My Asexual Husband Slept with His Best Friend for 8 Years Chapter 03

My Asexual Husband Slept with His Best Friend for 8 Years Chapter 03 Twenty Feet Away
Three in the morning. I was jolted awake by the frantic groan of bedsprings. I sat bolt upright. The headboard slamming against the other side of the wall in a steady, brutal beat. Bare feet on cold hardwood. Door cracked open. Sickly yellow glow from their room. I walked closer. Sebastian had Serena pinned beneath him, yanking her against him. His hips snapped forward in a desperate rhythm. “Serena—” His voice broke on her name. “Fuck… you feel so good—” She clawed at his neck, her mouth open in a silent gasp. Then she moaned, high and breathy, arching up into him like she couldn’t get close enough. He was completely lost in her. Face flushed, eyes half-closing, every thought wiped clean except the need to keep moving, keep taking, keep drowning in her body. He didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway. I stood there—frozen, suffocating—watching the bed we picked out together shake under the force of him pounding into another woman. The man who’d said “I’m asexual, Chloe” was making Serena writhe under him. “Fuck you, Sebastian!” My voice cracked through the room like a whip. He jerked—whole body seizing up. His eyes went wide with horror. He tried to pull out, but Serena tightened her arms around his neck, taking her time. She rolled her hips against him—slow, deliberate, savoring every last second before finally letting go. “Chloe—I’m sorry—” His body was a mess. Bite marks on his shoulders. Streaked across his thighs, glistening in the low light. “It’s the last time. I swear to God, Chloe, this is the last time.” His voice cracked. “Serena—she had an episode tonight. She was going to slit her wrists if I didn’t come. I couldn’t just—I couldn’t let her die.” He pointed at Serena’s wrist, his face full of pleading. “After tonight, I’m sending her to Eurxpe. Some specialist clinic. I’ll never see her again. I promise. Then we can try for a baby, okay? Isn’t that what you wanted?” I looked at him, then at her wrist—calmly. Barely a scratch. I took a step back before he could touch me. “Save it.” I walked back to my room. My phone was already lit up. All from her. A video. The thumbnail made my stomach turn. Sebastian on his knees, face buried between Serena’s thighs. I didn’t press play. The thumbnail was enough. More messages popped up. “Can’t sleep? Just watch and pretend it’s you. Might help.” “He really knows his way around. You wouldn’t know.” “Thanks for sharing, hun. Your husband’s been so helpful with my ‘treatments’.” I dropped the phone on the bed. Sat there, hands clasped in my lap. Thump. Thump. Thump. The headboard slamming against the wall. The bed frame groaning under them. Faster now. Harder. I felt nothing. She sent more explicit videos. “Real talk—he just doesn’t let you touch him.” “All I have to do is snap my fingers, and he’s on his knees, whimpering like a pup.” “The husband you spent eight years worshipping. I get to play with him whenever I want.”