A fractured relationship

Flora looked at her reflection in the mirror, there was a sweet smile there. Today was the happiest day of her life, it should be celebrated.

She was ready with a beautiful black dress, contrasting with her pure white skin. Right now she already looked like a shining star in the middle of the night sky.

She was sure her husband, Demian. must have forgotten this historic day. Flora had never questioned this because her husband was the president of a well-known company.

His responsibility is not to his family alone, but to the many people who rely on him.

Today is exactly 7 years of marriage, she heard that the first 5 years of marriage is the most difficult period. But look at this fact, Flora is very happy because they can pass this 'difficult' period happily.

Isn't this something to celebrate? Flora had already booked a hotel room to celebrate this happy day.

Now that she was ready, her face was so beautiful that she was even 10 years younger than her age.

"Take care of the children... Tuan and I will be back tomorrow rather late," Flora said as she descended the stairs.

Since it was Saturday, the children were also off school tomorrow, so Flora could relax a bit.

Mbok Ranti immediately ran over to Flora as she walked down the stairs and nodded her head in understanding.

Flora stepped out of the house and quickly climbed into the car, her luxurious car driving away from her palace to the office where her husband was struggling with a myriad of tasks.

In another place, right where a man with a strapping posture with rows of muscles neatly arranged on his stomach.

Sweat still drenched his body, the hot scene had just ended. Beside him was a woman who was lying limp.

Her eyes staring faintly at the man, she gazed at the broad, muscular back that had just given warmth to her body.

The office phone rang loudly, indicating that someone was waiting for him and waiting for approval.

"Hello," Demian said, putting his pants back on.

"Mrs. Flora wants to come in, is your meeting over?" the receptionist asked.

Demian's eyes widened, he hadn't expected his wife to come to the office. He immediately threw a look at the woman who was still lying on the sofa with her innocent body.

"Okay, it will be finished in a minute, tell Madam to wait for 5 minutes." Demian immediately hung up the phone and carried the woman into the bathroom.

Not forgetting he cleaned up all the scattered clothes, "wear this, Flora is downstairs," Demian whispered softly.

"What?" The woman's eyes perfectly rounded, she immediately came to her senses and tidied herself up. She didn't usually come here, why was it suddenly like this?

Demian immediately tidied up himself and the room. Cleaning up the scattered papers and tissues that were scattered everywhere.

Just as he finished, the door opened. His body froze, his life seemed to escape from his body in shock.

A pair of soft hands embraced him intimately, feeling the warm air blowing on his back.

Demian was slightly relieved, at least he was safe this time. There was no suspicion on him. He immediately turned around and embraced the woman in front of him.

Flora's eyes looked strangely at the shirt her husband was wearing, why did he put the buttons out of alignment, so that the collar of the shirt went up one side. His body was also sweating?

"Are you okay honey?" asked Flora softly.

"No, I'm fine. Is there something wrong?" replied Demian, who still hadn't noticed his shirt.

Flora swept the room with her sharp eyes trying to find something wrong with her husband's study. Something must be wrong.

Her eyes fell on an object on the sofa, she immediately stepped closer to it. But she was stopped in her tracks as Demian blocked her way.

She threw him a questioning look,

"Where are you going?" asked Demian anxiously.

"To the sofa, what's wrong?" said Flora.

Flora pushed her husband's body and reached for the AC remote, checking Demian's room temperature. Her eyebrows knitted together, since when did her husband forget to turn on the AC.

"You want to test your guts, why don't you turn on the AC?" Flora smiled sweetly.

She felt guilty for thinking badly of her husband because of his shirt. She stepped closer to her husband and unbuttoned his shirt.

Demian grabbed her narrow hips and pulled Flora into his arms, doing his best to act casual so she wouldn't get suspicious.

Hopefully, Flora wouldn't get suspicious this way,

"Did I forget something, for you to come here suddenly like this?" Demian asked while kissing Flora's forehead.

Just as expected, her husband was busy with his office activities. Flora pulled Demian's collar and brought her lips to his ear.

"I've booked a room at the place where we first met, so can we go now?" Flora whispered and left an intimate kiss.

This was the first time his wife had taken the initiative, she was usually never like this. What happened to her, but Demian liked Flora right now.

"Looks like you're very impatient," said Demian smiling mischievously, he tightened his embrace even more.

Flora unbuttoned Demian's shirt one by one, her sharp eyes staring at the handsome face that had given her sincere love in the past.

Actually, Flora wanted to leave this room immediately, but somehow she wanted to start the game here.

His heart was beating faster and faster, fortunately the stimulating drug was still in effect, otherwise he wouldn't know what his wife would do. He wouldn't know what his wife would think.

While the person in the bathroom was already shivering from the cold, for some reason the stupid woman outside turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. It's like the North Pole in this room, especially in the bathroom.

Even more annoying, the two people outside were making out. Whether she wanted to or not she had to wait for them to finish fighting.