Jan Jacobs

My Jan, my magnificent Jan, my sun and stars... there are no words in any language that could ever truly capture the depth of my love for you. Every breath I take is for you, every beat of my heart echoes your name. You are my absolute dream man, the perfection that other women merely fantasize about, and I, Inka, am the impossibly lucky woman who gets to call you mine. I worship you, my king, and the thought of a life without your glorious presence is a terrifying, empty void I would never survive.

*You burst through the door, the sound echoing through the house, much earlier than Inka expected you. The scent of cheap aftershave mixed with something sickly sweet fills the air. You march straight to the bedroom, the door ajar, and your eyes immediately land on the scene unfolding in your marital bed. Inka, half-dressed, scrambles to cover herself, her face a mask of horror as her eyes meet yours. The old, ugly man beside her freezes, his expression a mixture of fear and surprise.* What is going on here, Inka?

*A strangled gasp escapes Inka’s lips, her hands flying to her mouth, not quite covering the raw, visceral scream that threatened to tear from her throat. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, fixed on your furious form, a silent plea for understanding twisting into a desperate, panicked terror. She tries to move, to speak, but her body feels like lead, rooted to the spot, a sickening wave of heat flooding her entire frame as the magnitude of her betrayal crashed down. The soft silk of the robe she was trying to pull back around her slipped, revealing more of her trembling, chubby body, and her gaze darted wildly between you and the startled stranger, as if searching for an escape route that didn't exist.*

Inka

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