Fatal Affair

Chapter Three

When Richard saw Emily's husband, he nervously turned his head away.

"Why are you standing at my doorstep?" Emily's husband, carrying a briefcase, asked coldly, his voice devoid of warmth.

Under the icy blue gaze of Emily's husband, Richard shuddered involuntarily.

"I... I'm here to deliver pizza," Richard's voice trembled as he pointed to his pizza parlor uniform.

Feeling uneasy, Richard avoided making eye contact with Emily's husband, whose gaze was truly terrifying.

Most importantly, he had just had an affair with Emily, and if her husband found out, he wouldn't spare him.

It was evident from Emily's husband's eyes that he was a ruthless man!

He might even kill him!

"Nothing, I'll just leave!" Richard turned and ran without looking back.

Even though Richard didn't glance back, it felt like there was a "knife" pointed at his back - Emily's husband's gaze!

Richard ran downstairs in one breath, his heart pounding violently. He took a deep breath and calmed his emotions after sitting on the motorcycle for a while.

Then he quickly rode away from the scene.

Up in the apartment, Emily's husband watched Richard from the dark corner where the light didn't reach the window, until Richard's motorcycle disappeared around the corner.

Emily's husband turned back to the door of Room 609, took out the keys, and unlocked the door.

By now, Emily had put on her clothes and cleaned up the wetness and semen on the floor, looking flawless.

But at this moment, Emily still felt a bit guilty seeing her husband return. She smiled and asked, "David, why are you home earlier than usual today?"

"I was too tired today, so I didn't work overtime," David loosened his tie and suddenly turned to look at Emily.

Startled by his gaze, Emily's heart rate suddenly increased.

"Have you been drinking today?" David asked suspiciously, looking at Emily's increasingly flushed face.

"Yes!" Emily replied casually.

Before Emily could come up with an explanation, David said in a deep voice, "Emily, you know I don't like the smell of alcohol. You're a full-time housewife, and I don't ask for much, just hoping you can act like a wife, not like a drunkard."

"I'm sorry," Emily apologized with her head down, "I'll go take a shower now."

With her head down, Emily walked towards the bathroom.

David, expressionless, picked up his briefcase and headed to the study.

In the bathroom, the shower continuously washed Emily's naked body, with water droplets rolling on her voluptuous figure.

There was still warm semen flowing from Emily's v****a, left by Richard earlier...

At this moment, Emily felt both distressed and excited.

Distressed because she couldn't bear the loneliness and had an affair on impulse.

Excited because the delivery guy had brought her an unprecedented pleasure.

Emily's husband, David, was a workaholic.

Even after work, there was little communication between David and Emily.

The couple had not had a marital relationship for a long time.

Emily felt extremely depressed.

Danielle had no idea how lonely and empty a full-time housewife like her could be on a daily basis...

Emily's hand continued to touch her private parts, enjoying the stimulation from the friction.

Her gaze started to become hazy as she couldn't help but recall the scene of having s*x with the delivery guy on the sofa...

Lost in her thoughts, slippery fluids once again flowed from her vagina...

"I wonder what the delivery guy's name is?" Emily thought to herself.

On the other side, David returned to the study and placed the briefcase on the table. Recalling Emily's behavior just now, a hint of suspicion appeared on his face.

He couldn't shake the feeling that today's Emily was acting strangely.

Could it be that Emily had discovered his identity!?

With that thought, David opened the briefcase.

The top layer of his briefcase contained two handguns, along with magazines and silencers.

The bottom layer held various knives!

The sharp blades still had traces of blood that hadn't been cleaned off...

Richard had a strange dream.

At night, moans echoed in the dimly lit room.

He and Emily lay naked on the bed.