My son's wife

Chapter 12: The Bittersweet Departure

The morning sun began to cast its golden glow upon Chris and Eliana as they lay intertwined in each other's arms. Their stolen night of passion had been nothing short of magical, a journey into a forbidden love that left them both breathless and craving more.

But reality had a way of creeping in, and the knowledge that Chris had to return to his wife weighed heavily on both their hearts. He had arrived the day before, and now he was scheduled to leave the following night. The time they had together was a precious, stolen moment in their lives.

As they lay there, their fingers tracing invisible patterns on each other's skin, the sadness in their eyes was impossible to conceal. Eliana nestled her head against Chris's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. She inhaled his scent, memorizing it as if it were the most precious fragrance in the world.

Chris caressed her hair lovingly, his fingers gentle as they brushed through the silky strands. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing for this woman who had captured his heart so completely.

"I wish I didn't have to go," Chris admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

Eliana nodded, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "I know," she whispered. "I wish you could stay."

They both understood the harsh reality of their situation. Chris had to return to his wife, and Eliana had to continue living in a world where their love was a secret, a love that could never be openly acknowledged.

With every stolen moment, their love had grown stronger, their connection deeper. They had shared secrets, dreams, and desires, and now they faced the inevitable separation that threatened to tear them apart.

Chris had already prepared a lie to tell his wife when she inevitably questioned him about his whereabouts during his absence. He knew he had to be careful, that any slip could expose the truth they had fought so hard to hide.

But even as he thought about the lies he would have to tell, his heart ached at the thought of leaving Eliana behind. She was the woman he loved with a depth he had never known before, and the idea of going back to a life without her was almost unbearable.

As the hours ticked by, their time together slipped away like grains of sand through their fingers. They held each other close, savoring every stolen moment, every tender touch, as if trying to imprint the memories deep within their hearts.

The bittersweet reality of their love weighed on them, but they also knew that their connection was something they couldn't easily let go of. It was a love that defied reason and expectation, a love that had taken root in their souls.

As the day turned to evening, the impending departure loomed closer. Chris had to prepare to return to his wife, to the life he had built with her. Eliana understood, even though her heart ached at the thought of him leaving.

They clung to each other one last time, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke of their love and longing. It was a kiss that conveyed everything they couldn't put into words, a promise of a love that would endure, no matter the obstacles.

Chris reluctantly pulled away, his eyes locked with Eliana's. "I'll find a way to see you again," he vowed, determination in his voice. "I promise."

Eliana nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'll be waiting," she whispered.

With a heavy heart, Chris began to gather his belongings. The hours had slipped away too quickly, and now he had to return to a life that felt empty without Eliana by his side.

As he walked towards the door, he glanced back one last time, his eyes filled with love and longing. "Goodbye, Eliana," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

She watched him go, her heart breaking with every step he took away from her. Their love was a secret, a forbidden passion, but it was a love that neither of them could deny. Chris felt a mix of emotions as he left Eliana's presence, annoyance being one of them. He had to return to a life that was increasingly unfulfilling, a life with a wife he no longer desired in the same way he desired Eliana.