51. Wife's POV

NOTE: This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.





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“Hm…”

“Hmm?”

My eyes opened hazily to a voice ringing in my ear, and I saw a shadow looming right in front of me.

“GET UP,” the voice, sharp and loud.

I blinked slowly. “Hmm? What?”

“Your husband… he was found unconscious in the toilet.”

It took me a moment to process her words. My husband? What?

“Yes,” she repeated firmly. “He was found unconscious.”

“Uncons…? What does th—what?” Panic surged through me, crashing my chest. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You heard me,” Lina replied. “He was found unconscious. They’ve taken him to a doctor.”

“How…” I stammered, scrambling to my feet. “Wh-where did they go?”

“I will message you the location,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Don’t worry. He’s okay. Take your time and get dressed properly before heading there.”

I glanced down at myself, suddenly self-conscious. “Ah… you’re right. Thank you, Lina.”

I hurried home, changing my dress as fast as I could, heart thudding in my chest, praying he was okay. Once dressed, I quickly dashed toward the location, fear and worry gnawing at me with every step.

As I rushed down the street, my mind raced faster than my feet. Please… please let him be okay. Please… The image of him lying unconscious kept flashing in my mind, making my chest ache and my stomach twist with anxiety.

It can’t be that serious. He has to be fine… right? I tried to tell myself that, but doubt scratched at every thought. Every step felt heavier, my pulse pounding not just from running but from fear.

I imagined him, pale and still, and my heart tightened so sharply it was like a knife piercing inside me. No… it has to be okay. Just a scare… just a fainting spell or something. Nothing serious.

The world blurred around me as I ran, every street, every passerby fading into the background. All that mattered was him—he had to be fine. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and still the worry pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.

I came across a small clinic, sweat of worries dripping down my chin, every step heavier than the last. Panic clawed at me with every heartbeat. Just as I started walking towards the door, a familiar voice made me freeze.

“Hey.”

I turned slowly. Ray. In a white coat. My mind scrambled. I didn’t have time for chit-chat. “I… I’m in a hurry,” I stammered, trying to keep moving, hoping he wouldn’t stop me.

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “He’s alright.”

My brow furrowed. “By… he? Do you mean—?”

“Of course,” he cut in, with a faint smile. “I’m talking about your husband. Anyways, go ahead, just make sure you don’t wake him up.”

I sighed of relief, and whispered a quick, “Thank you,” stepping toward the clinic. My mind already racing through what I would find inside.

“REFLECTIONS DON'T LIE.”

My foot froze midstep, the words ringing loud and clear in my ears. Unsure what exactly he meant by that, I turned to him.

He stood there with a happy smile on his face, maybe too happy? I stared at him with a puzzled expression, waiting for him to finish, to add something that might explain those strange words or give them context.

Reflections? They don’t lie? What did he even mean? It made no sense.

But instead of clarifying, he only looked back at me with a blank, dumb smile, as though nothing unusual had happened. As if he hadn’t just spoken something so out of place, so detached from our conversation and the situation at hand. The sight only sharpened my confusion further.

Perhaps... Did I mishear? No. It was clear as crystal. Maybe... it wasn't directed towards me?

His expression shifted, a hint of confusion clearly visible in his face. “Hmm, is there a problem?”

I answered quickly, almost tripping over the words. “Did you… didn’t you say something?

Ray tilted his head slightly. “Hmm? What do you mean?”

“I thought… I heard you say something just now,” I pressed, though my words faltered at the end.

He blinked once, then shook his head lightly. “No, I didn’t say anything. He said, “You’re probably just imagining it. Happens when you’re under a lot of stress. Your mind plays tricks.”

His calm tone made my doubt deepen. Did I actually mishear? My lips opened, but I had no answer. “Y-Yeah… perhaps you’re right,” I murmured, even though I wasn’t convinced at all.

As I turned back toward the clinic door, my thoughts spun faster. I could have sworn I heard it. Clear as day.

But I forced the unease aside temporarily. This wasn’t the time to focus on strange words or misheard lines . I had something far more important matter waiting for me inside.

The door creaked open, and the sight before me made my heart sink. There he was... my husband... lying quietly on the bed, his head wrapped in a neat roll of white bandage. His breathing calm and steady, but the stillness of his face was what tore through me.

I dropped to a small chair beside him, holding his hand softly, unwilling to let go. I felt the soft, steady pulse of his hand and it was enough to ease the heaviness weighing on my mind, my heart... everything.

Thank God.

The tension finally wooshed away, not entirely, though it gave me a room to breathe more easily. My head dropped onto the bed as I repeatedly thanked the gods inside my head.

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zzz zzz...

*Chatter… *Chatter…

*Chatter... *Chatter...

I stirred, groggy, blinking against the soft light.

Shit.

I dozed off, I muttered to myself, wiping the drool off my chin, panic flickering as I realized where I was.

Voices buzzed faintly—my husband and Ray, talking.

“You’re awake… I called out, unable to hold my voice from trembling. “you’re awake… thank God,” tears spilling unbidden. I flung my arms around him, holding him tightly.

“I don’t think you should hug him that tight,” Ray’s calm voice interjected from the side, making me pause. I released him immediately, pulling back, hastily wiping the tears from my cheeks.

He looked at me, still dazed. “So… I was found unconscious?”

I nodded, a pang of guilt hitting inside me. All the memories of the night came rushing back as I looked at his face. The way I had led him to the toilet, naked, and then gone on to get drilled by that cock… I couldn’t meet his eyes. I dropped my gaze, guilty and embarassed, and weakly muttered. “Yeah… yeah.”

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I added, “I… I got so scared when Lina suddenly woke me up, saying you were unconscious in the bathroom. I-I was so scared.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, silently praying he wouldn’t remember a thing.

Ray’s calm voice broke the tension, just to add even more tension. “So… you really can’t remember anything at all?”

My eyes widened instantly, panic clawing up my chest, my hands clenching in my lap, my stomach feeling weird.

He replied slowly, uncertainty in his tone, “…I don’t know. All I can remember is… we played some games, then dinner, and… Lina’s husband brought out some bottles, and we started drinking.”

My heart thudded loudly in my chest, sweat trickling down my forehead.

“Ugh… I don’t know… I can’t remember anything past that,” he added, letting out a deep sigh. Relief flooded me like warm water, and I almost sagged into the chair.

After a quick private conversation between them, it was time to leave. I was glad that the injury hadn’t been serious. Yet, despite the outward calm, a strange tightness coiled in my stomach. Reflections don’t lie? The words Ray had said earlier kept echoing in my mind, leaving a thread of unease that I couldn’t look past.

Back home, I helped him onto the sofa, settling him carefully as I retrieved a glass of water and the two tablets Ray had instructed me to give him. I watched him sip and swallow, his eyelids already heavy, and within moments he had drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I stayed seated beside him, my hand placed on the armrest. My thoughts kept returning to those words, repeating softly in the back of my mind: Reflections don’t lie.

I told myself not to dwell on it, not to care whether he had said it intentionally or not. But the words felt strangely familiar, something I had already experienced. Reflections…

My mind drifted to that night at Ray’s house—the room with the huge mirror, Refl—

*Knock *Knock