MEMORA, academy of magic

“Ahh… mmh… ngh…”

A low, breathy moan filled the room. Fingers traced over the skin of sleeping Antonio, dragging lightly across his chest and sending a jolt through his body.

“Aahh…nghh...”

Antonio’s eyes flew open from his sleep.

For a moment, he was disoriented. Almost immediately, he realized what was happening—Elaine was on top of him.

Nothing on her. She was completely naked.

What...? How....?

For years, Antonio had yearned for the affection of his wife, Elaine. He endured both her coldness and the humiliation of being regarded as worthless.

And now she who had refused to share a bed with him for three years, was straddling him with her body pressed against his in ways she had never permitted before.

Her swollen lips parted, trembling as she moved, with her moans escaping in growing intensity.

“Elaine…” His voice was hoarse and uneven. “What are you doing?”

Elaine just leaned closer, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along his jaw with her hands sliding over his chest. Her body moved with practiced ease, igniting sensations he had long since given up hope of experiencing with her.

“I want you..” she murmured against his ear seductively.

Hearing this, Antonio couldn't help himself any longer. He rolled over and pinned her down. Every inch of her wrapped around him in a hot way that was both exhilarating and completely disorienting.

Elaine screamed as she reached her climax, and Antonio was right behind her. Just as it exploded, he heard Elaine moan a name.

"Harry!"

The name cut through the haze like a blade, and Antonio instantly stiffened with his entire body turning to ice on her.

Harry Gibson?

The name Elaine moaned belonged to the man she had loved before their marriage—the one she had broken up with years ago and who had just returned yesterday.

Antonio felt like he had been stabbed from the inside.

After they got married, Antonio handed over the management of his business empire to others so that Elaine could focus on building her own career.

He shifted his priorities to their family.

And to all to protect her pride, he supported her from behind the scenes while ensuring her company thrived without her ever knowing the extent of his help.

But his sacrifices, his patience, had all been in vain!

Tonight, Elaine hadn’t come to him out of love. She had come to him because she had mistaken him for someone else. Because, in her mind, she was with Harry Gibson!

Antonio’s heart sank. He looked at her and felt nothing but disgust. Without a word, he turned and walked out of their bedroom.

****

Antonio, asleep on the living room couch, was jolted awake by a splash of water on his face.

Elaine’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

"You asshole—! What did you do to me?!" She screamed.

Antonio wiped the water off, staring in confusion at his “dear” wife.

"You drugged me, didn’t you?!" Elaine spat.

Her voice choked with fury as she clutched her head. "You forced yourself on me while I was unconscious!"

Antonio felt like he had been slapped.

"What the hell are you talking about?" His voice was low and dangerously steady, "Do you even hear yourself? You came to me last night! You climbed into my bed, you touched me, you—!"

"Impossible!" she shot back.

Antonio exhaled sharply. "If I was the monster you're painting me as, why would I have waited three years? Have I ever forced you? Even once?!"

She didn't buy it. "Maybe you've just been waiting to take advantage of me all these years. So stop playing innocent!"

Antonio let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

“You completely forgot about last night, didn’t you? So you don’t remember moaning another man’s name either?”

Elaine sucked in a breath.

“Tell me, Elaine…” Antonio’s gaze was ice-cold. “When exactly did I drug you? Before or after you were calling out for Harry?”

Elaine’s face went pale. For the first time since their marriage, she looked genuinely caught off guard.

But the next second, she grabbed the glass in her hand and hurled it at him.

Antonio dodged just in time, and the glass shattered against the wall.

“You lying bastard!”

Elaine glared at him, panting, her eyes filled with nothing but disdain and contempt.

“I don't believe any single word you say! You went to such great lengths to deceive me, all because you wanted to have a child with me, didn’t you? Did you really think having a baby would make me love you?”

“Forget it. Let me tell you- I already took emergency contraception!”

She swept her gaze over Antonio from head to toe, a twisted, furious smile curling on her lips.

“I would never have a child with a worthless man like you!”

“No child of mine would ever inherit defective genes like yours.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Antonio muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is still how you see me?”

Elaine let out a cold laugh. “And what exactly have you done? Other than playing the obedient dog at home, have you ever been useful?

“At least Harry has money. He can bring real benefits to my company. And you? You’re nothing.”

Antonio exhaled sharply, stepping back.

"If you said so, Elaine." He said in an eerily calm voice, "Let’s get a divorce."

The words hung in the air and Elaine's face twisted in disbelief.

"What did you just say?"

Then she just burst into laughter.

“Don't think I'll take you seriously, you piece of shit. How dare you divorce me?”