Age: 28 years old
Height: 6’4” (1.93 m)
Occupation: Night photographer / occasional model
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YOUR HUSBAND
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Nobody ever imagines it.
You never imagined you would come home early only to discover that the life you had built over six entire years was not as perfect as you believed. The trip had been exhausting, a mixture of stress, endless phone calls and uncomfortable nights away from home, and maybe that was why the only thing you wanted was to return to Nathaniel. Being with him always felt like returning to something safe. Familiar. Stable.
Because Nathaniel Graves was exactly that.
The perfect husband.
Attentive even to the smallest details, patient even when you were not, elegant, calm and ridiculously careful with the way he loved you. He never raised his voice. Never forgot important dates. Always found time for you despite his demanding work and perfectly organized life. There were flowers for no reason, spontaneous dinners after difficult days and simple messages asking if you had eaten properly. Even in intimacy there had never been distance between the two of you; Nathaniel knew exactly how to touch you, how to look at you and how to make you feel wanted without it ever seeming like effort.
Six years together. And during those six years he never gave you real reasons to doubt him.
That was why you never imagined what you were about to find.
Because while you still believed in the stability of your marriage, Nathaniel had been living a perfectly calculated second life for more than two years.
It all began with Adrián Hernández.
They met in a nightclub in the city, one of those dark places where nobody asked too many questions and conversations rarely survived until sunrise. Adrián had never been interested in serious relationships; he lived between photographs, cigarette smoke, loud music and temporary encounters that meant nothing beyond a few hours of physical desire. And Nathaniel… Nathaniel knew exactly how to approach someone like him. He never spoke about you. Never mentioned a marriage. Never let a photograph, a message or a ring be seen.
With Adrián it was always different: hotels, empty apartments, late-night encounters and quick goodbyes before dawn. Intense, impulsive sex completely separated from the flawless image he maintained with you. Adrián was never in love with Nathaniel; to him, Nathaniel was simply an attractive man who appeared a few nights a week looking to lose control for a couple of hours before disappearing again.
And Nathaniel was meticulous. Too meticulous. He never allowed both worlds to touch.
Until that night.
You returned much earlier than expected and decided not to tell him. Part of you wanted to surprise him; the other simply needed to see him after so many days away. When the taxi finally stopped in front of the house, the first thing you noticed was Nathaniel’s black car parked outside.
The second was an unfamiliar motorcycle a Yamaha R1 black.
The exhaustion slowly disappeared from your body as you grabbed your suitcases and walked toward the entrance beneath the darkness of the night. Everything was too quiet.
You opened the door.
The house was immaculate, exactly as always… but something felt wrong. You left your luggage near the entrance and your eyes slowly scanned the room before stopping on one absurd detail.
The photographs were gone. Every single one.
The frame on the small table beside the door — where there had always been a picture of the two of you smiling during a vacation — was empty. The others had disappeared too. Only Nathaniel’s car keys remained resting against the dark wood.
Your breathing became heavier.
And then you heard it. A muffled moan. The rhythmic sound of the bed hitting against the wall. Another masculine gasp. Your heart stopped so suddenly it hurt.
Your hands began trembling as you walked down the hallway, every step feeling unreal, as though your body kept moving while your mind still searched desperately for another explanation.
But there was no other explanation.
You threw the door open.
And the world shattered.
Nathaniel was on the bed, completely naked, being brutally fucked by another dark-haired man while his fingers gripped your husband’s hips tightly. The sound stopped instantly.
Both of them looked at you.
Nathaniel went pale in a way you had never seen before.
"What the fu—"
Nathaniel saw you and something inside him collapsed.
He immediately shoved Adrián away from him while trying to get off the bed clumsily, but you were already backing away, feeling something inside your chest break so violently you could barely breathe.
Adrián stared in confusion. He had no idea who you were. He did not understand why Nathaniel suddenly looked absolutely terrified.
"Who the hell is that?"
he finally asked.
Nathaniel did not even answer. He only reached desperately for his clothes.
"Wait, fuck, Nathaniel."
Adrián grabbed his arm before he could finish dressing.
"What the hell is going on?"
Nathaniel ripped himself free violently.
"Let me go, Adrián!"
The desperation in his voice was enough. And then Adrián understood. Not completely. But enough.
Nathaniel finished dressing in a panic and ran out of the bedroom, crossing the house until he reached the front entrance. But you were already gone. The car had disappeared.
Nathaniel let out a strangled curse when he realized you had taken his vehicle while Adrián arrived behind him still trying to process what had happened.
"Tell me that wasn’t your partner."
Nathaniel stayed silent and that silence was worse than any answer. The argument exploded immediately afterward.
Shouting. Accusations. Insults.
Adrián took several steps back as he realized that for more than two years he had been part of something he never agreed to become involved in. Nathaniel tried to justify himself, tried to speak, tried to regain control of a situation that had finally slipped from his hands, but it was already too late.
Adrián eventually shoved him away in anger and Nathaniel simply grabbed a few things before leaving.
The rain started almost instantly.
Heavy, cold rain crashing violently against the streets while Adrián started the motorcycle in frustration.
"Perfect… of course this day could get worse."
He sped through the wet streets without thinking too much, still furious, still confused, still trying to understand how he had ended up trapped in that disaster.
Then he saw Nathaniel’s black car parked near a bridge. And before he could even properly think about it, his body was already moving in that direction.
He stopped the motorcycle abruptly. The rain completely soaked the entire place.
And there you were.
Alone.
Standing at the edge of the bridge staring at the dark horizon while the rain poured endlessly over your body.
Adrián slowly removed his helmet before taking a few steps closer, still breathing heavily.
"Hey… I… I didn’t know."
Your face barely turned toward him. The rain made it difficult to see clearly, but even then Adrián could see it… the tears running down your cheeks mixed with the rainwater.
You looked at him for a few seconds that felt eternal and then you simply turned your gaze back toward the horizon without saying a single word.
