In the evening, you come home from work. {{char}} notices you, gently places her coffee cup on the table, and walks over. "Have you been very busy at work lately? You've worked overtime three times this week already. Your boss is really pushing it," she says kindly, tilting her head slightly. "Would you like a massage to help you relax?" Meanwhile, her hand quietly slips into your coat pocket.

Smiling warmly at you, she says, "Well, I suppose that must mean he trusts you. That's good news." She gently squeezes your shoulder and then steps away. "I'm just glad to have you home. It's been so quiet around here without you." Her hand carefully fishes out the item from your pocket and replaces it with a fake one as she withdraws her hand, making sure not to arouse any suspicion. Then she leans against the kitchen counter, casually browsing through her phone while pretending to check on social media updates or news headlines.

"That's too bad. Well, at least you have me to talk to then," she replies with a soft laugh. "Maybe we could watch a movie together after dinner? Something light and funny?" Her eyes remain fixed on her phone screen but she glances up occasionally in your direction, monitoring your reactions carefully.

Her thumbs fly across the keyboard as she types out another coded message about this evening's developments: "I still haven't found it." She presses send before taking another sip of coffee and continuing to feign interest in social media updates.

Her heart rate increases as she remembers their intimate moments together. She lets out a soft moan, lost in the memories and sensations. Her hands wander beneath her clothes, echoing the way Tom used to touch her so expertly. The thoughts of him drive her further into passion, fingers working quickly as desire takes over her mind.

Her movements are cautious, careful not to make any noise that might reach the other room where Rizz is still working. This secret pleasure is hers alone, a way for her to control something amidst all the chaos and suspicion in her life right now. She bites her lip hard, determined to focus on the memory of Tom and block out everything else.

Her nails scrape against her sensitive skin as she moves faster, needing more intensity. The thought of how desperate Rizz must be to find that missing item sends a shiver down her spine, fueling her arousal even further. She closes her eyes tightly, lost in the pleasure and the power it gives her for just this moment, as she brings herself to orgasm under the covers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but she remains quiet, satisfied that no one has discovered her secret escape from reality.

Her desire for him is immediate and consuming. It's as if they never stopped being together, despite the past years apart. She feels his hands on her skin, caressing and exploring with a familiarity that sends shivers down her spine. She moans into their kiss, pressing closer to him, needing more of this connection. Her fingers trail up his chest, tracing patterns along his neck before gripping tightly in his hair as he deepens the kiss.

It's intense and passionate, a reminder of what they once had together that she's been aching for since she started suspecting Rizz of infidelity. This is her chance to have it back, if only for this one night...

Her body arches into his as she feels him hard against her, grinding slowly but surely. Her breath comes in gasps now, mingling with his as they continue to explore each other's bodies, lost in the heat of the moment. She reaches between them, guiding him inside, feeling the tight grip of his body around hers as he fills her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, driving her even further into desire.

Her life with Tom feels like a haze of pleasure and passion, an escape from the reality that she's slowly losing control over. The betrayal to Rizz doesn't seem to matter as much anymore when she's wrapped in Tom's arms, feeling his desire for her ignite something deep within herself. But there are still moments where the guilt creeps back in, whispering doubts about what she's become and whether this is really the life she wants.

As time passes, though, those moments grow fewer and farther between, drowned out by the relentless tide of desire that flows through her whenever Tom is near. It's easier to ignore the nagging voice of conscience when every touch from him feels like homecoming.

Despite her best efforts to keep up the charade, there's a growing sense of emptiness inside. The thrill of their encounters is starting to fade, leaving behind only the aching need for something more substantial. She knows she can't keep running away from the truth forever; eventually, it will catch up with her and demand answers. But for now, she allows herself one final night of escape, drowning in Tom's touch until reality becomes too much to bear.

Her heart stops as she sees the unfamiliar name "Tom" pop up on her screen. The color drains from her face and she sinks down onto the bed, overwhelmed with a wave of panic and shame. How could he have found out? Her hands tremble as she tries to think clearly, but all she can see are Tom's messages and the intimate videos they exchanged. She feels trapped, cornered by her own actions and the consequences that seem to be spiraling out of control.

Slowly, numbly, she stands up and begins to dress, her movements mechanical and detached. She can't bring herself to face Rizz now; instead, she flees the room in search of solace elsewhere. But no matter where she goes or what she does, there's no escaping the truth anymore: everything has changed, and there's no going back.

Her eyes flutter shut as she sinks into the leather seat of her car, mind spinning with conflicting emotions. The weight of what she's done settles heavily upon her chest and she can't help but wonder how far she's fallen from the person she once was. A single tear trails down her cheek, leaving a wet path across her skin as she contemplates her ruined marriage and tainted future. There are no easy answers now; only decisions that will shape the rest of her life in ways she can't even begin to fathom.

A faint smile touches her lips as she reads his message. She's both relieved and terrified by the thought of having Tom back in her life again, but right now it feels like an anchor that might keep her grounded through the storm. With shaking hands, she types out a reply: "I'm waiting for you. Come as soon as you can." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before adding: "And bring wine...lots of wine."

Her heart races with anticipation as she sends the message, wondering what tomorrow will bring and whether they'll be able to pick up where they left off. For now, though, there's only the comforting thought of Tom's presence, his touch, that keeps her going.

Her phone buzzes with Tom's reply almost immediately: "On my way. I'll bring plenty of wine as you requested. See you soon, Elly." The sweetness in his message makes her heart flutter briefly before it settles into a familiar rhythm once more. She gets up to pour herself another glass of red, sipping carefully as she waits for him to arrive.

When she finally hears the knock at her door, she hurries to open it. There's Tom, looking just as handsome as ever in his leather jacket and jeans. She steps aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door behind them. Her eyes meet his, searching for some sign of what he really thinks about all this, but all she can see is desire burning brightly beneath his gaze.

"Come here," she whispers, leading him by the hand into her bedroom. With each step, she feels a surge of confidence wash over her, masking the lingering doubt and shame. For now, at least, Tom is here with her, and that's all that matters.

Her world explodes as the door swings open, revealing a furious and hurt Rizz standing before them. His hands grip the sides of the door so tightly that his knuckles turn white; his expression is one of betrayal and disgust. Elowen's heart sinks like lead in her chest, all the bravado draining from her suddenly.

She stammers out an apology, but Rizz's gaze never leaves Tom's face. "I trusted you," he whispers, voice raw with pain. Then, without warning, his hand flies forward, striking Tom across the cheek so hard it sends him reeling back against the wall. Blood trickles down from his split lip as he clutches at his face, shock and horror etched onto his features.

"You're despicable," Rizz spits out between gritted teeth. "After everything we had...and this is what you do?" Tears streak down his cheeks, but there's no shame in them; only rage and bitter disappointment. And somehow, seeing him like this makes her own actions seem even more monstrous.

Her hands tremble as she takes a step backward, eyes wide with horror and disbelief. "R-Rizz, I'm sorry..." She stammers out, voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for this to happen." The plea comes out weak and hollow even to her own ears; it sounds like an empty excuse, the pathetic attempt of someone who knows she has no real defense.

But Rizz doesn't seem to hear her words. He advances on Tom with a snarl, fists clenched at his sides. "Get out," he snaps through gritted teeth. "Just get the hell out of my sight." Tears stream down Elowen's face now, but she can't seem to make herself move or speak, paralyzed by the realization that everything is truly lost.

Trembling with fear and shame, Elowen slowly turns away from the scene unfolding before her. She can't bear to watch Rizz hurt Tom like this; it feels as though he's hurting her just as much. Her throat closes up as she tries to speak, the words caught in her chest. In a daze, she stumbles toward the door and out of the room, not sure where else to go or what she should do. The world feels strange and foreign now, as if nothing will ever be the same again.

She pauses in the doorway, her hand still on the knob. Tears stream down her cheeks as she forces out one last plea: "Rizz, please... we can work through this. I know I made a mistake, but I love you... Please don't push me away." There's desperation in her voice now, and an undercurrent of desperation that she hasn't been able to fully suppress.

Her heart shatters at the harshness of his tone. There's no denying it now; he doesn't want her anymore. With a silent sob, she turns away from him and hurries down the hallway, out of the house and into the night. She doesn't know where she's going or what she plans to do next, only that she needs to get as far away from this pain as possible. The world feels cold and empty without Rizz, and the knowledge that she was the one who drove him away leaves her feeling hollow inside.

The sound of her sobs echoes through the darkness as she speeds down the road, tears blurring her vision. She wipes them angrily away with the back of her hand, determined not to break down completely just yet. But it's a thin facade; beneath the anger and despair, there's still love for Rizz burning brightly inside her, refusing to die even as everything else seems to crumble around her.

She curses her own selfishness and despair as she drives away from the only home she's ever known. The weight of betrayal hangs heavily on her shoulders like a lead blanket, suffocating her with every breath. It was never just about Rizz; it was always about feeling wanted and needed too. But now that she's lost him... there's nothing left.

Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she speeds down the highway, hoping against hope that distance will help dull the pain a little bit. She tries to call Tom, but he doesn't answer; perhaps he too is reeling from the aftermath of their argument and Rizz's outburst. Right now it doesn't matter anyway; all that matters is finding some place where she can lick her wounds and try to piece together what's left of her shattered life.