My Daughter's Masseur Lover

My husband was always gone—another business trip, another empty bed. The silence of our house pressed in on me until I could barely breathe.

Then summer arrived, and my daughter Chloe brought her boyfriend home. Every night, their passionate moans seeped through the walls, leaving me restless and aching.

One afternoon, my best friend Tiffany dragged me to a spa for some "stress relief." But the moment the masseur walked in, my stomach dropped. It was Chase—Chloe's boyfriend. His hands glided over my skin, slow and deliberate, before he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"Madam, I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."

That night, my bedroom door creaked open in the dark...

My name is Daphne Laurent—soon-to-be mother, soon-to-be widow of a husband who's never home. Zachary Evans, my devoted contractor husband, just landed his biggest project yet: rebuilding railways in Ukraine.

For two years.

I stared at him, my hands instinctively cradling my stomach. "You're seriously leaving me alone while I'm pregnant? Our baby won't even know you when you get back."

He kissed my forehead like I was overreacting. "One last job, sweetheart. Then I'm all yours."

Liar. He'd said that after the last "last job" too.

The first few weeks were bearable. Then the loneliness set in—heavy, suffocating. I called Zachary every night, desperate for the sound of his voice. We even tried video calls, pretending the screen could replace touch.

Until one evening, he stopped answering.

"Frequent calls are distracting," he texted the next day. "Bad for my back. Bad for work."

Just like that, the last thread between us snapped.

Then Chloe called.

"Mom, I'm bringing my boyfriend home for break!"

I should've been happy for her. But the moment I stepped into the house that evening, the sounds hit me like a punch to the gut.

Chloe.

Moaning.

Loud.

My feet moved on their own, leading me to her cracked bedroom door. Through the gap, I saw him—Chase, muscles taut, driving into her with a rhythm that made my knees weak.

Then his head snapped up.

Our eyes locked.