Read this novel at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead Illustrations Posted on subscribestar Read Exclusive subscribestar at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead Chapter 5 Part 4 Wendy’s Demands If I could have chosen, I’d rather not have turned around.
But back then, my feelings for her hadn’t completely faded.
“Wendy.
Something wrong?” She pouted, clearly displeased with my stiff reaction.
“Hey, that’s not the Wesley I remember.
I’m not some man‑eating demon.
Look at you, acting like you saw a ghost.
Or is your wife’s rulebook so strict you’re not allowed to talk to other women?” No man can fully resist that kind of goading.
I scratched my nose and forced a smile.
“I’m just… excited to see you.” “Sure.” She rolled her eyes.
Her fox‑bright eyes fixed on me.
“Back then, when everything happened to our families, I left too fast.
There were things I never got to say to you.
Could you… ah, forget it.
I know I no longer matter to you.
Those words don’t matter either.” She turned and hurried off down the corridor, white coat swaying.
I hesitated, then went after her.
My heart still belonged to my wife; I wasn’t thinking of getting back together with Wendy.
But those “unsaid words” she mentioned scratched at my brain like a cat.
Why had my father’s and Uncle Mu’s sudden deaths ended our relationship?
How much had she really loved me?
Those questions had sat in my chest for four years.
I couldn’t just let them go now that she’d brought them up.
“Hey, why are you following me?
Aren’t you afraid Diana will get jealous?” She whirled around at the sound of my footsteps, cheeks flushed with annoyance.
I’d been in a hurry and collided with her head‑on.
“Ah, you’re killing me!” At 1.65 meters, even with ten‑centimeter heels she only came up to my chin.
She stumbled back under the impact, about to fall.
I didn’t think I grabbed her arm and wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her into my chest.
Her breasts slammed into me.
Through the thin layers of summer fabric, their softness and elasticity were impossible not to feel.
Full, heavy, yet springy as water‑filled balloons, they flattened against my chest as my grip tightened.
Even now, the memory makes my heart skip.
So big.
So soft.
So firm.
D‑cup?
No bigger than my wife’s at least.
E‑cup, maybe.
The sudden, stolen intimacy made me giddy that night.
The startled noise she made drew glances from passersby.
Flustered and guilty, I pulled her into the stairwell.
In the dim, empty space, our breathing sounded too loud.
She leaned against me, cheek resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
We stayed like that for a long moment.
“Wesley, you’re holding me too tight.” “Oh… sorry.” I let go hurriedly and stepped back.
“You okay?” The question came out painfully awkward, like a clumsy teenager’s.
“No.” She shot me a sidelong glare, those fox‑bright eyes sparkling with indignation.
“What are we, exactly?
You grab me and cop a feel, and I’m the one losing out.
Worst of all, you clearly don’t intend to take responsibility and just want a free grope.” Where my wife was cool and aloof, Wendy was warm and fiery.
Her rapid‑fire accusations left me flustered.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” “You’re such a scumbag, Wesley.” “What?!” The word shocked me.
Scumbag?
I’d only ever been with two women her and my wife.
A first love and a spouse.
How did that make me scum?
“If you’re not, then let me see your wrist.” Still thoroughly confused, I obediently held out my arm.
“Hey!” She yanked my hand closer, bit down hard on my wrist, tears glistening in her eyes.
I wanted to pull away from the pain, but when those tears spilled over, falling like broken pearls onto my hand and arm, my heart softened.
I let her bite as long as she liked.
Eventually she released me and wiped her eyes.
Looking at the teeth marks she’d left, she stroked them gently, then lifted her gaze.
“Does it hurt?” Her pitiful expression made it impossible to nod.
“You’re mad I didn’t go to America with you back then?” “No.
Not at all.” “Back then, our dads died too suddenly.
Your mom and Aunt Lydia had that huge falling‑out.
We were too young to stop any of it.
I don’t blame you.” “Then why did your calls go from every day to once a week, to once a month, to once a year, and then nothing at all?
Why?” “I know we’d already broken up by then, and maybe Diana was already in your arms.
But you promised we’d stay friends.
Why didn’t you keep that promise?” I lowered my wrist slowly, unable to answer.
She was right.
Even if we couldn’t be lovers, we should’ve at least remained friends.
But how could I stay close to my first love once I’d started dating my future wife?
In my confusion, I raised my other wrist toward her.
“Get lost.
You think I’m a dog?” She slapped my hand away and rolled her eyes.
“Do you have kids yet?” “Uh…” Her abrupt topic change made my brain lag.
“I…” I wasn’t sure how much to tell her.
She smiled mischievously.
“Relax.
I’m just teasing.
But promise me one thing.” “Alright.
What is it?” Looking back now, I should never have agreed.
“I want you to promise that from now on, whenever you see me, you can’t pretend not to.
You have to reply to my messages and pick up my calls.
Treat me like your best friend.
When you’re unhappy, I want you to think of me first and tell me so I can comfort you.” “You have to remember I’m one of the most important people in your life.
Even in your dreams if you see me, come to me as fast as you can.
That’s all.
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