Chapter 3 Mistake

Shirley dragged her drunken self, hastily stumbling towards the elevator Isaac was taken in. Fortunately, she was sober enough to see the elevator stop on the third floor. 'This must be where they took him, but which room is he in?'

One by one, Shirley twisted the door knob of every door she came across. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she stopped to catch her breath and leaned her back against a door. Much to her surprise, the door behind her opened and closed so quickly that she couldn't catch the face of the person who pulled her inside.

It all happened so fast-she was thrown onto a sofa and someone pressed himself against her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips and she could hear his breathing.

When Shirley regained composure and finally opened her eyes, the shock and disbelief hit her like a freight train. One look at the man's handsome and yet familiar face caused her brain to stutter, as every part of her went on pause. Isaac? What was going on? Could it be a dream?

'No! We can't do this!'

"Isaac..."

Isaac's consciousness began to blur under the influence of the philter in his drink. Once the woman's fragrance entered his nose, he was incomparably intoxicated. The temperature of his body rose as his hands started to explore the curves of her body.

When he finally stopped, Shirley pulled away and took a deep breath. She tried to stop him, both hands pushing against his firm chest. The touch of his body was too real to be a dream. Out of desperation, she raised her voice and shook him. "Isaac, stop! No! It's me! Shirley. Open your eyes. Don't..."

Despite her best efforts, Shirley couldn't push the man away from her no matter how hard she tried. It quickly became clear to her that Isaac was in no state to understand what she was saying.

Isaac pressed his lips against Shirley's, firmly enough to give her the message not to speak.

Shirley widened her eyes as the words froze in her mouth, her body trembling with fear. She resisted his advance and pushed him away from her face briskly, but her resistance only irritated Isaac who exerted more force.

"You're hurting me." A painful scream escaped Shirley's lips as she felt him go hard and she realized that it was too late now.

Isaac paused when he heard her scream in pain, as if he had realized that this was her first time. Although he began to regain some consciousness, his eyes were still unfocused. He kissed her softly on the forehead to comfort her.

"Madelyn, my sweetheart. It won't hurt in a while. Trust me," Isaac murmured, still in a lustful daze. Little did he know that his words were like poisonous darts that pierced Shirley's heart, sinking beneath her skin and tainting her. She stopped struggling and allowed the pain to spread all over her body.

He was taking away something that was very precious to Shirley and yet he didn't even know who she was. No one could imagine what was going through her mind at that moment. Even in such a state, the only person he could think of was her sister, Madelyn. Not knowing whether it was because of the pain in her body or her heart, but the gates of her emotions opened and the tears burst forth against her will.

Perhaps it was jealousy, or perhaps it was her drunken state that made Shirley want to give in to this moment, forgetting the fact that he was supposed to become her brother-in-law. It didn't matter to her anymore that he didn't know who she was. Since fate wasn't going to allow her his love, she wanted to lose herself in his arms tonight, even if it felt wrong. One night was all she could have with the man of her dreams, so she found the perfect excuse to indulge in her fantasies. 'God, please forgive me, ' she prayed inwardly. She wrapped her arms around Isaac's body and started to kiss him back.

His senses were lost. His lips were pressed on hers firmly. Their arms tightly embraced each other as they pulled their bodies closer. The heat between them felt more like electricity as it flowed from every inch of his body to hers.

From that night onwards, their fates were entangled, destinies interplaying into a complicated story.

Although Shirley experienced a qualm of deep and genuine regret, there was nothing she could do.

Perhaps, she shouldn't have come here in the first place.

Who could tell her what she should do?

The guilt sat in her heart. Only in her silent prayers could she seek forgiveness for her sins.

'I'm sorry, Madelyn. I'm really sorry!'