A fractured relationship

Flora looked at her reflection in the mirror, there was a sweet smile there. Today was the happiest day of her life, it should be celebrated.

She was ready with a beautiful black dress, contrasting with her pure white skin. Right now she already looked like a shining star in the middle of the night sky.

She was sure her husband, Demian. must have forgotten this historic day. Flora had never questioned this because her husband was the president of a well-known company.

His responsibility is not to his family alone, but to the many people who rely on him.

Today is exactly 7 years of marriage, she heard that the first 5 years of marriage is the most difficult period. But look at this fact, Flora is very happy because they can pass this 'difficult' period happily.

Isn't this something to celebrate? Flora had already booked a hotel room to celebrate this happy day.

Now that she was ready, her face was so beautiful that she was even 10 years younger than her age.

"Take care of the children... Tuan and I will be back tomorrow rather late," Flora said as she descended the stairs.

Since it was Saturday, the children were also off school tomorrow, so Flora could relax a bit.

Mbok Ranti immediately ran over to Flora as she walked down the stairs and nodded her head in understanding.

Flora stepped out of the house and quickly climbed into the car, her luxurious car driving away from her palace to the office where her husband was struggling with a myriad of tasks.

In another place, right where a man with a strapping posture with rows of muscles neatly arranged on his stomach.

Sweat still drenched his body, the hot scene had just ended. Beside him was a woman who was lying limp.

Her eyes staring faintly at the man, she gazed at the broad, muscular back that had just given warmth to her body.

The office phone rang loudly, indicating that someone was waiting for him and waiting for approval.

"Hello," Demian said, putting his pants back on.

"Mrs. Flora wants to come in, is your meeting over?" the receptionist asked.

Demian's eyes widened, he hadn't expected his wife to come to the office. He immediately threw a look at the woman who was still lying on the sofa with her innocent body.

"Okay, it will be finished in a minute, tell Madam to wait for 5 minutes." Demian immediately hung up the phone and carried the woman into the bathroom.

Not forgetting he cleaned up all the scattered clothes, "wear this, Flora is downstairs," Demian whispered softly.

"What?" The woman's eyes perfectly rounded, she immediately came to her senses and tidied herself up. She didn't usually come here, why was it suddenly like this?

Demian immediately tidied up himself and the room. Cleaning up the scattered papers and tissues that were scattered everywhere.

Just as he finished, the door opened. His body froze, his life seemed to escape from his body in shock.

A pair of soft hands embraced him intimately, feeling the warm air blowing on his back.

Demian was slightly relieved, at least he was safe this time. There was no suspicion on him. He immediately turned around and embraced the woman in front of him.

Flora's eyes looked strangely at the shirt her husband was wearing, why did he put the buttons out of alignment, so that the collar of the shirt went up one side. His body was also sweating?

"Are you okay honey?" asked Flora softly.

"No, I'm fine. Is there something wrong?" replied Demian, who still hadn't noticed his shirt.

Flora swept the room with her sharp eyes trying to find something wrong with her husband's study. Something must be wrong.

Her eyes fell on an object on the sofa, she immediately stepped closer to it. But she was stopped in her tracks as Demian blocked her way.

She threw him a questioning look,

"Where are you going?" asked Demian anxiously.

"To the sofa, what's wrong?" said Flora.

Flora pushed her husband's body and reached for the AC remote, checking Demian's room temperature. Her eyebrows knitted together, since when did her husband forget to turn on the AC.

"You want to test your guts, why don't you turn on the AC?" Flora smiled sweetly.

She felt guilty for thinking badly of her husband because of his shirt. She stepped closer to her husband and unbuttoned his shirt.

Demian grabbed her narrow hips and pulled Flora into his arms, doing his best to act casual so she wouldn't get suspicious.

Hopefully, Flora wouldn't get suspicious this way,

"Did I forget something, for you to come here suddenly like this?" Demian asked while kissing Flora's forehead.

Just as expected, her husband was busy with his office activities. Flora pulled Demian's collar and brought her lips to his ear.

"I've booked a room at the place where we first met, so can we go now?" Flora whispered and left an intimate kiss.

This was the first time his wife had taken the initiative, she was usually never like this. What happened to her, but Demian liked Flora right now.

"Looks like you're very impatient," said Demian smiling mischievously, he tightened his embrace even more.

Flora unbuttoned Demian's shirt one by one, her sharp eyes staring at the handsome face that had given her sincere love in the past.

Actually, Flora wanted to leave this room immediately, but somehow she wanted to start the game here.

His heart was beating faster and faster, fortunately the stimulating drug was still in effect, otherwise he wouldn't know what his wife would do. He wouldn't know what his wife would think.

While the person in the bathroom was already shivering from the cold, for some reason the stupid woman outside turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. It's like the North Pole in this room, especially in the bathroom.

Even more annoying, the two people outside were making out. Whether she wanted to or not she had to wait for them to finish fighting.

"Argh you bastard," the woman said softly.

With just one more button missing, Demian's muscular physique was freely exposed. All these muscles were like fresh bread ready to be eaten.

Flora's delicate fingers began to undo the remaining buttons and throw Demian's shirt in all directions, slowly unbuttoning the hook that still held his great heirloom.

A mischievous smile etched on Flora's beautiful face, Demian's hands were already dancing beautifully on Flora's smooth back, inches away from removing the dress that clung to her beautiful body.

"You're very beautiful tonight," Demian said, bringing his face closer to Flora.

There was no answer, Flora's fingers moved more nimbly to open the belt that fortified the bull that was ready for battle.

"I think I smell another female here," Flora said with a sharp gaze.

Demian's life felt completely out of his body this time, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What do you mean?"

Not only Demian, the woman hiding behind the bathroom door was also dumbfounded by Flora's words.

If everything is revealed, it's not just Demian's life. He would also be dragged into his own grave.

His brain thought hard to find faults that he didn't know about, even though all the plans had been neatly arranged and there was no way it could be revealed this quickly.

Gosh... he hadn't even dredged up Demian's treasure yet.

"I think I need to pee first," Flora let go of Demian's hand that was currently holding her tightly.

Demian tightened his embrace even tighter. If he had to go to the bathroom, it would be the end of his history right now.

In fact, Flora's heart was breaking into pieces right now. She had smelled an affair since three months ago. But she kept quiet and tried to be normal.

At the moment she didn't have strong evidence, they were playing too cleverly. The CCTV in her husband's room was turned off to protect the privacy of the office. How annoying.

In addition, they have silenced everyone in the office, very clever. But it's not Flora Vernandes if she can't uncover everything elegantly.

It was her fault for picking up trash on the side of the road and making it into a king. She didn't expect her kindness and trust to be tainted like this.

As clever as people are at hiding a carcass, it's bound to get smelled too. I don't know how long they'd been in a relationship, but Flora was fed up with this game.

"Don't Baby," Demian said.

Flora knitted her eyebrows together, her heart breaking into pieces. Since when did 'Honey' become 'Baby'.

"I mean, let's go now. I can't wait," Demian immediately changed his words.

Flora stared intently at Demian's eyes, the anxiety radiating there.

"It seems like your eyes and heart are not in sync." Flora released Demian's embrace and stepped towards his desk.

Flora sat leaning against Demian's desk, the water spots on the black glass desk caught Flora's attention.

She shouldn't have come here, the idea of a surprise was a very bad idea.

She only hoped for a relationship that could be repaired, she realized that lately she had not been too attentive to her husband.

It wasn't entirely Demian's fault if he sought entertainment outside, but this was too much. He was too immersed in his outside world.

Flora's heart was already rumbling, she wanted to release all her anger right now, but she held back as much as possible. She didn't want her baby to fall victim to her selfishness again.

Flora regulated her breathing, repeatedly inhaling and exhaling her rough breath. Trying to make peace with her situation.

Indeed, his patience is not as thick as a dictionary. But at least she had tried to maintain this false household.

Meanwhile, Demian was busy straightening his shirt again while thinking hard about how his secretary could get out of the small cubicle in the corner of the room.

She must have been freezing, the room alone was at a minimum temperature. He didn't like stuffy rooms, but this was too much.

Did Flora already know everything? But he remained silent and showed no anger. Everything looked relaxed, his wife was better than before.

Demian reached for his cell phone, he immediately sent a text message to a number.

"Why are you so worried darling, am I not here?" Flora said, starting to open Demian's laptop.

Demian threw a look at Flora and immediately put his cell phone back, he stepped closer to his wife who was busy with her laptop.

"Let's go now!" said Demian.

"Alright come on, looks like you're getting impatient." Flora got up from the chair and walked out of the room.

Demian followed her lead and closed the door to the room leaving a loud banging sound, as if giving a code to someone on the other side of the door.

The person behind the bathroom door quickly came out, he couldn't stand being inside for too long. He quickly picked up his ID card that had fallen under the sofa and left the room.

Rebecca, a beautiful and sexy woman was walking towards her office. She quickly opened the closet and took out a set of work clothes.

Repeatedly her thin lips swore, she couldn't believe she would be defeated by a whiny woman like Flora. It was only a matter of time before he got Demian's autograph and would get everything.

Unfortunately she had to wake up from her beautiful dream, Flora came to destroy everything and drag her back into the real world.

Meanwhile, Flora and Demian had arrived at the five-star hotel that had been booked a few hours ago.

Several doormen greeted them, as Demian and Flora's company was currently soaring in the clouds.

Who doesn't know Demian Bramasta and Flora Vernandes, they are the most romantic and harmonious couple in the city.

With their equally stunning looks, they're like a fairytale couple from Disney Land.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'll take you to your rooms," said the receptionist, warmly welcoming them.

Their arrival was an honor for the hotel, they were a magnet that could attract everyone to visit here.

For a few days there was a simple restaurant that they went to, after which the restaurant became a fugitive of culinary visitors.

Flora gracefully stepped into the hotel, several pairs of eyes staring in amazement at their arrival.

As Demian walked in, he radiated a dazzling aura. All the women were mesmerized to the point of not blinking.

The receptionist entered the elevator followed by Demian and Flora. They stepped into the room that had been prepared after the elevator rang.

Flora's eyes lit up when she saw the room decorated with red rose petals scattered all over. She was very satisfied with the hotel's service, it was just that she was in a bad mood.

"The room is very pretty," Flora complimented.

"We are pleased that Madame likes it all, good night. We'll send you some red wine of the highest quality," the receptionist said as she walked away.

Flora stepped inside, Demian immediately closed the door and held the petite body in front of him.

Demian gently kissed his wife's smooth white back, inhaling the scent of perfume that always spoiled his sense of smell.

Although Rebecca serves her wildly, the winner is still Flora. Her body is like a drug that intoxicates and gives an addictive effect.

If only Flora had been like this from the beginning, he would never have looked for snacks outside.

"You're still the same, so charming," Demian said in his trademark hoarse and heavy voice.

Demian's fingers skimmed beautifully over Flora's smooth back, tugging on a small piece of metal that hooked the sheet to wrap around his wife's body.

Flora turned around, her hands hanging beautifully on Demian's shoulders, her fingers gently stroking her husband's thick curls.

Flora tugged gently on Demian's nape bringing his face closer, their breath coming together just inches away from being kissed.

"Can you take a shower, I can't smell this." Flora chuckled.

With a disappointed face Demian let go of Flora's embrace, he picked up the tiny body and threw her onto the bed. Along with her.

There was a burst of laughter as Demian's fingers played on Flora's stomach,

"There you go," Flora pushed Demian's body on top of her.

"Let's take a shower together!" Demian pleaded.

"Good idea, I'll catch up," Flora said.

Demian smiled mischievously and bit his lower lip, and stepped into the bathroom.

Flora's round eyes stared at the broad shoulders that disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"Dear God, give me a way out and more patience."

Flora entered the bathroom, she was already wearing the dines that her husband liked the most.

Demian's eyes couldn't blink at the beautiful sight in front of him right now. Flora was like a piece of meat ready to be eaten whole.

Although her body was not as beautiful as Rebecca's, but there was one part that could make her float and fly freely in the clouds.

Flora got into the bathtub that was filled with foam with the scent of lily, Demian's favorite flower. He had deliberately ordered soap with that scent.

Demian slightly opened his legs and pulled Flora into his arms. The torn bread lined up on Demian's stomach felt so tempting to be dinner.

Demian's fingers surfed mischievously over every inch of Flora's skin making his wife feel fleeting.

"Do you like this?" Demian asked, whispering in her ear.

"I think you already know the answer," Flora replied, closing her eyes.

She was trying to blend into the situation, she should feel as comfortable as ever. Demian's touch was the most intoxicating thing in her entire life, but that fact suddenly vanished at this moment.

Even Flora couldn't put her emotions aside, the electric shock that should have brought her pleasure was the exact opposite. Only rage filled Flora's heart.

Sensing the strangeness in his wife, Demian immediately stopped his finger play and flipped Flora's body so that they were facing each other this time.

"This doesn't seem like the usual," Demian asked, looking closely at Flora's face.

"Tell me, how important are me and the kids to you?" asked Flora who couldn't hold back her emotions anymore.

For a moment Demian was silent, he had to be able to give an answer that convinced his wife. Flora was already getting suspicious of him.

Flora leaned closer and rested her head on Demian's chest, it was obvious how fast her husband's heart was beating.

"Why is your heart answering, while your sweet lips are silent," continued Flora who couldn't wait to hear Demian's answer.

Demian took a deep breath and held Flora's head tightly, trying to control his anxiety.

"You are everything to me, especially the children. They are the next generation that will carry my name. Isn't that right?" Demian replied, that was all he could answer.

Flora smiled wryly, it turned out that her husband was not good at finding excuses. It was very gimmicky and made Flora's anger burn even hotter.

Maybe if he answered that he was the source of her biggest gold mine, Flora would believe him more because it was an undeniable fact.

"You know I don't like to play games?" Flora said as she changed her position on Demian's lap.

Flora draped her arms around Demian's nape and revealed her most favorite part.

Demian could only hold back the burning sensation at the base of his body. It was clear from Flora's gaze that she was keeping a big secret.

Had his game been exposed? The end of his history was now. The spear that was already looming now deflated like a balloon that lost its air.

Flora's gaze made his guts shrink, it would be so easy for her to throw him out of this luxury.

"Why is my Juniors shrinking like this? Is she exhausted?" asked Flora who sensed a difference down there.

The cold atmosphere of the room turned sultry, even Demian's forehead began to break out in cold beads of sweat.