Take Me Daddy: Unholy Devotion

I Can't Do This

Margaret’s POV

I looked at Julia with a heart that would not stay still in my chest. It kept beating fast, uneven, like it was trying to warn me against something I had already stepped too close to. My fingers curled slightly by my side as I tried to steady myself, but nothing about that moment felt steady.

I cannot do this.

The thought came sharp and clear this time, cutting through the noise, the music, the heat in the room, everything.

I cannot do this to my husband.

He does not deserve this. Not after everything. Not after the way he looks at me, the way he chooses me over and over again, even when I make it difficult for him. The thought of him alone at home slipped into my mind without warning.

I could see it clearly.

He would probably be in the sitting room, not even properly asleep. Waiting. Maybe pretending to sleep so he would not look desperate. Just so he would not miss the moment I walked in. Just so he could know I was safe.

That thought alone made my chest tighten.

And here I was. Sitting in a place like this. Allowing myself to be pulled into something that could ruin everything.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it. Go enjoy yourself," I said, pushing the words out before I could change my mind. I stood up from the chair, my decision finally settling inside me. I had already made up my mind. I needed to go back to my husband.

"Where are you going?" Julia asked immediately I stood up.

"Back to my husband. Thanks a lot for the fun. It really distracted me and made me realize something important. So I'm going back to face him before I make the worst mistake of my life."

Even as I said it, I could feel something shifting inside me. Not weakness. Not yet. But something uncomfortable. Something that did not want to be fully honest with itself.

"Oh... I didn't know I was trying to make you make a mistake. I was thinking I was looking out for a friend. I didn't know it was misunderstood in other manner. You can go back to your husband and leave me. After all, you are married, and I'm a single mother. What do I know about marriage? Go back to your husband's lovely arms." she said and looked away like she was carrying something heavy inside her chest.

Her words landed slowly.

Too slowly.

And they stayed.

I stood there for a moment, watching her, unsure of what I was supposed to feel. Guilt crept in quietly, wrapping itself around my earlier certainty. It was subtle, but it was there.

"Hey, I didn't mean it that way," I said, stepping closer, trying to soften whatever I had just broken. But she brushed my hand off.

The movement was small, but it hit harder than I expected.

"I'm not angry. Go back, he's waiting," she said, though her voice said something else entirely.

That was the problem. Her voice. It did not match her words. And that mismatch pulled at me in a way I could not ignore.

I hesitated. Just for a second. But that second stretched longer than it should have.

My mind split in two.

One part of me was already walking out of the club, heading straight home, imagining the look on my husband’s face when he saw me. Imagining the relief, the quiet warmth, the safety.

The other part of me stayed right where I was.

Watching Julia. Feeling like I had just abandoned her. Feeling like I had misunderstood her intentions.

Feeling like I was the one who had made something simple complicated. And I hated that feeling.

"I will stay and watch you have fun. I don't like it that my friend is mad at me. Let's go get those t**s and ass some massage," I said, the words coming out before I could fully process them.

Even as I said it, something inside me twisted.

This was not what I had decided. But I was already moving. Already pulling her up.

Already stepping into something I had just tried to walk away from.