TESSA

The guilt was eating me alive by the third day on the island. Every morning I woke up next to Victor, his arm draped casually over my waist like I was still his loyal trophy wife, and all I could think about was how Taylor had fucked me on the same terrace where we had dinner the night before. How I had knelt there with his cum dripping down my face while my husband was steps away. I felt disgusting. Cheap. Worthless. Yet the second Victor left for his morning calls, my body started aching for Taylor again.

I hated myself for it.

I tried to resist today. I...