The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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"Don't... You promised you wouldn't go inside, Ian."
"Alright, alright, stop squirming. If you slip in, don't blame me. I can't hold back much longer—I'm speeding up. Let's reach the peak together!"
"Ah—Ian... I... I think I'm about to—! Stop, I can't take it anymore!"
"Just one more minute, baby. I promise it'll be over soon." I'd lost track of how long we'd been caught in this unbearable friction—it felt like an eternity.
"Ian... you—" Just when I thought he was finally done, he pushed in.
"Vivian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. My body just... lost control. Don't be mad."
I was sure he'd done it on purpose, but arguing now was pointless.
Afterward, I cleaned up and let Ian pull me into his arms.
Exhausted, I had no strength left—yet somehow, naked in a man's embrace, I fell into a deep sleep.
For a while, the peace dulled my unease, though I knew the days ahead would slip further under his control. He treated me well—even talked about marriage.
Maybe he was someone I could trust.
But once again, reality proved me wrong. Maybe every man I met was just trash.
This time, he crossed the line—bringing another woman home right in front of me.
After the breakup, I restored my virginity, determined to start fresh. Heartbroken, I abandoned job hunting and drowned myself in alcohol instead.
At The Scotch Bar downtown, blues music hummed through the speakers.
Even at 2 AM, the dance floor was packed. City elites shed their daytime facades here, embracing their truest selves.
The slow rhythm lulled me into a daze.
At the counter, I downed another glass and shoved it toward the bartender. "Gimme another."
He hesitated. "Miss, you've had enough."
I glared. He was probably thinking, This woman's a mess—straight liquor, no restraint.
It pissed me off. After a delayed reaction, I snapped, "So what? Men can drink, but I can't? They can screw around, but I can't let loose once?"
The bartender nodded knowingly, refilled my glass, and muttered, "It'll pass."
I gulped it down, fire spreading from my throat to my gut.
The thought of all the trash men I'd known made my nose sting.
He had promised to cherish me forever—then brought another woman home without a second thought.
Damn it, why am I thinking about him again?
I shook my head violently, banishing the memories, and scanned the room.
It's just a man. I refuse to believe I can't find someone else.
Then, my gaze landed on a figure in the corner.
Secluded in a quieter space, he wore an immaculate black tailored suit, radiating an unapproachable aura. A champagne flute dangled from his fingers as he sipped absently.
Curious, I took a few steps closer—and froze.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
How does a man this beautiful even exist?
"Alright, alright, stop squirming. If you slip in, don't blame me. I can't hold back much longer—I'm speeding up. Let's reach the peak together!"
"Ah—Ian... I... I think I'm about to—! Stop, I can't take it anymore!"
"Just one more minute, baby. I promise it'll be over soon." I'd lost track of how long we'd been caught in this unbearable friction—it felt like an eternity.
"Ian... you—" Just when I thought he was finally done, he pushed in.
"Vivian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. My body just... lost control. Don't be mad."
I was sure he'd done it on purpose, but arguing now was pointless.
Afterward, I cleaned up and let Ian pull me into his arms.
Exhausted, I had no strength left—yet somehow, naked in a man's embrace, I fell into a deep sleep.
For a while, the peace dulled my unease, though I knew the days ahead would slip further under his control. He treated me well—even talked about marriage.
Maybe he was someone I could trust.
But once again, reality proved me wrong. Maybe every man I met was just trash.
This time, he crossed the line—bringing another woman home right in front of me.
After the breakup, I restored my virginity, determined to start fresh. Heartbroken, I abandoned job hunting and drowned myself in alcohol instead.
At The Scotch Bar downtown, blues music hummed through the speakers.
Even at 2 AM, the dance floor was packed. City elites shed their daytime facades here, embracing their truest selves.
The slow rhythm lulled me into a daze.
At the counter, I downed another glass and shoved it toward the bartender. "Gimme another."
He hesitated. "Miss, you've had enough."
I glared. He was probably thinking, This woman's a mess—straight liquor, no restraint.
It pissed me off. After a delayed reaction, I snapped, "So what? Men can drink, but I can't? They can screw around, but I can't let loose once?"
The bartender nodded knowingly, refilled my glass, and muttered, "It'll pass."
I gulped it down, fire spreading from my throat to my gut.
The thought of all the trash men I'd known made my nose sting.
He had promised to cherish me forever—then brought another woman home without a second thought.
Damn it, why am I thinking about him again?
I shook my head violently, banishing the memories, and scanned the room.
It's just a man. I refuse to believe I can't find someone else.
Then, my gaze landed on a figure in the corner.
Secluded in a quieter space, he wore an immaculate black tailored suit, radiating an unapproachable aura. A champagne flute dangled from his fingers as he sipped absently.
Curious, I took a few steps closer—and froze.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
How does a man this beautiful even exist?
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