BRENDA

I could hear him swallowing, the obscene sound of his saliva mixing with her juices, not even the running water could mask it.

He dropped a hand and started stroking his cock. His back was to me, but everything he was doing was painfully obvious.

He wasn’t faking it—his desire for that woman poured from every pore of his body. It was as if I weren’t here, as if I didn’t exist.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I had never felt so discarded; it was clear he had chosen her over me.

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