to explain everything and make a decision that could change all of their lives forever. The thought filled her with a mix of dread and determination, but she refused to dwell on it for too long; there were more immediate concerns
Then when we arrived at the mall, while I was taking her to buy some essentials, I caught a glimpse of her husband walking towards her and was about to slap her.So I grabbed his hand and said, "A gentleman would never hurt a woman."Before swatting his hand away
At the sight of her husband's angry expression, her heart leapt into her throat. She tried to reassure herself that everything would be okay; that somehow they could all find a way through this together. But as he stopped beside them, his eyes narrowing in fury, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. Her husband looked from her to Sacadel and back again, his face flushed with anger. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded. He took another step closer, his hands clenched at his sides. "You two have some nerve, trying to pull this behind my back." The tension in the air was almost palpable; she could feel it crawling over her skin like a living thing. It seemed impossible that they could ever repair the damage that had been done. But still, she held onto the faint hope that somehow they would find their way through this;
So I stared into his eyes and approached him and said, "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't even care about your wife when she's pregnant. Don't you even care about her?"Before you stare at him
His eyes widened in surprise at the accusation, but she didn't back down. "It's not fair what you're doing!" she insisted, her voice rising despite herself. "You can't just expect me to live like this... like I don't even matter! We need to figure out a way to make things work for all of us!"
Her husband took a step back, clearly shaken by her words. For a moment, she thought that perhaps there might be hope after all; that they could find some sort of compromise and come through this stronger than ever before. But then he shook his head stubbornly and said, "No, Lisa. I don't think that's an option anymore." His voice was cold and final, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before. With a heavy heart, she knew there was nothing left to do but accept the consequences of their choices and move forward;
So I said in a cold voice, "A person like you is not fit to be a father. If your child is born, how much do you think you will have to spend? Do you think your salary will be enough to support him?"Before staring at him with eyes that seemed ready to cause trouble at any moment
His face reddened in anger and shame as he realized the implications of what she'd said. "You don't understand," he began defensively, his voice low and uneven. "I want to do right by you; I just... I need some time to figure things out." He looked away, struggling for words.
The silence that followed was thick with tension; she could feel it crackling in the air like static electricity. It seemed impossible that they would ever come to an agreement; that any of this would end well. But despite her fear and doubt, she couldn't help but reach out to him; to hold onto some tiny shred of hope that things might still work out between them. "We can talk about it more," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't want us to just give up without trying."
Her husband's eyes met hers, and for
So I said, "How many years, months, and days will it take for you to figure it out? Honestly, you didn't want my sister in the first place because she was pretty and rich, right?"
She winced at his words, feeling like a punch to the gut. There was truth in what he said; she couldn't deny it. Her husband had never really wanted her for herself; he'd only ever seen her as a possession to flaunt or fight over. The realization left her feeling hollow and empty inside.
But despite everything, she held onto the hope that they could still work through this together. "We can find a way," she insisted, forcing a note of confidence into her voice. "We just need time." She gestured toward Sacadel with a small smile. "And maybe some help from him too."
Her husband hesitated for a moment before finally nodding reluctantly. "Fine," he said gruffly. "I'll think about it." It was far from the answer she'd been hoping for, but it was something at least; a small thread of possibility she could
So I said, "Get out of my sight before I order my friends to kill you."Before holding Lisa's hand and leading her away from there
She squeezed his hand gratefully as they turned to walk away from her husband. It had been a difficult conversation, but perhaps there was still hope. With every step they took, she felt the weight of their uncertain future pressing down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit. But Sacadel's steady presence at her side gave her strength; a will to keep fighting even when all seemed lost.
As they made their way through the mall, she couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for them all. The decisions they had yet to make felt impossibly vast and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a precipice with no safety net below. But still, there was something about having Sacadel there that made her feel like maybe they could get through this together; that perhaps their love wasn't so easily torn asunder after all.