MY HUSBAND’S DIRTY DESIRE – EPISODE 1

Whenever I got pregnant, my husband would refuse to sleep with me. Instead, he would pleasure himself with soap and his hands.

At first, I thought it was normal—maybe he was just scared of hurting the baby if he slept with me. But four months into my pregnancy, things started to change.

Whenever my husband was using the soap, he would ask me to sit opposite him. If I refused, his eyes would flash with a violent glare, forcing me to obey. I had no choice but to sit and watch him. But that wasn’t all.

Each time I watched, the moment he reached his climax, a sharp pain would tear through my stomach—like something stabbing me from the inside.

I would cry out in agony, but my husband wouldn’t even glance at me, let alone check on me. Instead, a smile would creep across his face at the sound of my cries, as though he was enjoying my pain.

I never understood why he did this to me. I remembered how, before I got pregnant, he would always take that strange white substance and sprinkle it across my stomach whenever he was about to make love to me.

Back then, I didn’t question it. I thought it was some odd habit or superstition. But now, with everything happening, the pieces no longer added up.

Something felt wrong—terribly wrong. And yet, I was too scared to speak, too scared to even breathe the question lingering on my lips.

One day, while I was drinking water, he came to me and told me to follow him to the bathroom.

I already knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t ready, especially with the pain growing worse every time he did it.

“Babe, come on, let’s go inside,” he coaxed.

“I can’t,” I whispered through tears, holding my stomach. “It hurts, Richard. I’m in pain.”

I expected him to drag me there, as usual. But instead, he walked toward me calmly, slowly, almost tenderly.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissed my lips softly, then knelt and kissed my swollen belly. The words he spoke next made my heart ache even more.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “It’s the last day. I’ll take you away, I promise.”

He said it so calmly, as though his words were a prophecy about to come true.

I followed him—this time, something felt different. From the very first moment, it felt like knives were tearing into my stomach. Then I felt a warm fluid trickling down my legs. My body grew weaker with every second.

Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I saw something—something red—behind him as he stood up and began walking toward me.

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MY HUSBAND’S DIRTY DESIRE – EPISODE 1

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