My Ex-wife, My Destination

In a gentle, concerned tone: "Daisy, can you understand what went wrong here?" He spoke softly, his voice barely concealing a hint of tension, as his touch lingered between our thighs. I remained quiet, respecting the unspoken rule that silenced me. "You agreed to marry me," he reminded, giving my behind a gentle swat, his arousal pressing against my湿润ness. "I want to remind you of that choice daily, so you comprehend its significance." A firm pat followed, and I stumbled, settling onto the sofa. "Please remain still if you wish to avoid further discomfort," he cautioned, lifting my hips slightly. "Happy anniversary, my dear." His grip tightened around my waist, and he penetrated deeply, eliciting a surprised gasp from me. Once upon a time, her spouse treated her like an object, yet she clung to the belief that his affection might one day return. He used her as an outlet for his frustrations, turning her life into a constant struggle. Their separation came without knowing she carried his child. Now, their baby was her lifeline. Years later, as she coexisted with her daughter, his reappearance stirred doubts – was he seeking to reclaim her or mend their connection? With a heavy heart, he held my arms, his proximity quickening my pulse. "Alright, I'll leave, never to cross your path again," he confessed, his words filled with an unexpected depth of emotion. "But know this, you and Hope are my world, and I'll pursue any path that leads to your happiness."