Chapter 897: The Greatest Sorrow is a Broken Heart
In the dimly lit living room, Kimberly sat on the sofa holding a wine glass filled with a deep red liquid. On the coffee table in front of her was a bottle of red wine, now two-thirds empty.
Her eyes were misty, her face flushed, and even her fair neck had an enticing pink hue. Her long, white legs were casually draped over the sofa, and her tight nightgown clung to her voluptuous, mature body.
"Why did it come to this?" Kimberly murmured to herself, a vacant expression on her face, feeling an infinite sadness as if she were falling into a bottomless abyss.
Around noon, her husband Grant had called, saying he had to go to the countryside with the office director and wouldn’t be back until the evening. Kimberly, thinking she had some free time, decided to clean the house. While tidying up the bathroom, she discovered a sophisticated camera hidden above the mirror.
Kimberly was stunned. No one else had been in their home, so it had to be Grant who placed it there. But why would he do such a thing? She was his wife. What was his intention? She remembered a day when Grant had come home with a bag, acting secretive, and had sent her out to buy something. That must have been when he installed the camera. It was the same day he had suggested having Kevin come over for tutoring.
It turned out that Grant didn’t trust her alone with Kevin, so he installed a camera to monitor her. Kimberly searched the living room and bedroom and found two more cameras. She was furious and wanted to call her husband, but his phone was unreachable. The more she thought about it, the more disappointed she felt. She hadn’t wanted Kevin to come over in the first place, but Grant had pleaded, saying it was crucial for his career. She had softened and agreed to help. But now, she realized Grant didn’t trust her at all.
Kimberly felt like a fool. She downed the wine in her glass, her face flushing deeper, a bitter smile on her lips. She had once loved this man so much, forgiving him even when he had caused scenes at her school, thinking his jealousy was a sign of how much he cared. But now she understood—Grant had never truly loved her. He only loved himself. For his career, he was willing to sacrifice everything, even his own wife.
Kimberly suddenly felt all her confidence and pride vanish. At Sunset Valley High School, she might not have been the best teacher, but she was well-liked by students, had good relationships with colleagues, and was respected by the school leadership. But her husband Grant was her biggest source of distress, often causing her great embarrassment.
She shook her head, feeling numb from the alcohol, but her body was growing hot, her suppressed anger needing an outlet. Unfortunately, she couldn't reach her husband, making her even more frustrated.
Bang, bang, bang! There was a knock at the door. Kimberly staggered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, handsome young man.
"It's you?" Kimberly was momentarily surprised, then remembered she had invited Kevin over earlier. "Oh, you're here for the lesson. Come in."
"Kimberly, are you...?" Kevin was taken aback by Kimberly's drunken state. She looked even more alluring, her skin flushed, her ample bosom rising and falling, her gaze fiery and seductive.
"I'm fine. You can join me for a drink," Kimberly said, grabbing another glass and pouring some wine. This bottle of red wine had been brought home by Grant a few days ago, saying it was good for her skin and health, costing several hundred dollars.
At the time, Kimberly had been touched, thinking her husband cared for her. Now she realized how naive she had been. Grant had only done it out of guilt.
"Kimberly, I don't drink," Kevin said hesitantly, looking at the glass of wine. Red wine might not be strong, but it had a delayed effect. If he got drunk and lost control, it would be disastrous.
"Are you a man or not?" Kimberly scoffed, giving Kevin a disdainful look. "Can't even drink a little wine? Fine, I don't want to have a lesson tonight. You can go."
"Alright, Kimberly," Kevin sighed in relief, not wanting any trouble. He walked to the door but glanced back, seeing Kimberly still sitting on the sofa, drinking alone. Her tall, solitary figure looked so lonely. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. What had happened? Had she fought with Grant again? Kimberly was so beautiful and capable. How had she ended up with such a man? It was truly pitiful.
Kevin felt it was wrong to leave her like this. Kimberly had been kind to him, teaching him diligently and even visiting him at home. How could he just leave her alone now?
He walked back to the sofa. Kimberly looked up at him and snorted, "Weren't you leaving? Why are you back?"
"Kimberly, I'll drink with you," Kevin said, sitting down and picking up the glass. He thought a little wine wouldn't hurt. Although he didn't have a strong tolerance, he could handle a beer or two. Red wine was just slightly stronger; he should be fine with one glass.
"That's more like it," Kimberly smiled, clinking her glass with Kevin's. Her eyes sparkled with a fiery light as she looked at the handsome young man in front of her. Her heart suddenly burned with a desire she couldn't suppress. She had always liked this boy, and now, under the influence of alcohol, she felt a wave of lust. Her body felt weak, and an uncontrollable itch spread from her lower abdomen, longing for the boy's touch.
What's happening to me? Kimberly was shocked. Was she really such a wanton woman, becoming so desperate just because her husband wasn't home?
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Meanwhile, in a farmhouse in Clearbrook, Grant was anxiously watching the time. According to the plan, they should have been back by now, but the office director had received a call saying the governor would be visiting the next day, so they had to stay in the village overnight. The village had no internet, and even the phone signal was intermittent.
Grant tried to access the surveillance program but couldn't receive any signal from the cameras. He frowned. He had spiked a bottle of red wine with an aphrodisiac, hoping his wife would drink it and seduce Kevin. He planned to return home unexpectedly at the critical moment, catching them in the act. This way, he could control Kevin and ensure his wife wasn’t taken advantage of—a win-win situation.
But now, he was stuck in the countryside, unable to monitor the situation at home. Still, he reassured himself that Kevin might not come over tonight, and his wife might not drink that specific bottle. What were the odds?
Despite trying to calm himself, Grant felt uneasy. He looked at the overcast sky, sensing something was about to happen.
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Kevin took a sip of the red wine, feeling a warm sensation flow down his throat to his stomach, igniting a small flame in his lower abdomen. His erection grew harder, and he thought the wine was stronger than expected.
Kimberly had already finished another glass, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused. She wobbled the empty glass and slurred, "Kevin, pour me more wine."
"Kimberly, you've had enough. Maybe you should stop," Kevin said, concerned. Kimberly seemed like a different person when drunk.
"No, I want to drink. Don't stop me," Kimberly insisted, reaching for the bottle. Kevin tried to take it from her, but it slipped and shattered on the floor, spilling wine everywhere.
Kimberly stared at the spilled wine, muttering, "Why did it have to be this way? Why?"
"Kimberly, I'm sorry. I'll clean it up," Kevin said, feeling guilty. He was about to get a mop when Kimberly suddenly threw herself into his arms, crying uncontrollably, releasing all her pent-up emotions.
Kimberly's face was flushed, her lips red, her breath warm and fragrant. The scent made Kevin’s heart race, his erection growing harder. He was torn, knowing he shouldn’t stay, but unable to leave her like this. The fire inside him burned hotter, and he instinctively held Kimberly tighter, her soft breasts pressing against his chest, driving him wild.
He told himself he had to stop, but Kimberly’s body felt so good against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, making his blood boil. He wanted to become a beast and ravish this tempting woman. Grant was so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. The thought of Kimberly’s mature body writhing under Grant made him angry. How could such a good woman end up with a pig like him?
Kimberly cried harder, feeling more wronged. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why did Grant treat her this way? She had misjudged him all these years, but who could she blame? She had chosen this man herself.
Kevin felt conflicted, knowing he should leave before things got out of hand. But he couldn’t bear to leave her alone, and the fire inside him kept growing. He held Kimberly tighter, his erection pressing against her rounded thigh, her soft breasts against his chest, intoxicating him. His fingers gently stroked her waist, feeling her smooth skin through the thin nightgown. He still had a shred of rationality left, trying to control his desires.
"I can’t take it anymore," Kevin muttered, holding Kimberly’s mature, voluptuous body. His erection was so hard it hurt. "Kimberly, let me get you some water."
Kimberly, realizing her actions were inappropriate, blushed and sat up, nodding slightly. She watched Kevin walk to the kitchen, her eyes sparkling. This boy was different. Any other man would have taken advantage of her by now.
Kevin instinctively held the warm, voluptuous body of his English teacher, his hand on her soft, slender waist. Looking at Kimberly’s flushed face and red lips, her breath fragrant, he felt his erection grow harder.
He was torn, telling himself not to lose control. He took a deep breath, but Kimberly’s firm breasts kept rubbing against his chest, making his blood boil. He wanted to become a beast and ravish this tempting woman. Grant was so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. The thought of Kimberly’s mature body writhing under Grant made him angry. How could such a good woman end up with a pig like him?
Kimberly cried harder, feeling more wronged. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why did Grant treat her this way? She had misjudged him all these years, but who could she blame? She had chosen this man herself.
Kevin felt conflicted, knowing he should leave before things got out of hand. But he couldn’t bear to leave her alone, and the fire inside him kept growing. He held Kimberly tighter, his erection pressing against her rounded thigh, her soft breasts against his chest, intoxicating him. His fingers gently stroked her waist, feeling her smooth skin through the thin nightgown. He still had a shred of rationality left, trying to control his desires.
"I can’t take it anymore," Kevin muttered, holding Kimberly’s mature, voluptuous body. His erection was so hard it hurt. "Kimberly, let me get you some water."
Kimberly, realizing her actions were inappropriate, blushed and sat up, nodding slightly. She watched Kevin walk to the kitchen, her eyes sparkling. This boy was different. Any other man would have taken advantage of her by now.
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