Shiro and the fiancé slept close to each other. Their affection was still new, and they needed to maintain a bond. Mark maintained his hand between the fiancé's back and the ass, romantically massaging her whenever he found himself awake.
Mark was too caring. He could wake up, switch on the lights to check on his lover to see if she was still breathing. I guess Shiro was the most valuable thing Mark had at that particular time. He could place his hand on his fiancé's left side of the chest to confirm if the heart was still plumbing. For sure, the two were meant to be...
For Shiro, she felt like being in safe hands. She was relaxed and comfortable. She was asleep all the entire night.
As the daytime was fast approaching, Shiro had enough rest.
She stretched her up and saw rays of sunlight penetrating through the window into their bedroom.
Shiro gradually stretched up and sat on the edge of the bed. She utterly some words of appreciation to the Maker as it was her routine. Then, she turned and looked at her lover, who was now in deep sleep.
Shiro had to wake up, so she went ahead to kiss the lover before moving out of the bedroom. As she bent down slightly to kiss him, she was welcomed by a bad mouth odor. Despite the bad odor, she was still determined to kiss him. She used one of her hands to block the nose, most probably to reduce the irritating bad mouth odor, and kissed him shallowly.
Shiro then moved to the coach. She sat at the coach for a few seconds, thinking about what to do next. She had quite enough house chores to keep her busy. But she saw it wise to prepare the breakfast for her boyfriend. So she went direct to the kitchen area, took her best cooking pot and placed it on a cooking gas. Milk was placed in a pot, boiled and two cups of water added. The lady was determined to prepare the best breakfast for her fiancé.
Not long later, the tea was ready. It was placed in a thermos and then taken to the table. She took sliced bread and honey on the table. She then went to wake her to be brave for breakfast.
Shiro, before she could wake her be brave, she had a phone. She took it and sat on the strategic corner of the bed. Something was ringing in her little mind. All she was craving was to know what was exactly on her fiancé's phone.
Shiro did not know the password to access the phone but was determined to guess. Although she was good at guessing, this time it did not go through. She carefully used Mike's finger to open it, doing it in a slightly cautious manner not to wake him up at that particular time.
Shiro now had full access to her boyfriend's phone. She first went to the contact list to find out who else had an affair with Mark. For sure, the contact list was fine. There was no person shaved that she could suspect. She then proceeded to the text messages. That was where the problem came in. As she was still on text messages, an unsaved contact number popped a message.
She opened it and read.
"Hey love, how are you doing there? I have missed you so much. I can't hesitate.
Shiro was shocked and was eager to read more of the previous messages. Her cheeks were now flooding, tears rolling down her tiny cheeks like an over flooding river. Then she came across a message sent by her own man, Mark.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have had in my whole life. Kisses and tight hugs are the things that make me love you more. I'm missing you a lot. Stay safe love."
That was the worst Shiro could expect from her man. She had no more energy to read more. It was obvious that she had been betrayed by her own.
She started by crying silently, but the intensity continued each passing second.
Mark was woken up by the sound of a crying woman. He was very sure that it must be his lover, Shiro. He was afraid of making hurries to inquire, as he knew very well the possible causes.
Finally, Mark was up, pretending to be caring.
"What is wrong with love?"
Mark saw the fiancé sitting on one corner of the bed, in her hands holding his phone. He obviously sensed, had a guess at the cause.
Mark went on to calm her down.
"Love, please calm down. Let us talk about it, I can explain."
Shiro, filled with fury, took the phone and threw it forcefully against the wall, breaking it into three distinct pieces.
Shiro then hurriedly made her way out. Her mind was unpredictable. Mark just had to rush in an attempt to calm her down.
"Please, listen to me love, we still have a long way to go. Let us sit down and s
Settled this.
Shiro sat on the coach, really worn out. The man sat next to her, trying to sweat talk her.
Not soon, Shiro loosened and fainted. That was the worst thing that could have happened to him. He trembled as he rushed out to call for assistance. He was totally helpless.
A deep-voiced man wailed to signal people to come around and help him. Although the voice could not go far, it got attention from the nearby neighbors.
An ambulance was taken and Shiro was ferried to the general hospital for treatment.
Not long later, they were in the hospital. The nurses were in a rush to attend to her. She had been unconscious for quite some time.
Mark, a gentle man, could not hold on. He kept constant tears rolling down his cheeks. He was deeply hurt by her lover's condition, regretting the consequences of his actions. He felt to have betrayed her.