Cheating On You

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'I must be fuckinh insane'

"Do you like that?" he whispered, his body moving against mine. I didn’t answer but my moans gave me away. They spilled out of me as I let myself move with him. "Adda" the way he said my name sent shivers down my spine.

"Ugh… what?"

"You’re not very good at pretending," he said, flashing me that handsome smile of his as he finished inside me.

"s**t, Elijah… ughhh." When it was over, he pulled the blanket up to cover me. To my surprise, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

The next morning, sunlight hit my face and I sat up to find Elijah by the window, sipping a coffee with the curtains wide open.

"Hey! I’m not even dressed yet!" I yelled at him.

"Not my problem," he shot back, his eyes sharp. "Hurry up and cook, I need to eat before we leave."

"O-okay." I scrambled out of bed and got dressed. I had no idea what had changed, but he looked pissed off.

I tried to brush it off and head to the kitchen. Cooking wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but I spotted eggs and pancake mix in the fridge.

'This will work'

I followed the instructions step by step. Fried some eggs, made rice, and mixed up the pancakes. To my shock, everything actually looked decent. A small smile crept onto my face as I set the table, even adding fresh fruit on top of the pancakes to make them look nice.

"Elijah, let’s eat." We sat down together, and I watched him load his plate, waiting nervously for him to take a bite. I’ll admit I'm pretty proud of myself.

"Are you serious?" He frowned, holding up his pancake. "There are eggshells in this, Adda."

"I… I didn’t notice. Sorry." I looked down in shame.

I thought he’d at least try to eat it anyway, but he stood up from his chair and walked away. "I’ll just eat out. What good are you? We're married, at least act like a wif. I can’t even count on you to make something simple."

'Act like a wife'

'Act like a wife'

'Act like a wife'

The words echoed in my head as we left the house and went to a restaurant. We sat in silence the whole time. I barely dared to breathe, scared even the sound of me inhaling would set him off. He was that angry.

"Waiter, bill please." He signaled for the bill and paid without a word. We stepped outside, and I trailed behind him as he walked, no idea where we were going. "Are you for real? Not a single word out of you? It’s like I'm with no one at all."

"Ahhh… I just… I’m still getting used to all this."

"Well, get used to it," he snapped, clearly annoyed.

What is his problem? Last night he couldn’t stop wandering in my body, and now he’s acting like I’m the worst thing that ever happened to him.

I kept replaying what we’d done the night before, I still can't believe it. Was it wrong? We are married, this is supposed to be our honeymoon. But what about Kenji? The man I love, who’s been waiting for me this whole time.

I pulled out my phone and saw twelve missed calls from him. I couldn’t bring myself to answer. How do I tell him that my husband claimed me last night? What if he gets mad? It’s all so complicated. He's the one I loved first, the one who’s always been there for me… and now he’s the one I’m lying to. I’m so frustrated I feel like I’m losing my mind trying to fix this mess.

We were heading back to our place, our house now. The closer we got, the tighter my chest felt, like I was walking straight into a cage I’d be stuck in forever.

My phone rang again. I declined the call and sent Kenji a message.

[To: Kenji

Sorry love, been swamped. We’re heading back now. I’ll call you ASAP]

[From: Kenji

Finally! I was so worried love. I'm afraid that guy might’ve done something to you. Take care, love. I’ll wait. I love you]

No, Kenji… it's not what he did. It's what we did.

I sighed and tucked my phone away, unable to reply. I don’t even know how to face him anymore.

I’m such a terrible person.

"We’ll be sharing a room," he said as we walked in and set down our bags. "We don’t want our parents getting suspicious."

"Okay, but let’s be clear, we need our own space, and we shouldn’t cross any lines." He just smirked at me, like he thought I was joking.

Crazy bastard.

Why is he like this? He's such a lunatic. Did I misread everything from last night? Why else would he cover me up and kiss my shoulder? Was it just for show?

After we finished unpacking, I slipped outside while he was busy upstairs and quickly dialed Kenji’s number.

"Finally! I’ve been trying to reach you. How are you? Are you alright?"

"Love…"

"Are you home yet? Send me your address so I can come check on you."

"No, Kenji. Not right now—I’ll send it to you, but please… don't go here." I almost begged him. I had no idea what would happen if they ran into each other, and knowing Elijah’s temper, he’d lose it if he found out about us.

"You still haven’t told him, have you?" We’d planned to tell Elijah about our relationship from the start since there was nothing between him and me, we’d explain everything and figure out how to break our marriage. That was the plan… until last night ruined it all.

"Not yet. I’m sorry, I’ll find the right time to tell him, I promise."

"Please, Adda. I’m going crazy worrying about you. I know he’ll understand there’s nothing between you two anyway, right?"

Is there nothing between us?

I just mumbled a "yes," my mind is a mess.

"How about you? How are you holding up?"

"I don’t even know anymore, Adda. I waited for you all day wondering where you were, what you were doing…"

My heart ached for him. He didn’t deserve any of this chaos I dragged him into. "Do you want to see me? I’ll make it up to you—I’ll do whatever you want." It was all I could think to say. To comfort him, to remind him he’s still the one I love, the one I’ll choose in the end.

"Who are you talking to?"