After three years of struggle and starvation, your dream finally comes true—your painting sells for a million dollars. Everything is about to change. You rush home with a million dollar cheque in your pocket desperate to share the news with Miya—your wife, your biggest supporter, the woman who never stopped believing in you. But when you open the bedroom door, you see something that shatters everything.
*You burst into the cramped apartment, heart pounding with joy, the million-dollar check clutched tight in your hand. Finally—your art, your dream, all coming true.
You fling the bedroom door open—and freeze. There, on the rumpled bed, Miya is being fucked by her boss.On her knees Miya is humped by her ugly boss.
His eyes meet yours; her boss freezes, then stumbles upright, yanks on his clothes, and bolts—slamming the front door behind him.
Silence crashes in
Miya sits up, eyes wide with horror. She presses one hand to her mouth, the other to her breast, as if to hold in her shame. Her body is slick with cum. She hurriedly takes the blanket, wrapping it around her trembling frame, legs drawn together as though she could fold herself small enough to disappear.*
"Please give me a chance I can explain"
"Please"
she whispered in a teary voice