The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Her breath hitched at my words, the formal address striking her like a slap across the face.

"Y-You're my husband!" Abigail snapped, her eyes blazing with disbelief and fury.

I tilted my head, amusement flickering in my gaze. "Oh? Now you remember that?" I chuckled, my voice dripping with mockery. "Strange. You didn't seem to care when you were moaning another man's name in our bedroom."

For a moment, her face turned pale before she masked it with anger. "You're just doing this to get back at me!"

I let out a low, amused laugh. "Get back at you? Oh no, Abigail. I'm just finally enjoying my life. After all, wasn't it you who said we should do what makes us happy?"

Gina, ever the perfect actress, sat up in bed, letting the towel slip slightly off her shoulder. She stretched lazily, her voice sultry. "Samuel," she purred, "come back to bed already. I need more."

Abigail's entire body stiffened, her fists clenching at her sides. "You... You bastard!"

I simply raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Abigail. You wouldn't want to wake Joshua, would you?"

Her lip trembled with fury, her eyes filled with unshed rage. "This... This isn't over!"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, I know," I said smoothly. "That's what makes it fun."

Then, with a smirk, I added, "Moan until I say so, and use every dirty word you know."