Natalie was, of course, next, and she showed no hesitation. Piece by piece, she slowly peeled off her teacher's uniform, each motion deliberate as she made her way toward the third bed where Ross waited, his eager gaze fixed on her.
There was no trace of shyness in her movements, no hesitation in her eyes—only the pure intent to indulge in the moment.
Jade sat frozen, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the scene unfold before her. She could barely believe her eyes.
There, in the bed she knew all too well, was Natalie, once her son's girlfriend, acting so wantonly in the arms of another man. It felt like a betrayal—not just of her son, but of the image of innocence she had once associated with Natalie. How could she be so bold? So unrestrained?
"Ohhhh…" Jade couldn't help but gasp aloud, her body reacting before her mind could fully process the situation. A sickening mix of disbelief and disgust rose in her chest.
