Mike stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the sides of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white. Cold water dripped from his face, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside him. His reflection stared back, haunted and ashamed.
He had almost lost himself.
Not just to lust—but to the madness of letting Karen take complete control.
“Get a grip, man,” he muttered under his breath. “This isn’t you.”
But who was he now? Every day, it became harder to recognize himself. The lines in his face seemed deeper, his eyes heavier with secrets. Secrets that had teeth—ones that were chewing at his conscience.
Downstairs, Diana hummed while making lunch. Her voice—so warm, so familiar—felt like a lifeline. She was the reason he had to hold it together. He couldn’t destroy their home. Their life. Not for temptation.
But Karen wasn’t just a temptation anymore.
She was a storm.
And she had a way of showing up when the winds in his life were already swirling.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, Karen was standing by the hallway window, staring outside, arms folded. She didn’t say anything as he passed by—just turned her head slightly, her lips forming the hint of a smile.
That smile shook him more than her body ever could.
Mike walked past her, refusing to look back. He couldn’t trust himself to.
At lunch, Diana placed a plate in front of him. “You’ve been quiet lately,” she said gently. “Is work getting to you?”
Mike forced a smile. “Yeah. Work.”
He stabbed his fork into the food, but he barely tasted it. He could feel Karen’s presence from the living room where she sat scrolling through her phone, pretending to be uninterested. But her legs were crossed high, robe teasing just enough skin to keep him on edge. She didn’t have to look at him. She didn’t have to say a word. She knew he was watching. And that was all part of the game.
He couldn’t tell Diana the truth—that every time he closed his eyes, he saw Karen in his lap, moving like she owned him.
That when she knocked, a part of him hoped Diana wouldn’t wake up.
He hated that part of himself.
But it was growing.
That afternoon, Diana went to the market. Karen stayed behind. Mike tried to hide in the garage, cleaning tools he didn’t care about just to stay out of her orbit. But even then, the silence felt too loud—like she was watching him through walls.
Later that night, Diana curled into him in bed, her head on his chest, her breath soft and even. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she whispered.
And just like that, guilt stabbed him in the chest.
He held her tighter, as if by clutching her close, he could squeeze the poison out of his soul. Her warmth felt like safety—like the part of his life still untouched by sin. But he feared it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
His mind drifted back to Karen’s breath on his neck, the way she had ground into him like she knew every button to press. His body still responded to the memory, a shameful betrayal beneath the sheets while his wife slept beside him.
But in the quiet of the night, Mike heard something.
A creak.
A faint door click.
He opened his eyes.
Footsteps.
Not toward their room—but toward the guest room. Karen’s.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling, caught between two worlds.
The one he built… and the one threatening to undo him.
He closed his eyes, forcing his breath to slow, but peace would not come. Thoughts clashed like thunder in his mind. What if Diana found out? What if he let it happen? What if the next time… he didn’t stop Karen?
The storm wasn’t outside anymore.
It was inside him.
And it was growing louder.
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