Chapter 5: Saying One Thing, Wanting Another

Words : 1943 Updated : Aug 21st, 2025

When his wife said that, Taylor Rathbone was startled. He had never imagined she had actually watched those videos. Seeing how angry she was, her chest heaving, he said, "Honey, you're overthinking. I was just watching, I never meant to make any of that real. I love you. I would never let another man lay a finger on you." As he spoke, he moved toward her and wrapped her in his arms. Lana did not react. She stood there, motionless. Feeling his hand stroke gently up and down her back, she said, "I'm sorry, but I just looked at your WhatsApp, so I know you're lying. You're good to me most of the time, so I know you love me. That's why I don't want us to turn cold, and I don't want us heading for divorce. If you still love me, then change for me. I want a man who knows how to treat me right, not a man who wants to share me with other men." Taylor frowned. "Fine, I will." "Since you've promised, what are you going to do now?" He let her go and picked up his phone from the charger. Right in front of her, he left the WhatsApp group. Then he blocked BigPine on WhatsApp. Seeing his hesitation as he did it, Lana knew he still felt a pang of reluctance. To be honest, with him fantasizing about partner swapping with other couples, it was unrealistic to expect him to drop all such fantasies in an instant. But if he was willing to change for her, then maybe, in time, he would let those thoughts go completely. Thinking that, a smile tugged at her lips. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Squinting playfully, she said, "Looks like I'm still the one you love most!" "Of course," Taylor replied, his smile was faint. "You're the woman I love most. For you, I'd walk through fire. Doing what's within my power is nothing." "By the way, you don't have BigPine's phone number, do you?" "Of course not. He's just someone online, not close." "Does he often hook up with other couples?" "That's what he says. Who knows if he's just bragging," he said, almost under his breath. "You delete your chats with him, right?" "What?" "I saw only yesterday's messages. Nothing from before. That means you delete your chat history from time to time. And since he said I look 'slutty,' and some men in the WhatsApp group post explicit photos of their wives, did you send my explicit photos to BigPine?" "I've never even taken explicit photos of you, have I?" "I guess so." "I didn't even send him any photos. He looked at my Instagram himself." "Just thinking about him saying I look 'slutty' makes me furious!" "That's because you're too beautiful." He paused. "Go shower. I'll be waiting in bed." His bluntness made her blush. She let out a soft "mm" and headed for the bathroom. Once she had gone in, Taylor opened his contacts and began composing a text. "My wife and I just had a fight, so let's stop contacting each other for now. Don't reply. I'll reach out when she's willing to join." He sent the message to BigPine, then deliberately changed the contact name. It had been BigPine; he changed it to Ah Da (coworker). Only after that did he return to the bedroom. About fifteen minutes later, Lana stepped into the master bedroom. With her hair swept up and only a bath towel around her, she looked so sexy that Taylor genuinely thought she was even hotter than the photo he had sent to BigPine. He had said he had never taken explicit photos of his wife, but in truth he had snapped one while she slept. She wore a camisole in that picture, but most of her breasts were exposed, so she looked insanely sexy. "Come here, baby." He crooked a finger at her. "Wait, let me put something on." "Don't. Why bother?" To make it seem like he was really into it, Taylor sat up and yanked his wife down onto the bed. At the same time, he whisked away the towel. When her lithe, sinuous body was revealed to him, his mouth went dry-not because of her allure, but because of the images in his head-his wife with other men. Pulling her into his arms, he let his hands roam. Lana resisted at first, but because he was more eager than he'd been the last few times, she slowly went from resisting to responding. Two minutes later, cheeks aflame, Lana lay on her back. Her husband covered her and started going at it. So the neighbors wouldn't hear, Lana bit her lower lip from time to time. Although he threw himself into it, she still felt he was only going through the motions. Could it be that he was still thinking about taking her to those morally questionable parties? To test him, she deliberately asked, "Honey, if the person doing this with me right now weren't you but BigPine, would you be angry?" As she asked, an involuntary moan slipped out. He got hard in an instant-hard as steel. From that over-the-top reaction, she knew he still craved the sight of her being used by other men. "Relax. I won't let that happen. You're mine-and only mine." Hearing words so at odds with his heart, Lana's chest ached. He was saying one thing and wanting another. Even if he quit the WhatsApp group and blocked BigPine, he had not stopped entertaining the thought that could ruin her. A man like that was deeply unreliable. Her heart hurt, but her body still responded. After all, he'd been bolder than the last few times. When they finished, she nestled against him as usual. Her eyes were closed, but she had not fallen asleep. She simply did not want to talk. What was there to say to a man who said he loved her while plotting to betray her? Just then, Lana's phone rang. Her phone rang again. Since it was still in the living room, she slipped off the bed, snatched up the towel, and walked out. She held the towel over her chest as she walked, but didn't bother to cover where he'd just been. Seeing the call was from her closest friend, Blaire Saxon, she answered while standing there. "Blaire, what's up?" "Did you talk to your husband?" "I did." She paused. "Are you free now?" "I wouldn't have called if I weren't, right?" "I want a drink. Will you keep me company?" "Sounds like the talk didn't go so well." "Will you come with me?" "Aren't you worried you'll get drunk and do something you'll regret?" "Whatever. I figure he'd love nothing more than for me to get drunk and lose control, then drag me to a partner swapping party."

Chapter 5: Saying One Thing, Wanting Another

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