Divorced Before Marriage The Forbidden Affair

The quietness of the morning was no strange feeling at all, as it had become a usual part of Delaney's everyday life. It was a lifestyle she had gotten used to, and she'd accepted it wholeheartedly. Truth is, she might never be able to get used to a normal, happy life. But at least, it's better than the hell and torment she called a life that she used to have while growing up.

Between two torments, she’d chosen the lesser one.

Delaney Duncan busied herself with her usual chores that morning as she prepared breakfast for her fiance, Blaine. Her delicate hands expertly arranged the table with so much love and care as she tried to maintain the smile she'd forced on her face.

"How long does it take to prepare a simple breakfast?" The cold voice of the man she so desperately loved filtered the air.

"Good morning, love," Delaney's tender voice greeted in her usual cheerful manner after taking in a deep breath to calm her nervous self.

Blaine totally ignored her greetings and walked over to the dining with his face twisted in a frown as he stared at the neatly arranged table – one thing he appreciated about her… Her cooking skills were as good as she looked. The aroma was divine and the sight of the well-prepared meal beckoned enticingly to him.

He eagerly took a seat and quietly savored his meal without uttering a single word to her, not even sparing her a glance.

She gulped hard, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape her eyes. It was a Monday morning, and she desperately intended to keep a positive atmosphere.

Delaney, a 24-year-old goddess of beauty, well endowed with everything a woman would ever wish for, has been so unfortunate. She'd forgotten what love truly felt like. Misery and sadness had become her best companion. Loneliness made sure to take the crown.

"I'll be upstairs," she managed to say.

Her well-sculpted frame made a turn towards the stairs, her perfectly trimmed waist, and full hips swayed effortlessly in the little flowery nightwear she had on, which was provocatively short, hinting at her underlying sensuality.

Blaine stared at her, totally lost. His gaze was dark with lust. He swallowed slowly as he felt the raw desire burning through him. The urge to pull her back and rip her off those filthy, unnecessary apparel drove him to the brink of insanity, but he maintained his cool.

"And why the rush?" He asked, trying to hide the hunger in his voice.

Delaney chuckled inwardly. What exactly does he want? She pondered. He detests her, yet he always wanted her around. Does it mean he finds so much pleasure in her pain? She couldn't help but wonder.

"I have to be somewhere in an hour," she responded after a brief pause.

There was a sudden drop in Blaine's already cold countenance. His eyes turned from dark lust to pure anger, but he didn't allow it to show. He'd never give her the satisfaction of feeling desired by him. He can't possibly be jealous over such a whore. Never!

"And where is that?" He asked, adjusting himself as he made his way out of the dining area into the living room to get his briefcase. He suppressed the nagging feeling pointing out to him that a part of him still loved and cared about her.

"There is a job vacancy I saw online. I'd like to apply." For the first time since that morning, she looked at him in the face.

Her mesmerizing green eyes slowly landed on his face. They were large and expressive, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to go on for miles, making them difficult to ignore.

Blaine caught her gaze but quickly looked away. "That's a good thing. It'll be good to finally have you being useful around the house." He said without an iota of remorse as he stormed out of the house without sparing another glance at her. It made him feel uncomfortable staring into her eyes. He could see the hurt in them but he couldn’t help it. It was never he fault…That’s what he believed.

Delaney felt her heart chatter. She couldn't hold back anymore. She was done being brave. Maybe just a little bit of crying might do the trick. She ran up the stairs with her hands over her mouth as she tried to hold back the scream that threatened to escape her lips.

Delaney cried out her heart. Her chest felt like it was going to tear off. Her shoulders quivered as more tears streamed down her eyes.

It's been three years already and she was still paying for another man's sins. She was only a victim and nothing more.

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