When Desire Meets Deception The Dangerous Game Of Forbidden Lust

I stood frozen, clutching the doorknob as if it was my lifeline. The argument unfolding on the other side of the door was like a punch to my gut.

Nathan's raised voice sent a shiver down my spine. "You can't ask me to marry you now, Elena," he yelled.

My mind reeled as I tried to process what I was hearing.

Six years of marriage, and it had all come crashing down. 

The first three years were a whirlwind of romance and laughter or maybe that was what I thought, but the fairy tale came crashing down when my father passed away. I was left alone, and the weight of my father's legacy fell squarely on my shoulders.

I lost my mom the moment I entered the world, and my father became my entire universe. When he passed away, the ground beneath me crumbled, leaving me shattered and lost. In that darkness, Nathan was the only light I saw.

In a moment of raw grief, I handed Nathan the keys to my father's empire – the company, the properties, everything. I was blinded by my pain and trust in him, and he knew exactly what he wanted. He took it all, and I gave it willingly, thinking I'd secured our future together.

But as time went on, I watched in dismay as he transformed into a stranger. His priorities shifted, and work became an all-consuming obsession. Visits home dwindled to rare occurrences, and our conversations felt forced. The man I loved seemed to fade away, replaced by a shadow of his former self.

I'd suspected there was someone else, but I'd chosen to ignore the signs. The women's belongings I'd found on him, the late-night calls every time he was at home, the distant gaze-I convinced myself it was all just work-related. But now, the truth was slapping me in the face.

The mention of Elena's name sent a wave of nausea washing over me. The words Nathan spoke next were like a knife to the heart: "Let's just keep the pregnancy a secret for now. You are Yara's best friend. I can't just marry you because I want to."

I felt like I was living in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. Is this really happening?

He wasn't just cheating-but with my best friend.

Elena was the only friend I had all my life. She was one of the orphans that was sponsored by my father's company and my father held her in high esteem because she was the brightest among her peers, and that's how we became best friends. But now, it's cruelly fitting that she's carrying my husband's child.

As I pushed open the door, fury and pain seared my veins. Nathan and Elena stood frozen, caught in the act.

"How could you?" I spat, my voice trembling with anger. "Both of you?"

Nathan took a step forward, but I held up my hand, stopping him. "Don't even think about it," I warned.

Elena looked like she'd been slapped, but I didn't care. "You're...you're my best friend," I said, my voice cracking.

The room fell silent, filled only with the sound of my ragged breathing. My world had just been turned upside down. 

"What now?" I demanded, looking at Nathan. "You expect me to just forgive and forget?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Nathan's eyes darted between me and Elena, but I refused to look at her. My focus was on the man who had broken my trust, my vows, and my heart.

"You...you didn't know about Elena and me?" Nathan asked, his voice laced with guilt.

"Know?" I laughed, a bitter sound. "I suspected, but I chose to ignore it. I thought our marriage was stronger than this and I never expected Elena to be the woman you're cheating with."

Elena finally found her voice. "Yara, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

I turned to her, my anger boiling over. "Sorry? You're sorry? You're my best friend, and you've been sleeping with my husband. Sorry isn't enough."

The room fell silent again, the tension palpable. Nathan's face was unreadable, while Elena seemed on the verge of tears.

"What about the baby?" I asked, my voice cold. "You want to marry him now, with a child on the way?"

Elena's eyes dropped, and Nathan shifted uncomfortably. "It's...complicated," he began.

"Complicated?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You're going to have a child with my best friend, and you're still living with me. That's not complicated – that's disgusting."