Contract Marriage with my one night stand — Trapped by his terms

Nancy opened the door slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips. The plan was to surprise him—show up unannounced, a little weekend escape for the both of them. But the smile faded the moment she stepped inside. Lace bras. Panties. High heels tossed carelessly across the floor. A handbag that wasn’t hers lay overturned near the couch. The air felt thick, filled with heat. Sticky. Warm. Then came the sound—faint, but unmistakable. Moaning, slow, rhythmic, shameless panting. Flesh clashing together. A young yet unfamiliar voice screaming Julian's name. Nancy's chest tightened, heart dropped, lungs refusing to expand. She set her suitcase down, barely registering the soft thud. Her feet moved on their own, gliding over the tile like she wasn’t really there. She moved quietly, feet like ghosts on the cold tiles, each step heavier than the last. The bedroom door was cracked open—just enough. She pushed it slowly. There she was. Another woman, naked, riding Julian like she owned him. Her head tossed back, mouth open with soft, unfiltered moans. Julian’s hands gripped her waist, knuckles pale from the pressure, his eyes shut like he was somewhere far away—with her. Nancy didn’t move, she couldn't at least not after what she witnessed in front of her. She was always busy and only got a two week break every three months. Here she was ready to spend it with her boyfriend but he already had a blondie keeping him busy. Her breath hitched, sharp and shallow, caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. A cold chill wrapped around her spine, squeezing her bones. Her fingers twitched by her sides, stiff and useless. Her legs—suddenly heavy as stone—threatened to buckle beneath her. Her eyes stung, welled with a betrayal so raw it stole her voice. She felt it all at once: the rage, the disbelief, the heartbreak—and beneath it, the humiliating realization that she had been nothing more than a fool with flowers and hope. Then something snapped. The door flew open with a loud bang that startled both of them. The woman yelped, startled, and Julian’s eyes flew open—drenched in guilt. “Nancy?” His voice cracked, caught in his throat. She stepped forward like a storm unleashed. “How could you?” The words spilled out of her, trembling with fury and heartbreak. “How could you do this to me?” Julian scrambled to grab a sheet. “Babe, wait—just relax—it’s not what it looks like—” “Not what it looks like?” Her voice rose, raw and shaking. “She was on top of you! Riding you, her moans filling the whole room. I saw everything!” “She’s just a friend,” he tried, feeble and pathetic. Her laugh was sharp and bitter. “A friend?” she snapped. “A friend you were buried inside of? With her moaning your name? That kind of friend?!” She turned toward the woman, rage boiling over. Her hand raised before she could stop herself—a hard slap came across the stranger’s cheek. “What the f**k b***h?!” the woman hissed. Julian grabbed Nancy's arm and shoved her back. Hard. She stumbled. Shock paralyzed her more than the pain. “Julian,” she whispered. “Did you just... Push me?” He glared at her, breathing hard. “Yes, I did. You come into my place, uninvited, and attack someone? Are you crazy?” Tears welled in her eyes. “I came to surprise you…” “And I never asked you to,” he snapped. “You think you're special? You're not. You're nothing, Nancy. Just a body to pass time. I never wanted you for anything else.” His words cut deeper than the slap. She couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in her chest as if she had just been stabbed — well she had, not by a real knife but the effect was the same. “You have nothing I need,” he added coldly. “Now get out.” She stood there, shaking, her hands clutched in a fist. Stripped of pride, love, dignity—all of it. “Out!” he barked. Nancy turned, numb. She didn’t speak. Didn’t cry. She simply walked out the door and left everything behind. Four years - four whole years wasted on a good for nothing cheat. Julian was going to regret this and Nancy would make sure of it.