Chapter 119: Mistake
As the days turned into weeks, Andrew fell into a dangerous, exhausting routine.
After college and team work at the workshop, he would often head straight to Elena’s house. What started as "progress meetings" had become something far more intimate. Elena welcomed him with open arms.
At Elena’s luxurious villa, the afternoons and evenings blurred into a haze of affection and passion. Elena would greet him at the door with a deep kiss, pulling him inside like she had been waiting all day. They would talk about Luna for a short while, but the conversation always shifted.
She loved spoiling him, cooking his favorite meals, buying him expensive clothes, and taking him to her bedroom where she would ride him slowly, whispering how much she needed him, how he made her feel alive again.
Andrew would take her gently at first, then more passionately as she learned to enjoy it, her soft moans filling her bedroom as he fucked her on her bed, against her desk, or in the shower.
Then, every evening, he would return home to Scarlett.
The guilt was always strongest in those moments. The moment he stepped through the door, Scarlett would greet him with a warm smile and open arms. She never suspected anything.
She would cook for him, listen to him talk about his "long days at the workshop," and then pull him to the bedroom, where he would make love to her with desperate passion, as if trying to erase the memory of Elena with her touch.
Scarlett loved this new, hungry side of him. She would moan his name, cling to him tightly, and whisper how much she loved him as he fucked her hard, trying to drown his guilt in her body. Afterward, she would fall asleep peacefully in his arms, completely trusting and content.
Andrew held her close every night, kissing her forehead and whispering "I love you" like a prayer. But the guilt never fully left him.
He was living two completely different lives.
With Elena, he was dominant, desired, and almost worshipped. They gave him attention, luxury, and unrestrained pleasure.
With Scarlett, he was safe, loved, and grounded. She was his anchor, the woman who had accepted him when he was terrified of her.
He knew this couldn’t last.
The lies were piling up. The excuses were getting thinner. Scarlett was starting to notice how tired he looked, how late he came home, and how intensely he held her at night.
But Andrew kept going.
Every afternoon, he told himself "this is the last time" before going to Elena’s house.
Every night, he told himself "I’ll stop tomorrow" before losing himself in Scarlett’s arms.
The dangerous balance continued, a fragile web of secrets, pleasure, and guilt that was slowly tightening around him.
One evening, as he left Elena’s house with the taste of her still on his lips, Andrew stood outside the villa for a long moment, staring at the darkening sky.
He knew he had to make a choice soon.
But for now... he drove home to Scarlett, ready to bury his sins in her warmth once again.
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But as the weeks turned into months, the delicate balance Andrew had been struggling to maintain began to crack.
He continued the exhausting routine without fail. After college and workshop hours, he would go to Elena’s villa almost every other day.
There, he spent "quality time" with Elena, passionate, intense sessions that left all three of them exhausted and satisfied. Elena had become more possessive, often whispering how much she needed him, how he completed her life.
Then, every evening, Andrew would return home to Scarlett.
He would kiss her deeply the moment he walked through the door, trying to wash away the scent and memory of the other two women.
He made love to her with desperate passion, holding her tighter, fucking her harder, whispering "I love you" like a mantra.
Scarlett welcomed it all with open arms and a happy smile, assuming his increased libido was a sign of his success and love for her.
But Scarlett was no fool.
She started noticing things.
The faint, unfamiliar perfume on his collar. The way he sometimes smelled like another woman’s shampoo. The occasional lipstick mark he missed on his neck. The way he would flinch slightly when his phone buzzed at night. The exhaustion in his eyes that went beyond normal work stress.
She didn’t say anything at first. She simply watched him more carefully, her sharp eyes narrowing when he came home late again. The yandere part of her, the part that had claimed him long ago, began to stir with quiet suspicion.
One night, after another intense round where Andrew had fucked her like he was trying to erase his sins, Scarlett lay in his arms, gently stroking his chest.
"You’ve been coming home later and later," she said softly, her voice deceptively calm. "And you seem... different. Is everything okay with Luna?"
Andrew tensed slightly but forced a smile. "Yeah, just a lot of work. The new features are taking time."
Scarlett hummed, but her fingers paused on his skin for a moment. She didn’t push further. Not yet.
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Meanwhile, Elena’s life was changing in a way she hadn’t expected.
One morning, after feeling unusually nauseous for several days, she took a pregnancy test.
The result was positive.
She was pregnant.
Elena stared at the two pink lines for a long time, her hand resting on her still-flat stomach. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. She had suspected it for a week, the missed period, the fatigue, the way her body felt different. And now it was confirmed.
Andrew’s child.
She gently caressed her belly, her eyes glowing with dark, maternal love.
"My baby..." she whispered. "Our baby."
She immediately called Andrew.
"Andrew, I need to see you. It’s important. Come to the house tonight."
When Andrew arrived that evening, Elena greeted him at the door with an unusually soft, radiant expression. She pulled him inside, closed the door, and took his hand, placing it gently on her stomach.
"I’m pregnant," she said quietly, her voice filled with joy. "It’s yours."
Andrew froze. The words hit him like a hammer.
Pregnant.
Elena’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.
"I’m keeping it," she whispered. "I’ve always wanted another child... and now it’s with you. The man I love."
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him.
"You’re going to be a father, Andrew. Our family is growing."
Andrew stood there, stunned into silence, his hand still resting on her stomach. The weight of everything, Scarlett, Elena, and now a child, crashed down on him all at once.
The dangerous game had just become much, much more complicated.
The weight of his secrets finally became too heavy to carry.
It started with a quiet evening at home. Scarlett was cooking dinner, humming softly as she stirred the pot. The smell of her favorite pumpkin oatmeal filled the apartment, the same one she had made for him during that stormy night months ago.
Andrew sat at the table, watching her move with that familiar grace, and felt something inside him shatter.
*She still doesn’t know.*
The thought hit him harder than any guilt he had felt before. Scarlett had trusted him completely. She had taken him in when he was terrified of her.
She had loved him when he was just a scared boy. And in return, he had betrayed her, not once, but repeatedly, with Elena.
He couldn’t do it anymore.
That night, after they made love slow, tender, and full of the affection Scarlett always gave so freely, Andrew lay awake beside her. Scarlett slept peacefully in his arms, her head on his chest, one leg draped over his. Her breathing was steady and calm. She looked so content. So safe.
Andrew stared at the ceiling for hours.
The next morning, he made his decision.
He sent a message to Elena:
Andrew: We need to talk. In person. Today.
Elena replied almost instantly.
Elena: My house. 7 PM. Lucy will be out with friends.
When Andrew arrived at the villa that evening, Elena greeted him at the door wearing a simple but elegant silk robe. She smiled warmly and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them.
"I’ve missed you," she said softly, leaning in for a kiss.
Andrew stepped back gently.
"Elena... we need to stop this."
Elena’s smile faltered. She tilted her head, studying him with those sharp, intelligent eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Andrew took a deep breath. "I can’t keep doing this. I have Scarlett. I love her. What happened between us... with you and Lucy... it was a mistake. I’m sorry, but I need to end it. All of it."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Elena stared at him for a long moment. Then she let out a soft, almost sad laugh.
"A mistake?" she repeated. Her hand moved to her stomach, which had started to show the slightest curve. "This child inside me... is that a mistake too?"
Andrew’s face paled.
"I... I’ll support the child," he said quietly. "Financially. I’ll be there as a father. But I can’t be with you like this anymore. I can’t keep lying to Scarlett."
Elena’s expression changed. The gentle, loving woman he had known slowly disappeared. In her place was something colder. Darker.
"You think you can just walk away?" she whispered. Her voice was still soft, but there was steel beneath it. "After everything I’ve given you? The funding, the lab, the support... after I gave you my body, my heart, and now my child?"
She stepped closer, her hand gently cupping his cheek.
"I love you, Andrew. More than you know. And I won’t let you throw us away."
Andrew felt the walls closing in.
He tried to leave that night. He really did.
But Elena had already made arrangements. The security at the villa was tight. And when he tried to call Scarlett, his phone had mysteriously lost signal.
The days that followed were a blur.
Elena used every tool at her disposal, emotional manipulation, financial pressure, and the undeniable fact that she was carrying his child.
Finally he needs to accept Scarlett and Elena, but he didn’t let Elena meet with Scarlett, and hide his relationship.
