Dear Husband, Please Love Me More

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the streets of the Arlington Suburbs were now desolate. With only a few street lamps illuminating the sidewalk, Tessa Curme soon arrived in front of the gate of a simple yet modern house with a big glass fountain at the garden's center situated in a great location.

Tessa knew right away the first time she laid her eyes on it that this would be the perfect house to build her own family. She liked it so much that she even had to bargain with the real estate agent to lower his offer.

After getting the deal, she painstakingly designed it, down to the minor details. She wanted it to be perfect when she and her would-be husband moved in after the wedding. Tessa had been waiting for that day all her life, and tomorrow would be her last day of waiting as they were finally getting married.

But tradition had it that they should not stay together the night before the wedding. So, they had arranged Tessa would spend the night at her friend Sara Daniell's place, and Mark would stay in their newly furnished house.

However, upon their last-minute checking, Tessa discovered that her wedding veil was missing. She started freaking out but recalled putting it in the master's bedroom at their new house. She thought about going back to pick it up for a while. After all, they had a tradition to commit to. But the wedding was more important at this point.

Thinking about how perfect their wedding tomorrow would be, Tessa returned home to get the veil without informing Mark.

She giddily opened the gate and wanted to surprise him. Who would have thought it was her who would end up being surprised?

Tessa entered the house and discreetly walked into the silent living room. But the silence was soon shattered by a woman's high-pitched moaning.

For a second, Tessa initially wondered whether she had come to the wrong house. But when a familiar masculine voice rang out from their bedroom, her heart sank in agony and dread. With each heavy step, Tessa strode towards where the lewd sounds were coming from and soon stopped in front of the slightly opened door.

Through the door's crack, Tessa saw a pair of black high-heeled shoes and a woman's dress scattered on the floor. Ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Tessa raised her shaky hand and weakly pushed the door open.

Tessa quickly regretted her actions as she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life. Mark, her soon-to-be husband, was holding a woman in the bed, both naked and in an ambiguous position. Furthermore, the woman Mark was with was Tessa's college roommate and long-time best friend, Martina Lindsay.

The scene unfolding before her eyes had her dumbstruck and incensed that she could do nothing except stare at the two closest people in her life betraying her with pleasure. Even though she had never engaged in such intimate activities, Tessa was not innocent, so she knew what the two were doing.

Nevertheless, Tessa still couldn't accept that her best friend and fiancé were having an affair!

With her facing the door, Martina obviously saw Tessa's sudden arrival. Still, she didn't even look surprised and flustered. In contrast, she boldly met Tessa's eyes and gave her a taunting look.

Anger surged inside Tessa as she witnessed the audacity of her so-called best friend. Tess was so enraged that her breathing became ragged as she fought the urge to lash out at this cheating couple.

Meanwhile, when the woman in his arms suddenly became silent, Mark curiously glanced at Martina before asking hoarsely, "Baby, what's the matter?" His deep voice echoed in the quiet house with lust.

Martina looked at Tessa meaningfully before slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and coquettishly asking, "Mark, what would you do if Tessa found out you were doing me here, in your bed, the night before your wedding?"

"You are so naughty! Why did you suddenly bring her up? Am I not satisfying you enough?" Mark teased, smiling obscenely as his hands continued to caress her chest.

Disgust and pain flickered across Tessa's eyes. She didn't expect her always dignified fiancé to act like this to another woman.

Martina furrowed her eyebrows at Mark and playfully glanced in Tessa's direction before responding coyly, "But what if Tessa suddenly comes here now and catches us..."

Before Martina could finish her words, Mark interjected, "Baby, you're overthinking. I drove Tessa to Sara's place in person, so it would be unlikely for her to be here."

Earlier, when he returned home, Mark spotted a scantily dressed Martina waiting for him and leaning against the gate of their newly furnished house. Even though he was getting married the next day, he couldn't possibly turn down a woman who approached him on her initiative.

Martina pouted her plump lips and pretended to ask in concern, "Oh? What would you do if she caught us here in the act and canceled your wedding?"

Mark smirked and kissed Martina's neck before remarking, "Well, I didn't intend to get married so soon anyway."

"You mean," Martina asked seductively, raising her finger to hook Mark's chin and forcing him to look at her. Looking at her dazzling smile and long wavy hair scattered down her shoulders, which gave her the appearance of a siren, Mark was so enthralled that he fell into a trance.

"You're really not going to marry her?" Martina added, glancing mockingly at Tess, who was now staring blankly at Mark.

"Of course," Mark answered dazedly. His focus was solely on how he would spend this pleasurable night with Martina, so he didn't realize his slip-up.

Martina chuckled and murmured, "If you knew Tessa was here, would you dare say that to her?"

Losing his patience, Mark grunted and couldn't hear Martina's words. "Baby, you're talking so much tonight!"

With that, Mark dipped his head, eager to punish her with a kiss. However, Martina blocked his lips before Mark could do so and gestured toward the door, muttering, "Stop, I'm not kidding. Tessa is really here…."