Loretta 's Agony

As usual, go and see her. When I enter the living room, Arielle's comments continue to echo in my head. How can I eliminate her fears? She has years' worth of memories of Loretta and me that I can never take away. "Ariel!" The sound of Loretta''s voice makes my blood run cold and makes me feel somewhat guilty. Even though she's the lady I've always loved, Arielle constantly comes to mind when I look at her. "Loretta, why are you in this place?" She puts out her phone and looks up at me, tears in her eyes and a genuine look of heartbreak. "What's this?" Did you kiss her? I look at the wedding photo that Arielle shared of us, reliving the occasion with great clarity. That moment was real and it was ours, even though everything about our wedding was staged. I approach Loretta as a tear falls down her cheek, not knowing quite how to respond. We have a long history together, and I don't want to cause her unnecessary pain."Loretta," I mumble. Please, don't cry. Loretta, it was our wedding day. She asks, her voice cracking, "Why?" "Why did you feel the need to make everything appear so genuine between you? Why are you unable to just inform everyone that this marriage is purely for convenience? that it is merely a commercial agreement?" I pause for a second, trying to figure out how to deal with her. "You and I both know that Grandma is adamant that we give our marriage a genuine chance." "Ariel," she begs. "Please don't tell me that you're considering ending your marriage to her? You two cannot be what you are not. Guilt strikes me hard when I think back to how I shoved my cock into Arielle's mouth just a short while ago. I was so desperate for her... Never have I wanted someone more, I believe. Not even Loretta. "It is impossible for us to reconcile if you carry out this action. Please, Ariel. Don't do anything that we can't handle, please. Please. I feel more confused than ever as I look at her. Even when I married Arielle, I still felt that we would be better off as friends than as husband and wife. I never imagined that I would share my life with anybody but her. How could that have changed so fast? "Arielle is my spouse. When you abandoned me at the altar, you were fully aware of what you were doing. You have no right to tell me what I can or cannot do with the woman I married because you abandoned us. Anger flies in her eyes, and new tears well up in them. With a poisonous tone, she asks, "Are you sleeping with my sister?" "Are you two planning to go against my wishes? I trusted you even though I always felt that you were strangely close. Did you always want her? Unsure of what to say or do, I just stare at her. Although I don't want to hurt her, I also can't lie to her. Loretta would like things between Arielle and me to be more clear-cut, but they aren't. To be honest, that is no longer your concern. You can't do this, and I can't be more than just friends with you. You can't just show up at my place without warning and complain about my wife and I just spending time together. She yells, "Stop calling her your wife!" "Loretta, that's what she is!" Her look was filled with regret as large, thick tears streamed down her cheeks. Even though I've grown numb to Loretta's tears over the years, these still make me feel something. I cup her cheek and use my thumbs to dab away her tears, whispering, "Fuck." "Loretta, if you could... I apologize. I simply... You know what, I'm fucking exhausted too? I feel like I'm fucking stuck and that I'm going to disappoint someone no matter what. "This is where." The sound of Arielle's clipped voice makes me anxious. Fuck, fuck, fuck!I move away from Loretta to look at my wife, but she doesn't want to meet my eyes. She seems uptight, and I can't help but think that she's upset. She gives Loretta a handkerchief, which Loretta angrily grabs from Arielle's hand. "How could you!" exclaims her. Arielle, how can you post something like this? That was deliberate on your part, you fucking bitch. Ariel and I are attempting to be separated by you, is that correct? Swearing, Arielle fixes her gaze on her sister. "I'm attempting to create a rift between you and my husband," Alright, screw it. "Arielle , don't think I didn't see the way you gazed at him all the time. I remained silent solely because I knew he wouldn't want you when he could have me instead. You are equally aware of that. You can refer to him as your spouse all you want, but he will never be fully yours. Hell, even if you screwed him, he would still adore me. Forever, it will be me. "Loretta" I lash out because I can't handle the hurt in Arielle's eyes. She shrugs and smiles at me. "That is accurate. Ariel, can you deny it? Tell me you don't love me anymore. "You must leave." Her surprised eyes enlarge. "What?" "Avoid making me say things again. Loretta, I told you to respect my marriage. That's all I've asked of you after all you've done for us. You fail to remember that Arielle bears the cost of your decisions. From each of us, she deserves better than this. She briefly glances away as remorse fills her gaze. "I simply..." "You must leave," I say again, this time in a quieter voice. She nods, seeming remorseful, then turns to face Arielle , who is staring at the wall with a strained expression on her face. I apologize, Arielle. You understand how I am, don't you? I became envious when I let my feelings control me. I couldn't see clearly, but I know that none of you would do that to me. I apologize, Arielle. Arielle gives a nod, not meeting her sister's gaze. Loretta gives me an apologetic glance, and I shake my head and beg her to just go. She lets out a sigh and turns to leave, leaving behind the sound of the door slamming shut. "Arielle," I mumble. "I apologize. She ought not to have talked so much. She's probably simply been struggling with all that's been going on. You do realize that her heart is in the right place? She's simply hurting herself and acting out. When I see the tears in Arielle's eyes as she looks up at me, my heart fucking breaks. Arielle doesn't cry much. I can count on one hand how many times I've seen her cry. It's Loretta, not Arielle, who gets emotional about the tiniest things. Her cheek drops a tear, and my heart twitches in agony. She adds, shaking her voice, "Forget it." She is, in fact, correct.You will always love her, isn't that right? She will be on your mind even if we share a bed. You'll genuinely want her, even though I may be the lady you're holding. I'll never be anything more than her substitute. I approach her and seize her shoulders as a wave of desperation sweeps through me. I've never had such a strong desire to ease someone else's suffering. "You know that's not true, Arielle. You do not stand in for anyone. Even before we were married, you were everything to me. One of my best buddies has always been you. She glances up abruptly, rage mingling with agony. "Ariel, did you consider me a friend when you just messed with my face?"Arsehole, Arielle. That's not what I meant, you know. She shoves me and turns to leave, stopping by the door. "You mentioned that you feel stuck in this marriage, but what about my feelings? I was made to marry someone I will never be able to succeed with, someone who will always make my sister think of me when they glance at me. Have you ever considered the possible desires I may have had for a marriage? Ariel, I want happiness too. It's evident to me now that no matter what I do, you will never give it to me. I will never be like her. You'll always choose to injure me over the both of us if given the option. You won't prioritize me at all. Another tear runs down her gorgeous face as she grinds her teeth and walks out, the door softly closing behind her. Despite what she may believe, Arielle has always been a silent storm—powerful but unexpected—and I never stood a chance against her.