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Every time the bed gives the slightest creak, my 22-year-old stepdaughter's

hands inch a little farther beneath the hang of my disposable spa broofs. I bite

down on the towel, terrified of making a sound, because my 45-year-old husband is

on the table beside me, less than three feet away, taking a work call with his

headset on.

If I'd known the anniversary massage Matthew booked to make it up to me would

turn into this, I never would have walked through that door.

To save money, Matthew canceled the anniversary trip he'd promised me and

brushed me off with an employee discount from work.

He didn't even want to pay for a massage therapist.

Ava, you just got licensed.

Might as well get some practice in on your stepmom. And don't charge me, I'm

your father.

Matthew, I'm not really comfortable getting a massage from family. Can I

just wait outside? You can say no if you don't want to.

But I doubt he'll pay extra for someone else.

Absolutely not.

Ava's good at this. Chloe, honey, every other therapist costs extra. Just let

Ava take care of you. You want me to do a full-body oil massage on her? Are you

serious?

She'd just turned 22.

Tall, cold, dangerous.

The kind of presence that takes over a room.

Most days, she barely even looked at me.

She probably thought I'd married her dad for his money and whatever he'd leave me

when he retired.

I shifted, trying to get away from that kind of touch.

Don't move.

Ava's hand closes around my waist.

Her palm is so hot I can feel it through the fabric.

I freeze.

Every muscle in my body is locked tight.

Truth is, she scares me a little.

I just hope she doesn't hate having me this close.

But the tension fades fast.

I can't stay on guard forever.

My body starts to loosen.

Ava, you're pressing the wrong spot.

No. This is where you're holding the most tension.

How can she do this to me?

Right in front of Matthew?

How much

longer are you planning to stand outside that door?

I was just passing by.

This is ridiculous.

I'm straight.

I shouldn't be reacting to her like this. Why is the Wi-Fi so damn slow in

here? That feeling that scares me. Is it because of her? The thought hits me like

a jolt, filling me with shame and an excitement I don't want to admit.

These bloodsuckers are just like Chloe, always finding some new way to squeeze

money out of me.

Look at the lines around his eyes, the gray at his temples.

That cheap, miserable look on his face.

Stop.

He's still your father.

And he's the old man who treats you like his live-in help.

Chloe, you've wasted the best years of your life on a loser who can't even be

bothered to look at you.

Matthew, you're hurting me. Just hang on, Chloe. Give me a second. I'm almost

done.

I'm exhausted. I have work first thing tomorrow, so don't toss and turn all

night and keep me awake.

Matthew, our third anniversary is this week.

Can't you just stay with me a little longer?

Come on, Chloe. I booked you a nice massage. What more do you want? I pay

for this whole household. Can I please just get some sleep?

Under the covers, my skin feels like it's on fire, and there's no one there

to take care of me.

I can't get Ava out of my head.

You've been standing out here a long time.

You look hot.

Want me to cool you down, Chloe?

And now... Finally sent.

Idiots.

That burning touch presses right against me before I can even brace for it.

Ava, take your hand away.

Chloe, these muscles are way too tight. If I don't work the tension out, the

whole treatment is pointless.

Chloe, what are you complaining about now? Ava's doing you a favor. Just

cooperate. Dad, her muscles are really tight.

Deep tissue work can be a little intense.

Then she can deal with it. Ava, ignore her and keep going.

Hear that, Chloe?

He told you to tough it out.

Is the AC broken in this dump?

It's unbearably hot in here!

Don't move.

The second you start struggling, he'll pull that curtain open and see exactly

what we're doing.

In a room where nothing appropriate is supposed to happen, I realize with

horror the thin fabric of my massage shorts is already wet.

These numbers are a complete mess.

My hips start moving before I can stop them.

That's it, Chloe.

Don't fight it.

You're a fast learner.

What am I doing?

This place doesn't even have a glass of ice water.

I'm leaning into his daughter's touch.

Right in front of my husband.

I'm completely consumed by this dangerous desire So lost in it that I

don't even notice what her other hand is doing Chloe?

Why aren't you answering me?

If he pulls that curtain open, Ava and I are done for.

Dad, Chloe's muscles just entered a deep relaxation phase.

She's extra sensitive right now.

Sudden light could disrupt the treatment.

Oh, got it.

Fine, keep going.

I won't bother you. The second the danger passes, all the strength drains

out of me. I go completely limp under Ava's hands. You were terrified, Chloe.

But look at him. He doesn't even care whether you're really asleep.

Once the fear passes, the emptiness comes rushing back even harder. And when

Matthew turns away, I hate how relieved I am that Ava hasn't pulled her hand

away. Don't be afraid.

If you're uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately.

Big client's calling. The signal in here is garbage. I have to take this in the

hall. The second the door closes, Ava pulls her hand away without hesitation.

She stops too quickly, too cleanly. That's enough deep tession work for

today, Chloe. Go get changed.

The sudden emptiness makes me shiver. She barely did anything, and somehow she

still left me right on the edge.

I slide down the door, gasping like I've finally broken the surface after being

underwater.

I look down. The thin fabric is stained dark in a way I can't possibly hide.

Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Eva. It isn't the rough possessiveness

I've known from men.

It's a softness that feels unmistakably feminine.

You've lost your mind, Chloe. She's a woman, and she's Matthew's daughter.

My mind is screaming at me in shame, but my body is terrifyingly honest.

The rush of being overwhelmed by a woman's beauty.

The shiver of being treated like something priceless.

I finally admit it. I'm desperate for her to touch me again.

Desperate for those hands to pull me under.

I stare at the flushed, glassy-eyed woman in the mirror and barely recognize

her. She isn't Matthew's wife. She's a woman who's finally awake and aching to

be touched.

My hand drifts down from my collarbone before I can stop it.

I can still feel the warmth of Ava's fingertips on my skin. That soft,

unmistakably feminine touch.

Three years with Matthew left me feeling dead inside.

Ava made me feel something again in a single afternoon.

Ava? All I can see is her long, pale neck through the steam, and the way she

looks at me, barely holding back all that hunger and tenderness. The beauty

of being this close to another woman, the feeling of being completely

cherished. I can't make myself stop.

Chloe, are you okay?

It's Ava.

She's right outside, with nothing but a thin wooden door between us.

Dad just called.

Something came up at work, so he left.

He left you alone again.

The ache in her sigh cuts straight through the last of my defenses.

The aftershocks roll through me.

My legs won't stop shaking and I can barely stand.

I just came in a clinic changing room with my stepdaughter right outside the

door listening to me.

How am I supposed to face her?

She had to hear me trying to hold back every breath.

My head is telling me to run, but my heart is pounding, waiting for the woman

on the other side of that door.

She doesn't leave.

She just waits there, patient as a hunter, and gentle.

As if she's guarding something precious.

I'm dressed.

We should go.

She knows.

She knows everything.

You can barely stand, Chloe. If she asks me even one question, I'll fall apart.

Matthew leaves you behind.

He always does.

But I won't. No teasing.

No cheap lines, just patience and tenderness slowly breaking down every

wall I built out of guilt. Matthew said he won't make it home for dinner

tonight.

It'll just be the two of us. Want me to finish what we started?

With your treatment?

One look at Ava's beautiful profile, and I can't make myself say no.

Matthew being gone used to make this house feel unbearably lonely.

Tonight, with Ava here, even the air feels warm and heavy.

I've never looked at a woman this way before.

Watching her from behind makes my mouth go dry, enough that I almost forget my

husband's name.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. I was just thinking Matthew will probably be stuck at the office all

night.

Don't talk about him.

In this room, it's just us.

Your hands are cold.

Want me to warm them up?

She never says anything crude.

But the tenderness in the way she tests the boundary is more dangerous than any

blunt come-on. I feel like a prisoner waiting for a verdict. Every breath

tightens the knot of guilt inside me, even as secret anticipation makes me

tremble. Lie down.

No curtain tonight. No keyboard.

Just me.

The second her palm settles against my lower back, my whole body starts

shaking.

You're too tense, Chloe.

Relax.

Let me take care of you.

There's none of a man's impatient taking.

She touches me like something precious she thought she'd lost, cherishing every

inch of skin Matthew ignored for three years. Ava, I'm right here, and I'll

tell you as many times as you need to hear it. You deserve to be loved.

This huge bed Matthew bought felt like a prison through countless sleepless

nights.

Now it's where I'm choosing to let myself fall. The muscles here are still

trembling.

Are you still scared?

What scares me isn't the taboo.

It's how badly I want her.

Her fingers are warm.

as they brush with rightening precision over my weakest spot.

Look at me, Chloe.

Tell me who's touching you right now.

Ava.

You are.

The second I say her name, every ounce of shame disappears.

Then she starts really treating me.

She reads every tiny tremor in my body with terrifying ease.

Give me all of you.

Too much, too hot. Matthew has never taken me this far. Under a woman's

fingertips, I finally understand what it means to drown. I feel like I've melted

into water, giving her my body and my soul.

Ava! I can't take it anymore!

Three years of pent-up mood finally breaks loose all at once.

The aftershocks still move through my limbs like tiny electric currents.

I don't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Whenever Matthew is done, he just pulls up the covers and goes to sleep, leaving

me alone with the mess.

Ava handles me like fragile glass, cleaning me up with care.

You did so well, Chloe.

Don't go.

Stay tonight.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll stay right here until you wake up.

Those idiot clients kept me out drinking until after midnight.

Chloe, get me a black coffee. His voice shatters the beautiful dream of last

night. Just hearing him in this house makes me feel trapped.

Why are you dodging me?

I... I just made coffee. That's probably what you smell. I can't stand him

touching me. The thought of those hands that pound keyboards and grip whiskey

glasses touching my skin makes my stomach turn.

You don't smell like coffee. You smell like rose oil. A lot of it. What were

you doing last night?

I used it on her, Dad.

Chloe's been sleeping badly and she's run down.

I came over last night and gave her a deep relaxation massage with rose oil.

Oh. That explains it.

Look at her today. She looks like a different person. Her cheeks are

practically glowing.

Guess your treatment works.

Yeah, she slept really well last night. Matthew has no idea the rose oil on my

skin is the most intimate proof of what his daughter and I did in our bedroom

last night.

Matthew stayed home with a hangover instead of going to the office.

He's working less than 15 feet away.

while Ava uses a follow-up treatment as an excuse to stretch me on the living

room floor.

Dad, Chloe's leg is still pretty tight. I'm going to stretch it out for her.

Thanks, Ava. Make sure she gets a real workout.

She can't spend all day acting like she's made of glass.

He wants you to work up a sweat.

Was last night not enough? How can she say that with Matthew right there? All

he has to do is turn around, and he'll see how tangled up we are.

That project's margin needs to go up two points.

If it doesn't, you can all start packing your desks.

Right under my husband's nose, his daughter hides the dirtiest temptation

behind a perfectly professional pose.

The wrongness of it makes my starved heart race.

Dad, your neck and shoulders look tight, too.

Want me to work on them?

No. I'm slammed.

Just take care of your stepmother. She's so delicate, she needs a massage every

five minutes. Hear that?

He told me to take good care of you.

Ava, please, not here. But your pulse is racing right here.

Chloe, you're even more sensitive than you were last night.

One whisper from her destroys the last of my reason.

With Matthew only a few feet away, I realize in horror that Ava's touch has

already left me wet again.

Matthew's keyboard is clacking less than 15 feet away while I'm in another

woman's arms.

burning up from the inside out.

The damn internet is down again. I'm going to reboot the router in the study.

He's coming over.

If he looks down, he'll see exactly where Ava's hand is. Chloe, why are you

sweating so much?

Ava must really be putting you through a workout.

Dad, her fascia is really tight.

Sweating like this is a normal response.

Watching my husband's back while his daughter touches me, the thrill of

almost getting caught wipes out the last of my resistance.

You spend your whole life holding everything in for him. When are you

going to let yourself make a sound? For me?

I escape to the kitchen, hoping a glass of warm water will cool the unnatural

heat inside me.

Ava, I already drank from that. I know. I wanted to taste you.

Every move, every word makes it obvious she loves me. Matthew has never given me

that. Not once.

Chloe, stop looking at him. Look at me.

Please?

The click of the lock hits me like a hammer. Matthew's coming out.

Router's fixed.

Chloe, make me an ice americano and a couple of sandwiches.

I don't even have time for lunch. Okay, right away.

I'll help you cut them.

You just finished stretching, and your muscles are still relaxed. You shouldn't

be on your feet too long. Ava's right.

Sit down and rest. See how thoughtful she is. Matthew's voice is right behind

me, while Ava stands at my side, using the kitchen island to block his view.

Is she insane?

All Matthew has to do is look up and he'll see where her hand is. With

nothing between us, her bare palm presses directly against my sensitive

skin. That soft, precise touch sends electricity through my whole body.

What's taking you so long over there? I need that coffee to stay awake.

Coming. With my husband barking orders at me, I let his daughter touch me. My

body betrays every boundary I ever had, answering with an even deeper need.

All he knows how to do is yell at you.

But with me, you bloom.

I don't even have the strength to resist anymore.

As long as I'm trapped in this house with Matthew's coldness, Ava's

tenderness feels like my only way out.

Dad, here's your lunch.

Chloe's muscles are cramping a little.

I'll help her back to the bedroom so she can rest.

Fine. She's all yours.

Make her lie down and keep her from bothering me.

Her arms are strong, holding me securely against her through my sweat-soaked gray

yoga clothes. You can't even handle something this simple. What am I paying

you people for?

Don't listen to him. Listen to my heartbeat.

Through her black camisess, I can feel her young, powerful heart pounding, and

every beat feels like it's for me.

Matthew's angry sheeting is outside the door.

Ava's endless tenderness is right in front of me. The contrast destroys what

little reason I have left.

Your clothes are soaked. You'll get cold in them. Let me take them off.

I... I can do it myself.

You can barely lift your arms, Chloe.

You don't have to be strong with me. Her voice feels like a spell.

I finally let go and let her peel away my defenses as if she's unwrapping

something precious.

That look in her eyes is possessive, but never rough.

Somehow that makes it more dangerous than any direct touch.

You're so beautiful.

Sometimes I'm jealous of the air in this room.

Because it gets to touch you whenever it wants.

In that moment, marriage, morality, all of it stops mattering.

My husband is only a few steps outside the door, while his daughter kneels in

front of me, worshipping my skin with her lips. The contradiction makes my

head spin.

Chloe! Where'd you put my blue shirt? I've got a video call this afternoon.

Don't! Quiet.

He's right outside.

The sound of the doorknob turning cuts through my nerves. My whole body goes

rigid. My heart nearly stops.

Why is the door locked? Chloe, did you hear me?

She's lost her mind. Matthew is knocking, and her hand is still moving

lower. Every knock comes with another movement of her fingers.

Fear and pleasure twist together until I can't think straight.

Chloe, tell me.

Who do you belong to now?

Damn it! If you don't answer, I'm getting the spare key.

Where the hell is that spare key?

I can never find anything in this house.

The sound of him searching becomes a countdown.

If he opens that door, he'll see his daughter kneeling on our silk sheets

with her fingers buried inside me.

Answer him, Chloe. Tell him why you locked the door. She looks untouchable,

yet she's using the most shameless ways to push me over the edge. The contrast

leaves me wetter than ever.

Found it. Chloe, I'm counting to three. If you don't open this door, I'm coming

in myself.

Don't come in. I'm changing.

Why lock the door just to change? Why is your voice shaking like that?

My husband is questioning me through one thin door while his daughter drives me

out of my mind.

I bite my lips, terrified one moat will give everything away.

I got sweaty during the treatment.

Then I got cold and I almost tripped.

You're such a hassle. Forget the shirt.

I'll wear something else. Hurry up and come out.

Don't pass out in there.

He's gone.

The man who claims he gave me a stable life couldn't even be bothered to open

the door and check whether I was okay.

See?

He doesn't even care if you're okay.

The kiss tastes faintly salty.

mixed with my own scent.

I close my eyes as tears slide down my face and wrap my arms around her narrow

waist, surrendering completely.

The room is so quiet I can hear only our tangled breathing.

The mark she left on me burns like a brand, cutting the last thread tying me

to this empty marriage.

Chloe, don't ever cry over him again.

He doesn't deserve it.

Matthew only cares that I keep the house looking respectable.

This 22-year-old woman only cares whether I'm hurting, whether I'm

unhappy.

To hell with morality.

To hell with boundaries.

For once, I just want to be a woman in the arms of someone who sees me.

She doesn't make me clean myself up alone.

She stands under the water with me, fully clothed.

washing away the sweat and mess as if I'm something rare and precious.

The reflection in the mirror takes my breath away, her long, graceful body,

water tracing her neck and shoulders, before dripping onto the marks on my

collarbone. It's a pure, dangerous kind of beauty no man has ever made me feel.

Chloe, I'm heading to my meeting.

Don't wait up for dinner.

See? He can't wait to leave you.

Come with me, Chloe.

Leave this cold glass box behind.

The words come with me. Split open the dead, dry world I've been living in for

three years.

I look into her dark eyes through the steam. Every rule I've ever lived by is

screaming in my head, but my body greedily drinks in the warmth of her

skin. You're scared.

Or of what you really want.

Ava.

I'm older than you.

And I'm... I'm Matthew's wife.

The second her lips meet mine, every doubt burns away. That careful, feminine

attention tears down every defense I've built. In this room, you don't belong to

anyone. You're just Chloe.

A woman who deserves to be cherished and loved. She looks at me like I'm

priceless. Matthew has never looked at me that way. He only complains that I

take too long in the shower and keep him awake.

That ring has trapped you for three years.

All it's given you is silence, neglect and pain.

The second I take it off, I'm crossing that line for good. There's no going

back.

From today on, your hands, your body, Every part of you belongs to me.

Without that cold diamond ring weighing me down, my left hand feels lighter than

ever. Ava's lips are wildfire, setting every dead part of me ablaze. You're so

sweet, Chloe.

So much sweeter than I ever imagined.

Ava, slower.

There's a softness and precision to a woman's touch that no man has ever given

me. She controls my breath, my trembling, even my soul with terrifying

ease.

One night of being truly touched washes away three years of withering.

I'm not that meek, neglected wife anymore.

I'm a woman who's finally loved.

That meeting was a disaster. I never should have gone.

Chloe, you look different today.

Why are you pulling away? I'm your husband.

Where is your wedding ring?

Dad, Chloe got really sweaty during her treatment this afternoon.

Her ring was slipping.

Treatment, so I had her take it off and leave it by the sink.

Right in front of Matthew, her fingertint traces my palm.

That quiet protection, that dangerous little secret, gives me a sense of

safety I've never felt in this suffocating marriage.

Matthew's suspicious stare used to terrify me. But now, with Ava standing

between us, there's something almost thrilling about fear.

A treatment.

She's just too delicate.

Chloe, put your ring back on.

Walking around barehanded makes you look like some desperate housewife looking to

cheat.

The ring.

Ava threw it away this afternoon.

Dad, her muscles are still really sore.

I'll go with her and help her look for it.

Then hurry up and make me something for this hangover when you're done.

Ava, what do we do?

The ring isn't in the trash.

If Matthew finds out... She's not helping me look for the ring at all.

She's staring at my neckline.

Are you really that scared of him finding out?

Ava, stop. He's right outside.

Chloe!

Does it take all day to find one damn ring?

My husband is shouting on the other side of the door while his daughter has me

pinned against the sink, my knees going weak.

The danger of being caught any second sends sweat prickering across my skin.

I wasn't going to let you get in trouble.

I picked it up.

But I want you to ask for it.

Use that pretty voice and beg me to give it back.

Please, Ava, give it to me.

That's the ring that says I'm Matthew's wife.

Now it's become something his daughter uses to make me submit.

The cold metal and her burning fingertips make my whole body tremble.

Beg me for what, Chloe?

Say it.

Please, give me the ring.

Ava, I can't take anymore.

What are you two doing in there? Fall into the toilet or something?

He's coming.

The door isn't even locked.

If he pushes it open, it's over.

Don't.

The turning doorknob, my husband's angry breathing, and the waves building inside

me all crash together.

Ava sends me over an edge I've never reached before.

Found it It

took you that long to find a ring

Chloe why is your face so red?

It slipped into the gap by the drain Chloe panicked and crouched down too

long her blood sugar dropped

Finally

Lose it again, and I'm cutting off your credit card.

He looks at the ring on my finger like it's proof he owns me. He'll never know

that minutes ago, his daughter used that same ring in the most intimate way.

She's savoring it.

Right in front of Matthew.

She's savoring what just happened in the bathroom.

The cold metal still seems to hold the heat of Ava's fingertips.

This ridiculous wedding ring has become the secret symbol of our conspiracy.

My head is killing me. Chloe, come rub my temples.

The stale mix of alcohol and cheap afterbirth closes around me like a

suffocating net.

I used to do everything a wife was supposed to do. Now the thought of his

cold hands touching me makes me sick.

Dad, Chloe split a nail looking for the ring. I'll do it. I'm the professional.

You always know what you're doing.

Chloe, sit down and take off my shoes.

Rub my legs.

Matthew closes his eyes and enjoys his daughter's care, while I kneel at his

feet, feeling like prey, on display under Ava's gaze.

Ow.

What the hell was that?

Nothing. My dress caught on something.

Matthew's breathing is right above me while Ava's bare toes slowly tease past

my defenses.

The wrongness of it, with him this close, sets my throat on fire.

Between the alcohol and the massage, Matthew falls asleep almost as soon as

he gets back to the bedroom.

But the heat Ava stirred up in me keeps eating away at my sanity.

You had a hard time holding back in the living room, didn't you?

Ava, he's right there on the bed.

Matthew's snoring fills the room. Instead of backing off, Ava pins me

against the closet door with almost reckless intensity.

Keep wearing the ring he gave you.

Feel it while you decide who you really belong to.

Every rustle from Matthew turning in bed explodes in my ears.

I'm standing right beside him while his daughter steals the breath from my

lungs.

Tell me, what is that ring doing now?

Don't, Ava, please.

Cold metal presses against burning skin. Pleasure tears through my reason while

the fear that my husband could wake up any second drags me deeper.

In a room filled with his scent, I use the ring he bought me to betray him

completely. And the worst part is, I love how far I've fallen.

I look at myself in the mirror. I don't see that withered, numb version of

myself anymore.

Last night's terrifying surrender woke up a body I thought had died years ago.

My head is killing me. Chloe, get me some ice water.

Why do you look so weird today?

I probably didn't sleep well. I'll get your water.

Who would have guessed someone who looks this restrained could be that wild in

this very bedroom?

Morning, Mrs. Dutiful Wife.

Satisfied with last night's treatment?

The shower is loud, but all I can hear is my own heartbeat.

The glass of ice water between us is slick with condensation, but her

fingertips feel even hotter.

You look beautiful today, Chloe.

Don't. Matthew could come out any second.

The water is cold, but the way she looks at me feels like she could devour me.

Outside my husband's bathroom, I'm clinging to her like a woman starved for

affection.

Chloe! Where's my aftershave?

In the cabinet behind the mirror!

Why is this coffee so bitter?

Chloe, can't you even make coffee right anymore?

He's always complaining, always talking down to me.

Before, I would have panicked and rushed to add sugar.

Now I just think he looks ridiculous.

Dad, you drank too much last night.

Your taste is still off.

Chloe's coffee is always good. Under the counter, where Matthew can't see, Ava

slips off her slipper, her bare foot glides slowly up my calf.

What are you doing? You've been spacing out all morning.

Nothing. Some hot oil splashed on my hand.

Careful, Chloe.

Don't let yourself get burned.

Her kiss isn't rough or greedy.

It's a fine, deadly net that slowly steals the last air from my lungs.

Ava, too deep.

Chloe, did you fall in the toilet? Where's my briefcase?

Matthew's footsteps are getting closer to the bathroom.

One door away.

If he turns the handle, he'll see his wife and daughter doing the one thing he

could never imagine against the sink.

Don't hide.

Tell him what you're doing. Why is this door locked?

Are you wasting time on makeup again?

Hurry up and get out here!

I'll be out in a second!

Your briefcase is in the entryway cabinet behind the door.

I'm lying to my husband through the door while my body melts in his daughter's

arms.

The risk of being caught any second lights something inside me I can't even

name. Good girl.

See? He doesn't care what you're actually going through. In here.

Why is your face so red?

How do you work up a sweat? Just washing your face?

The water was too hot. It's stuffy in there.

Dad, Chloe's pretty weak right now. I'll give her another recovery session later.

Fine. She's yours.

I'm working late the next few nights anyway, so at least she won't be

bothering me.

Hear that, Chloe?

He gave you to me.

Matthew is gone.

This house that held me prisoner for three years suddenly feels like it

belongs only to us.

All because of the 22-year-old woman in front of me.

Ava. Without the fear of being caught, her kisses turn fearless.

The softness and strength of another woman wrap around me, stripping away my

reason bit by bit.

I fall back onto the cold silk sheets, still able to smell Matthew's

aftershave.

But my body burns only for the woman above me.

This is where he lies every night with his back to you, isn't it?

Not anymore.

She isn't just taking off a ring.

She's peeling away the shell of being Matthew's wife, piece by piece.

Ava.

On this bed, I want you to forget him.

Remember only me.

This seduction disguised as therapy destroys the dead life.

I've been living for three years.

In Ava's arms, for the first time, I remember what it feels like to breathe

as Chloe.

You're free, Chloe.

Damn it!

I left an important contract in the safe!

Chloe, where are you?

The door is about to open, but I'm not afraid anymore.

If my old world is going to collapse, then let

it burn.