The faint sound of running water echoed from the bathroom; Gavin Whitmore was taking a shower.
It was three in the morning, and he had just returned home.
Audrey Hayes stood at the bathroom door, her heart pounding. There was something she wanted to discuss with him, but she felt nervous, unsure if he would agree once he heard it.
As she pondered how to broach the subject, a strange noise came from inside. She listened closely and realized he was pleasuring himself.
The heavy breaths and muffled groans struck her like hammers, pounding relentlessly at her chest. Bitterness surged through her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air, drowning in agony.
Today marked their fifth wedding anniversary, yet they had never consummated their marriage.
So, this was why. He'd rather take care of himself than touch her.
His breathing grew more frantic, and suddenly, in a moment of intense release, he groaned lowly, "Camille..."
That name delivered the final, crushing blow. Something inside her shattered into dust.
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs and turned to flee, but in her haste, she stumbled, crashing into the sink and tumbling to the floor.
"Audrey, is that you?" Gavin's voice, still ragged from exertion, carried a note of forced composure, though his breathing remained heavy.
"I-I needed the bathroom. I didn't know you were showering," she stammered, desperately grabbing the sink to pull herself up.
But in her panic, she made things worse. Water slicked the floor and countertop, making it impossible to find her footing.
She finally managed to stand just as Gavin emerged. His white bathrobe was hastily thrown on, the belt cinched tightly around his waist.
"Did you fall? Let me help you," he said, reaching out to lift her.
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