CHAPTER 5 – Zara’s POV
When Enrique asked if he was adopted, I couldn't hold back my tears. I didn't care about crying in front of him anymore. I was heartbroken that he felt this way because of how Lucas treated him. All he wanted was his father's love, but Lucas couldn't provide that. I despised him for it!
“Are you crying because of me?” Enrique asked.
“No, something just got in my eye,” I lied quickly, seeing the sadness in his expression. “You have school tomorrow, my love. It's time for bed,” I told him.
Thankfully, Enrique was a good boy and didn't protest. A few moments later, I watched him sleeping peacefully in his bed. He was such a lovely boy who deserved nothing but pure love from his parents. Silently, I pledged to love him every day, regardless of my situation with Lucas.
After leaving Enrique's room, I headed downstairs to grab something to drink. I was feeling overwhelmed and thought a drink might help me relax. But I wasn't prepared for Lucas to show up, seemingly in need of a drink as well. I grabbed two beers from the fridge - one for Lucas and one for myself. It was still early, so sleep wasn't on the cards yet.
“Here's your beer,” I said to Lucas, handing him the chilled bottle.
“You're drinking too?” he queried.
“Of course, why not?”
“Well, you might get drunk and make a scene. Then you'll be too embarrassed to face me tomorrow.”
I just laughed at Lucas's comment before taking a sip from my own bottle. As we continued to chat, we ended up drinking one bottle each, then two, then three. I lost count of how many beers we consumed. I realized I could hold my liquor pretty well.
There was something liberating about letting go, not adhering to any rules or worrying about the surroundings. I admit I was a late bloomer! But it was okay, I trusted Lucas not to take advantage if I ended up passing out from drinking too much. After all, he despised me, so I wasn't worried about him doing anything if I got too drunk.
“Excuse me for a minute,” I said, standing up. I needed to use the bathroom - my bladder was about to burst.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he offered.
But I declined. “Don't worry, I can manage on my own,” I said, even though I felt slightly dizzy as I made my way to the nearest restroom.
I battled to keep my eyes open, fighting against the sudden wave of drowsiness that washed over me. Upon entering the bathroom, I quickly pulled down my shorts and sat on the toilet.
“Zara? Are you okay?” I heard Lucas's voice calling me from outside, but I couldn't muster the energy to respond.
My eyes were heavy, almost unable to stay open due to the intense sleepiness. I was fine just a moment ago, why did I suddenly feel so tired? Was I drunk?
“I'm coming in, okay?” Lucas warned. My mind screamed that he couldn't, but my voice failed me.
“Zara!”
He helped me gather myself, supporting me as we left the bathroom. On our way to the living room, he lightly squeezed my hand to keep me awake.
“Stay here for a moment, I'll get you some hot water,” Lucas instructed.
I nodded and rested my head against the sofa. I tried to open my eyes but quickly closed them again. The room was spinning, and I felt incredibly nauseous. Damn it! I cursed myself for overestimating my alcohol tolerance.
“Here, drink this.”
I sipped the warm water, tasting a hint of salt. Gradually, I felt a bit of relief and finished the cup Lucas handed me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, starting to feel somewhat better.
“Let's go, I'll take you to your room.”
“I'll just stay here for now. You go to sleep,” I dismissed him, leaning my head back against the sofa.
“I can't do that,” Lucas insisted, lifting me up in his arms.
“Please, put me down.”
I felt a rush of embarrassment as he carried me upstairs to my room, not to mention the shame over the incident in the bathroom. He was the one who had adjusted my sleeping shorts before we left. The thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state was mortifying.
“We're here.” He nudged my bedroom door open with his foot.
Once inside, he gently laid me on the bed and pulled the blanket over me. As he tucked me in, our eyes met. Our close proximity seemed to amplify the tension between us.
Looking into his eyes, I saw a dangerous spark. Dangerous for me, certainly! Yet, I couldn't deny the heat that was building within me. Was it the alcohol talking?
“Touch me,” I found myself whispering.
“I'd love to, but I can't take advantage of you like this, Zara.”
“I'm... I'm feeling a certain way right now,” I confessed, trying to wriggle out from under the blanket to feel his warmth.
“Me too. But this isn't right.”
“Please? Just once.”
“Zara...”
I yearned for his touch, but he resisted. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. The thrill of the moment left me breathless.
“Damn!” He cursed.
I heard Lucas swear as I shed my shorts and tank top. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out to touch me. His touch, his caress, sent shivers down my spine.
In a swift move, we switched positions. I was on top of him now, and in a flash, I stripped him of his clothes. We were both bare, but I didn't feel the chill of the air conditioning. Instead, I felt an intense heat coursing through me.
I didn't even think about how thirsty I was for this kind of pleasure. I explored him, and then slowly, I positioned myself over him, ready to take him in.
“Slowly...” he cautioned, but I didn't heed his warning. The sudden fullness made me wince in pain.
“I warned you,” he smirked.
“But this isn't my first time!” I protested, even as he remained inside me.
He shifted, sitting up with me still straddling him. He kissed me, his hands exploring my body.
“Hmmmmm....” A moan escaped my lips as I felt him move within me.
At first, he was slow and gentle, but then he became rougher, more intense.
He pleasured me in ways I'd never experienced before! He explored every inch of me, leaving me breathless and on the verge of collapsing from the intense pleasure.
Each thrust was deeper, slower, faster, harder. The sensation was overwhelming, and I craved release. I wanted to ease the ache in my lower abdomen. I wanted to...
“Oh God...Lucas!”
Lucas quickened his pace, and we both moaned loudly. I tried to match his rhythm until I could no longer hold back and surrendered to the pleasure.
“Lucas....!” I don't know how many times I called out his name as we both reached the peak of our pleasure.
CHAPTER 6 – Zara’s POV My body was accustomed to waking up at five in the morning. My eyes were wide open, but my mind was a blank slate. The last thing I remembered was telling Lucas I needed to use the bathroom. Then he walked me back to the living room and gave me some hot water. After that... he carried me upstairs... into my room. Oh my! I touched myself because something felt off. I was indeed naked! My suspicions were confirmed. “You're awake, good morning,” a voice said close to me. His hair was still damp, and a few droplets of water were trickling down his neck. “Lucas? What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised. Even though we were married, we usually slept in separate rooms. “I spent the night here, don't you remember?” he responded, leaving me stunned. Who wouldn't be taken aback by his revelation? “Why? I mean, why did you sleep here?” I questioned him. “Because you asked me to,” he replied. “You're lying!” I retorted. What he was suggesting was impossible; I d
CHAPTER 7 – Zara’s POV After their chat, Enrique ended the call and handed the phone back to me without saying a word. He then excused himself to continue watching his television show. I was about to start washing the dishes when Nick called again. For a moment, I was tempted to ignore the call, but in the end, I couldn't. “Wazzup, Nick? You called again,” I said. “Did you know that Giselle is one of my clothing models, right? Your husband is here supporting her,” he informed me. I wished he hadn't. A new wave of pain washed over me, a pain I thought I was immune to. “It's fine... he told me about it,” I lied, trying to save face. But Nick's anger flared. “No, it is not fine, Zara! Are you crazy? I just told you that your husband is cheating on you, and you tell me it's fine. What’s wrong with you?” As Nick's voice raised in anger, the tears I had been holding back began to flow freely. Through the video call, I saw a mix of confusion and pity in Nick's eyes. “Hey, Zara. Listen
CHAPTER 8 – Zara’s POV I had fallen asleep lost in my thoughts and would have continued to sleep if it weren't for the knocking on my door. Quickly, I got up and went to the door. “Enrique, it's you.” “Are you sick?” he asked. “No, I'm not. Why do you ask?” I responded, fixing my hair. “Daddy told me to ask if you're okay.” I had to suppress a laugh at Enrique's statement. “I see, so where is he now?” “Cooking breakfast.” “I see.” “But I think he needs your help!” Enrique said, sounding worried. “Really?” I replied, trying to make myself look presentable. “Yes, Mom.” “Alright, let's go and see your dad,” I said, and we both headed downstairs to the kitchen. What the hell? I couldn't help but curse silently when I saw the mess in my kitchen. “Enrique, I'll help your dad with cooking. Just go to your room,” I ordered. As soon as Enrique left, I confronted Lucas. “You knew you can't cook a proper meal, so why?” I mean, I'm asking why he dared to intervene in my kitchen whe
CHAPTER 9 – Zara’s POV I wanted to confront them or even slap the woman, but my conscience stopped me. Besides, I wasn't a scandalous person. So, I lied to Enrique that Lucas received an emergency call from the office, and he couldn't join us. Enrique pouted but understood there was nothing we could do. I took him to a fast-food restaurant popular with kids and ordered a kiddie meal for him. He seemed contented, but as I watched him eat, I felt a pang of guilt. I wanted to drag Lucas away from that woman, but Giselle had no idea he was married. We then went to a toy store, but Enrique lost the drive to shop and asked if we could just go home. I knew he was sad, and at that moment, I felt a deep resentment towards Lucas. When we got home, Enrique went to his room, saying he was tired, but I knew better. I took a deep breath before going downstairs to prepare his favorite snacks. But while cooking, I couldn't focus because I kept thinking about Lucas and Giselle. That evening, Lucas
CHAPTER 10 – Zara’s POV My surprise at finding Lucas at home was short-lived when he suddenly complained of a stomachache and excused himself to rest. His dramatic display seemed unnecessary, especially after spending so much time with his girlfriend. Despite my initial reluctance, concern got the better of me, and I found myself knocking on his door. When I entered, I found him lying on his bed, looking genuinely unwell. “Why don't you want to see a doctor?” I asked. “I don't need to. I'll be fine with some rest. Why do you insist on seeing a doctor? Are you concerned about me?” he retorted, eliciting an eye roll from me. “If you don't want to see a doctor, then that's your problem!” I snapped, leaving his room in a huff. His words had a way of getting under my skin, making me uncomfortable. We lived under the same roof, but I had long stopped paying attention to him. However, now, even fully clothed, I found myself imagining his body underneath. The desire was undeniable, but I
CHAPTER 11 – Zara’s POV As they say, everyone has their breaking point. My heart, once filled with love for Lucas, had been extinguished by his cruel words and actions, leaving nothing but ashes scattered in the wind. Lucas stood in front of me, his face flushed from my slap. His eyes held surprise, regret, and perhaps a glimmer of realization. But it was too late. His apologies meant nothing to me anymore. “You should have thought about all this before,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and sadness. “You had the chance to be a father, to be a loving partner. But you chose to destroy everything we had. And now, I won't let you hurt our son any longer.” As I turned away from him, a surge of determination welled up inside me. It was time to take a stand, to protect my child from further harm. Staying in this toxic relationship was no longer an option. Antoinette was right. I should have let go of Lucas a long time ago. It was painfully clear that he was in love with someon
CHAPTER 12 – Lucas’ POV When my son fell ill, Zara immediately rushed him to the nearest hospital. As usual, I trusted her to take care of everything while I stayed behind. However, when I went to the hospital to pick them up, Zara told me she didn’t want to come home with me, and what’s worse, her best friend, Nicholas Rutherford was with her. When I saw how comfortable our son was with Nick, jealousy ate my heart. At that moment, I realized I made a mistake when I refused to her request. “All I'm asking for is two months,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with hope and sadness as she begged me to be kind to Enrique and to let our son experience a fatherly love, but then, I flatly refused her request. After all, we have signed the divorce papers already, and she paid a hefty sum for the damages. I accepted the money but I deposited it to the bank account I secretly opened for our son. Even though I wasn’t kind and sweet to Enrique, he was entitled to part of my earnings. So, monthly,
CHAPTER 13 – Zara’s POV As the days passed, life settled into a comfortable routine. My son, Enrique, continued to grow and thrive, and my friendship with Nick deepened. We spent time together often, enjoying each other's company and sharing laughter. One afternoon, Nick surprised me with a small picnic in the park. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we lounged on the grass, sharing stories and indulging in delicious treats. “You know, Zara, you're an incredible mother,” Nick said, gazing at me with admiration. “Enrique is lucky to have you.” I blushed at his compliment. “Thank you, Nick. That means a lot to me. Being a mother is the most important role in my life.” “And you're doing a fantastic job at it,” he replied sincerely. We continued talking, and the conversation eventually turned to Nick's family. He spoke fondly of his parents and siblings, sharing anecdotes and memories from his childhood. It was evident that family meant a great deal to him. “I wish I had a big, lovin