Tears streamed down Crystal’s cheeks as she walked toward Lyle. The couple embraced and lay on the grass. Soon, sounds of whimpering and moaning could be heard from them.
“Tell me, am I better than Bianca?” Crystal moaned.
“Wasn’t she a gift from you? I don’t even know where you have sent her off to now.” Lyle thrust harder while positioning Crystal’s body to accommodate him more smoothly.
By then, I was too exhausted to be bothered by what they were doing.
There was a moment where I felt like I had stopped breathing. It was difficult for me to accept the truth. Moreover, the impact was especially devastating this time.
Since the wedding, Lyle had been unwilling to touch me. When Sharon found out about this, she tried to come up with ideas to help me, but to no avail. There was a time when we attended a party, I could feel that something was off with my body. As such, I returned to the room with Lyle only to lose consciousness right after because I was drunk.
In my dazed state, I felt someone on top of me and was thrusting into me rather gruffly, as though he was inexperienced. Because it was my first time, it hurt a little. But the pain passed swiftly under the influence of drugs, and it soon turned into waves of pleasure.
Back then, I had thought that the person on top of me was Lyle, so I was crying out his name as I met his thrusts. I was happy that I was able to consummate my marriage with the man I love. What I thought would be a happy life from then on turned out to be a life filled with Lyle’s cold indifference toward me.
No wonder he kept accusing me of being a slut. So that’s why he has never touched me since then. He would choose to relieve it in the bathroom every time he needed a release rather than asking me.
I have always thought that I have given my first to the man I love. Instead, I was discarded like a piece of trash and my purity was wasted on a man who I don’t even know…
“I… I…”
“You’re an as*hole!” My hand was injured, but I still have my foot. I kicked his calf with my heels. Not done venting my rage, I then grabbed his arm and bit down hard.
“Yvonne, let go of Lyle!” Crystal, who had put on her clothes, came to shove me away. When she neared, I could smell the repulsive scent of sex on her. It made me gagged.
“Both of you disgust me.” Still gripped by anger despite having yelled at them, I turned on my heels and dashed for the forest.
This is who Lyle is. He told me he wished to start over with me, but the moment Crystal cried and offered herself up, he just forgot about everything else. The sheer audacity that they had to fool around at another’s party… not to mention in a forest where anyone could have passed by anytime.
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