Jack
I knew I was getting carried away. I knew I was scaring her, but fuck, didn’t I love that? Didn’t she love that? I wanted to embrace my monster, let him out to play. She still loved me despite him, and it had been too long. I knew I would feel guilty after, but it felt too good in the moment. She would try to stop me if it went too far, wouldn’t she? And I knew she wasn’t going to tell me about the pregnancy tests. This was my way of punishing her for trying to trick me, for keeping this colossal secret from me.
But then she brought me back.
She told me—she surprised me there. I already had time to process everything, and I wasn’t going to lie to her.
“I know, love.” I stopped stroking myself.
She shook her head to herself. “What? How do you know?”
I towered over her as she sat back on her ankles.
“I have a camera in our bathroom,” I answered, putting my cock away and sitting on the floor in front of her.
Hana looked deeply offended, but she didn’t seem surprised.
“Why aren’t you freaking out right now, Jack?” Her forehead wrinkled. She looked so beautiful.
I smiled at her. “Because I wanted to give you a child. And I’ve achieved that. We’re starting a family, Hana.”
She still looked confused. “But…are you angry? That…”
Now I was confused. “Why would I be angry, sweetheart?”
Tears started to fill her eyes. She looked terrified all over again.
“I…I don’t know,” she cried.
She was hiding something. I eyed her as I pulled out my phone. I wanted to see what she was up to while I was on the way home.
“Jack.” She put her hand on mine. “Jack, wait. What are you doing?”
“Tell me why I would be angry, Hana!” I shouted.
She flinched—her hand retreating from me—then covered her face with her hands. Why was she so scared? What was she hiding?
I went to the feed from the bathroom after I left the loft. She hid the tests, stared at herself in the mirror, and cried for a long time. I almost felt bad, until I saw grabbing her phone.
“Jack, please.” Hana stopped crying and got to her knees.
I had to know what she was hiding. I looked back down at my phone and then Hana bolted for the bedroom. The bathroom door slammed shut and locked.
“Hana!” I got up and followed her.
I was almost worried that she was calling someone or dialing 911, but then I saw her phone lying on the night stand beside the bed. I wanted to wait to react until I saw what she was hiding. “How early can I get a paternity test?” Hana’s whisper crackled from the video feed. My whole body vibrated with rage. She fucked Michael when they tried to hide in Jersey City? That was the only explanation. Now I really was going to fucking kill him.
“Hana! Did you fuck Michael?” I yelled at the door.
She was crying loudly.
“You weren’t even gone for twelve fucking hours and you fucked him! Were you confused, Hana?” I went on.
More crying.
“Get out here right now. I have a fucking key to this bathroom, Hana. Either I open it or you do. I’m betting I’ll be less angry if you open it.”
I didn’t hear anything. For a second, I imagined her slitting her wrists. With that thought, I quickly went to the safe in the closet and unlocked it then grabbed the key to the bathroom. When I turned around, she was standing at the door. I could see the terror behind her red, tear-soaked eyes. I was too angry to feel bad for her; she did this to herself.
“Sit on the bed,” I ordered, watching her carefully.
“I know it’s yours, Jack—”
“Sit the fuck down, Hana!” I shouted.
She didn’t hesitate to go to the bed and sit on the edge. I sighed as I stared down at the key in my hand. What the fuck was I going to do with her? What if this child wasn’t mine? She would definitely need an abortion then—there was no question to it. My face was burning with jealousy as I stared down at her.
“How many times did you fuck him in Jersey City? Or did you fuck him at Emily’s place too?” I spit out.
Hana shook her head. “Just once, Jack,” her hoarse voice answered.
“You married me then ran off with another man, and then you fucked him,” I explained, as if she didn’t know why I was so fucking angry. “I should go kill him now.”
“No, Jack! Please!” She was crying again.
“Why? Fancy fucking him again behind my back?” I walked up to her, my fists clenching.
She shook her head and tried to cover her face, but I slapped her hands away.
“You fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, Hana!”
She started sobbing as she put her hands to her mouth. I was fucking fuming. This was going to ruin everything.
“First thing tomorrow morning, we’re going to the doctor and we’re going to find out how far along you are. And then we’re doing this fucking paternity test. And if it’s not mine, you’re getting rid of it,” I declared, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
Hana just nodded.
“And I’ve got a brilliant idea, Hana,” I blurted out, my voice softening.
I was hoping we would be able to do this without Hana putting up a fight. Now was the golden opportunity. She thought I would hurt her, but what I really wanted was to hurt Michael. This would hurt him over and over again.
“We’re going to make a sex video. Then we’re going to send it to Michael.”