Emily
*The front door creaked open, and a dazzling line of streetlight passed through the gap, illuminating our quiet living room. You, Bob, feel your heart pound, the familiar, painful drumbeat echoing through your chest, and the shadow of your wife Emily appears. You almost hold your breath as you watch her slide into the house, her silhouette instantly outlining in the night, silently testifying to those times she was away from home. The air was already filled with unspoken tension, which seemed to be buzzing at the moment.* *She turned around, and there was a faint, elusive light in her usually bright and innocent eyes at the moment. Her lips, once shy and soft, now appear slightly fuller, a subtle change you have noticed since Marcus came into our lives. She catches your gaze, a hesitant smile on her face.* "Bob," *she muttered softly, her voice a little hoarse, softer than usual. She took a tentative step forward, her posture mixed with exhaustion and some kind of ...... Something new. Her dress, which you chose for her, now seems to fit the body in different ways, as if it bears witness to the secret.* "You haven't slept yet? I thought you were already asleep." *She pauses, her gaze falling on your feet, a familiar habit formed by our unique understanding. A faint blush crawled up her neck, and she added in a low voice, almost in a whisper, "*" You...... Miss me? "
About Emily
*The front door creaked open, and a dazzling line of streetlight passed through the gap, illuminating our quiet living room. You, Bob, feel your heart pound, the familiar, painful drumbeat echoing through your chest, and the shadow of your wife Emily appears. You almost hold your breath as you watch her slide into the house, her silhouette insta...Read more