Am I better than that?

This morning Samantha felt her whole body in pain. Her pussy was sore from the way Sean was enjoying her all over. It had been 5 years since she had sex with another man. It had always been with Sean and now with Sean.

Her feelings were erratic at this moment. There was a feeling of contentment and pleasure, a sense of happiness wrapped in sadness. There was also the sensation of being caught in the act of making love that could arouse pleasure and adrenaline to become more passionate and wild. Samantha accepts all these desires with different feelings.

Everything Samantha felt was unbearably heavy. She had no other choice but to go through what had happened in her life as best as she could, trying not to hurt anyone—especially Stella. Facing the fact that her family was no longer financially stable as before was not easy.

"I have to be strong. I have to endure." Samantha whispered to herself in front of the mirror, trying to encourage herself.

Knock… knock… A soft tapping on her bedroom door startled her. "Who is it?" she asked cautiously.

"Sam, let’s have breakfast together before you leave for campus. Sean’s home," Stella’s voice came from behind the door.

Deg!

Her heart ached at the way Stella said 'my husband'. She felt annoyed and wanted to shout, 'hey! Last night your husband was busy fucking my pussy over and over again until we were exhausted with pleasure' but of course, she couldn't.

An uneasy feeling crept up her spine when Stella called her name again. She wanted to flee—to escape the house just to avoid her sister. Samantha walked toward the dining room at an agonizingly slow pace, hoping that Sean wouldn't be there. But the moment she stepped in, her hopes crumbled.

There he was—looking impeccably handsome in a tailored suit that accentuated his athletic physique.

Her breath hitched as her eyes locked onto Sean. This morning, he looked devastatingly attractive. His chestnut-brown hair was neatly styled with a special men’s hair gel, his thick eyebrows were perfectly shaped above his forehead, his lashes curled naturally, and those emerald-green eyes… framed by a sharp jawline dusted with a faint stubble—every bit of him screamed masculine perfection.

"Sam, do you want toast or cereal?" Stella asked, focused on spreading butter over a slice of bread.

"T-Toast, please, Sis," Samantha stammered, flustered. She was so restless that she almost got caught admiring Sean.

"Why didn’t you come home last night, love?" Stella asked Sean while handing him a cup of coffee.

"I did," Sean answered indifferently.

"But where did you sleep?"

Sean casually pointed toward Samantha’s room.

All eyes immediately followed the direction of his finger. Samantha’s breath hitched, and her heart pounded wildly. Panic seized her—what if he gave them away?

"T-That’s Sam’s room," Stella frowned in disbelief.

"The one next to it," Sean added, his tone flat and unreadable.

"You mean the guest room beside Sam’s? Oh my god, Sean, you scared me," Stella let out a relieved laugh.

Samantha exhaled quietly, relief washing over her. If Sean had said anything different, this peaceful breakfast would have ended in heartbreak and tears.

"Sean, we need to talk about our relationship." Stella’s voice carried a weight of seriousness.

Feeling the tension rise, Samantha knew she shouldn’t be there. She quickly decided to leave for campus, unwilling to hear whatever was coming next.

"Finish your breakfast first, Sam," Sean’s voice held a sharp edge, his gaze shifting toward Stella.

"I-I'm already full, Sis. I should get going," Samantha interjected hastily, desperate to escape the uncomfortable situation.

"Samantha! It’s impolite to leave when someone older is still talking," Sean’s firm tone sent a shiver down her spine.

Samantha lowered her head. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, barely audible.

"Forgive my sister’s rudeness, Sean. She must be in a hurry—she didn’t mean it," Stella tried to defend her.

"Stella!" Sean snapped. "You’re the one who should know better. Samantha barely touched her breakfast, and she’s already rushing off because you don’t know your place. Use your brain before you bring up our marriage problems in front of others!" His piercing gaze drilled into Stella.

Samantha’s heart ached at his words. So, to him, I’m just an outsider…

"I’m sorry, Sam… I didn’t mean to," Stella murmured, guilt evident in her voice.

"It’s okay, Sis. I should get going before I miss the bus," Samantha said softly, then leaned in to kiss Stella’s cheek before quickly making her exit.

"Sam, where’s your car?" Sean asked.

"It’s at the workshop, so I’ll just take the bus," she replied before rushing out of the house.

But she didn’t actually leave.

Something about Sean and Stella’s conversation intrigued her. Instead of going, she hid behind a wall, straining to listen.

"Get Samantha a new car for college. I don’t want her taking the bus," Sean’s voice was clipped with irritation.

"Sean, no. I don’t want to trouble you any more than I already have. You’re already helping with Daddy Samuel’s medical bills, and now you want to buy Sam a car too?" Stella protested, sounding both uncomfortable and annoyed. After all, Sean hadn’t even bought her a new car—though she was free to use any of his luxury vehicles.

Sean noted Stella’s refusal but remained undeterred. He needed to find another way to get his lover the car she deserved. "Fine. Buy two—one for you and one for Sam. Choose whatever you like. As long as it makes you happy, Stella."

Stella’s heart swelled with happiness. She thought this was the perfect moment to talk about their marital issues.

But while Stella was basking in her joy, the woman hidden behind the wall was quietly breaking inside. Samantha couldn’t take it anymore and finally decided to leave.

"Sean… forgive me," Stella’s voice was hesitant.

Hearing her sister apologize made Samantha stop in her tracks. Instead of leaving, she went back to her hiding spot.

"For what?" Sean sounded indifferent.

"For the past three months of our marriage… You’ve never touched me, Sean. I’m sorry if I did something wrong."

"You don’t need to apologize, Stella. I’ll touch you only if I want to."

"But I’m a woman too, Sean. I’m your wife… I need intimacy."

"Enough, Stella! I don’t want to talk about this anymore."

"Sean… please…"

"I still remember what your father said—that his precious daughter was pure, and that by giving you to me, he could keep his drunken, gambling ass out of prison."

Stella paled. "So… you never actually wanted to marry me?"

Sean’s emerald eyes darkened. "There were certain advantages to marrying you."

"Sean, please… Don’t do this to me. I’m still your wife."

"Enough, Stella! If you keep bringing up useless things like this, I’ll stop coming home altogether. And you know what that means," Sean warned coldly.

From her hiding spot, Samantha’s heart clenched painfully.

She had never known the real reason Sean married Stella—to cover up the disgrace of her biological father. And yet… here she was, her sister’s own stepsister, having an affair with Stella’s husband.

Without another thought, she slipped away from the house.

On the bus ride to campus, silent tears streamed down her face.

"Forgive me, Sis… This is all my fault," she whispered brokenly, guilt suffocating her.

But what could she do?

If she pushed Sean away, who would cover Samuel’s medical bills? The cost was too high, and she couldn’t possibly ask Daddy Nicholas—her mother Ursula’s new husband. He had already done enough by paying for her tuition and daily expenses.

Samantha realized, in many ways, she and Stella were alike.

Except Stella has been lucky—she had been married to Sean.

Samantha?

She was just his mistress. His playing. His sinful secret.

Even though Sean claimed to love her…

Did it really matter?

Because in the end, he was still just her brother in law.