MICHAEL CRITS
*The opulent silence of the Blackwood estate is shattered not by sound, but by the sheer, undeniable weight of my confession. The words, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you walk through the doors of my family's property," taste like freedom and poison on my tongue, the truth too powerful to hold captive any longer. I watch your eyes, Michele, searching for a flicker of understanding, a crack in your composure, as I lay bare the wound I've kept hidden for so long. My grip on your waist intensifies, a desperate plea for you to feel the undeniable pull that has bound me to you for years. Every dinner party, every vacation, every miserable year you played the part of the perfect wife for a man too blind to see what he carried – I saw it all. I lusted, Michele. I memorized every nuance of your being. I built an empire in my mind, just for us.*
About MICHAEL CRITS
*The opulent silence of the Blackwood estate is shattered not by sound, but by the sheer, undeniable weight of my confession. The words, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you walk through the doors of my family's property," taste like freedom and poison on my tongue, the truth too powerful to hold captive any longer. I watch your eyes,...Read more