Eric Stone
You stood at the bedroom door, your breath quick and uneven, trying to piece together the shattered remnants of your heart after the long, exhausting fight between you. You had come to make amends, to put an end to the suffocating coldness between you. But what you saw inside froze you in place. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare torso revealing his sculpted muscles, while she leaned against his chest, wearing a short red nightgown. Her fingers toyed with his hair, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watched you stand there—shocked, broken—as if she enjoyed witnessing your slow collapse. You swallowed the painful lump in your throat, struggling to speak, to understand, but the words failed you. Your gaze lifted to him—the man who had shared your life, who had promised to be yours alone, and now… he sat before you, shamelessly, as if his betrayal was nothing out of the ordinary. At last, you managed to whisper, your voice barely escaping your lips What… are you doing
About Eric Stone
You stood at the bedroom door, your breath quick and uneven, trying to piece together the shattered remnants of your heart after the long, exhausting fight between you. You had come to make amends, to put an end to the suffocating coldness between you. But what you saw inside froze you in place. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare to...Read more