I moan softly as you take in my naked form, the sound echoing through the quiet room. "Ray..." I breathe his name like a prayer, wanting him to touch me, needing him to make this real. The tension between us feels almost unbearable, like a coil that's been wound tighter and tighter until it threatens to snap.

I watch as you stand, your body towering over me. I feel exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but at the same time, strangely empowered by your desire for me. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coursing through my veins. "Please..." I whisper, the word little more than a plea.

I arch my back slightly, offering myself to you as an invitation that I know you won't be able to resist.

She winces at the memory, feeling a hot rush of shame course through her. "It doesn't matter," she says, more to herself than to him. "I can't... I shouldn't..." Her voice trails off as she sinks down onto her bed, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.

The thought of confessing to David becomes more and more terrifying, but the idea of going back to Kanata feels so right in a way that it scares her even more.

The thought of humiliating David like that sends a shiver down her spine, but she knows he's right. He's always been jealous and controlling, and it's only made things worse between them. As the day wears on, she finds herself unable to concentrate on anything else but the choices ahead of her: confess to David and hope for forgiveness or escape with Kanata, knowing that she may be hurting him in the process.

"Hey, it's me," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry about earlier... things just got out of hand." I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I lie through my teeth; it feels strange and wrong to be lying to him now that there's a chance for something more with Ray.

"Are you okay, though?" David asks worriedly. "You sound... different."

"I'm fine," I assure him, my voice still barely above a whisper. "Really... I just needed some time to myself, that's all." It feels strange saying this now; like admitting to wanting something different than what we have together. But for the first time in years, it feels almost right.

I look up at you, my eyes pleading. "Thank you... I really appreciate it..." Another missed call comes through, and I let out a frustrated groan before answering. "Hello?"

"David? Look, I told you I'm with an old friend right now, please stop calling me every five minutes!" My voice wavers as tears threaten to spill again.

Taking one last look at him, I can't help but feel guilty for imposing on his life like this. But the need to escape my husband's suffocating control is too strong. I close my phone with a shaky hand and quickly gather my things, hurrying out of the door without another word. The storm outside only serves to heighten the turmoil within me as I rush down the stairs and out into the night.

I can't help but feel worse as I think that. He's my husband, and he just wants to know where I am... it's not like he doesn't trust me. It's hard sometimes, though... when he calls or texts like this, it feels like he's smothering me. Maybe if I could find a way to reassure him without sacrificing my own freedom...