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Mark was studying when he heard the sound of tapping heels approaching his room and stopping right in front of the door. He was sure it must be his wife who had been looking for him since he was no longer in bed.

He hurriedly opened the door that was locked. He wanted to caress his wife a little in this place to create a different atmosphere for them. Unfortunately, it was not his wife—Zanara—who stood before him, but Laura—or Bernadette.

"What do you want? It's late; you should be getting rest with your son." Mark took a step back and was about to close the door. However, Laura quickly pushed the door back open.

"He's also your son, Mark. Please don't deny it! Why are you so scared, Mark? You've been avoiding me for a while now. Why?"

"Why don't you stop, Laura? Our relationship is over."

"Give me what I want, and I will keep my mouth shut so your beloved wife knows nothing," the woman with copper-colored hair said to the man with the chiseled jaw before her. It was clear that the man had refused her request.

That's why she pulled out the final move; a threat.

"What do you want?" the man asked, finally.

The woman with the synthetic body of a Spanish violin brought her lips to the man's ear, wanting to tell him what she wanted. But erotically. Because, of course, she didn't want anything ordinary.

Not something ordinary, but more than what the man had imagined.

"I want you, Mark. Right here, right now!" she whispered in the ear of the man she called Mark.

The man suddenly moved his body away.

"You're out of your mind, Laura! You want me to betray my wife in my own home? What if she finds out? What if—"

"What if she not? She still sleeps, Mark, and I promise you not to scream as we did in the past."

The woman called Laura didn't wait for Mark's answer but silenced the man's words with wild strokes. Finally, Mark succumbed to the passion increasingly spoiled by the touch and temptation blown by Laura.

At that very moment, Mark turns into another person, no longer a man who upholds loyalty to Zanara—the only woman who can master all his soul and body and whom he has loved for a long time. He even considers Laura a mere incarnation of Zanara, and his love for Laura will never match his passion for Zanara.

What happened to Mark was no longer the case. He had forgotten how he fought for the woman of his heart to become his wife—the mother of his unborn baby.

The man groaned, enjoying the play by the woman who moved freely above him. All were happening right in front of Zanara.

Zanara could not and would never forget that moment, ever.

HONK HONK!!!