Jane Point of view.

The questioning look from my husband hovered over me, and my heart seemed to stop beating for a few moments out of fear of what he might have heard. My eyes welled up because Jayden said he didn't want me anymore. Why did that affect me so much? I knew he dominated my body and made me do crazy things, but I always viewed our affair as purely sexual, so why did his rejection bother me so much? Why did I feel so jealous of every woman who approached him last night? Why did I lose control and drink to the point of not remembering anything? I turned my gaze to Jayden, who seemed disappointed but also seemed to smile at seeing me so stunned.

"So?" Daon asked, demanding an answer I didn't know how to give. Even though I opened my mouth several times, no response came out.

"I was saying I didn't want any more coffee," Jayden lied without taking his eyes off me for a second, making it clear that I was his prey but also making me breathe a sigh of relief, as at least I wouldn't have to lie, my conscience was already heavy enough.

"Well, if you don't want any, I do! I woke up with a terrible hangover!" Daon commented, approaching me and leaving a kiss on my lips, while Jayden stepped back, circled the counter, and put his hands in his pockets while staring at the floor.

"I think I'll be going now," Jayden said, seeming lost, and I could feel the melancholy tone in his voice.

"No!" The words left my mouth, and he looked surprised, but I was more surprised than him. I couldn't say what I was feeling, but I didn't want things to end like this.

"I'm making pancakes. Stay and have some," I suggested, asking him to stay as awkwardly as possible, even though part of me swore I wanted him gone.

"No, thanks! I've had enough, I'm done! I'm sick of it, it's lost its charm!" Jayden mocked in a cold tone I didn't recognize.

He gave me a look of disdain, and my stomach turned. He was discarding me like a toy he had played with until he got tired of it. The landline phone started ringing, but it wasn't enough to pull me out of the trance I was in.

"Who could it be at this hour?" Daon grumbled and went to the living room to answer the phone.

Jayden followed him with his eyes, then turned back to look at me, leaving me completely confused.

"Hello! Hi, Mom! How are you?" Daon said and went upstairs while talking on the phone, and I knew he didn't want me to hear their conversation. My mother-in-law hated me, and I was starting to believe she was right. I lowered my gaze and noticed a tear rolling down my face. I wiped it away, and Jayden seemed to have noticed because he started towards me but changed his mind halfway. He had discarded me like an old piece of clothing, so there was no reason for him to comfort me. He left the kitchen, and I turned my back to the kitchen door, allowing the tears I had held back until now to flow freely.

I wasn't sure if I was crying because Daon's mother was right about me being unworthy of her son or because Jayden said he was tired of me. I expected this. I knew how he was from the beginning. I always knew he didn't stay with any woman more than once, but he told me so many things and seemed so sincere that part of me really believed he was starting to like me. How silly, Jane!

I used to proudly say I would never get attached to him. I was used to men like him and knew I loved Daon, so why did his words hurt me so much? Why did I feel like a knife was being plunged into my chest when he said he didn't want me anymore? I was pulled from my thoughts by a gentle touch embracing me from behind. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Daon. There was no way to confuse the two. If it were Jayden, I would recognize his hands demanding me roughly, pushing me against the sink, and taking me without caring about anything around. But Daon caressed me gently, in a way that made me feel all the affection he had for me.

"Love?" Daon called me, and I responded with a light groan. But noticing my reaction, I smiled at him because he didn't deserve to suffer the consequences of everything I felt today. "Are you feeling better? From yesterday?" Daon asked, and hearing his sweet voice fill the room, I closed my eyes while snuggling into his embrace.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked, because although I remembered some flashes of what had happened, I didn't remember everything.

"You drank too much, and with Jayden's help, I had to take you home," Daon explained, and I sighed, covering my face, which seemed to burn with embarrassment.

"How embarrassing!" I muttered, regretting more things than I could admit to my husband.

"But it was kind of cute, except for the part where you messed up your dress," he commented in a playful tone I loved, trying to make me forget, but I was too lost to focus on what really mattered, distracted by my desire.

"Did Jayden see that?" I asked, worried, and Daon laughed.

"See? He carried you in his arms even though you were all dirty. I think you even messed up his clothes," Daon commented, making me turn my face in embarrassment. He turned me to him, covering my face with kisses.

"Hey, you don't need to be ashamed! I've seen you do worse things while sober," Daon said, and I looked at him, surprised.

"Like what?" I asked, curious.

"Like eating okra. Seriously, what is that stuff, and why does it get all slimy?" Daon teased, and I made a face.

"You drool in your sleep, and I don't complain!" I joked, and he started to laugh, becoming shy.

"I drool, you grind your teeth, every crazy person has their quirks," Daon commented, giving in, and I grumbled.

"It's called bruxism, it's a condition!" I protested, and he approached, laughing.

"It's not a condition, but you are contagious!" Daon stated.

I pouted, pretending to be hurt. He hugged me, kissed my lips softly, and gave me a loving look with his bright eyes.

"Because you made me sick with love for you since the first day I saw you!" Daon declared, and I ended up smiling.

I loved our dynamic, the fact that he was so fun and romantic at the same time. He made me feel light, as if the surrounding problems didn't exist. He deepened his kiss and let his hands wander over my body. All the tears I shed before he entered the kitchen seemed meaningless when we were together. I surrendered to that kiss, allowing myself to enjoy the tranquility I felt when tasting his sweet lips. We heard a fake cough near the kitchen door, and we broke our kiss. Daon smiled shyly while I observed Jayden, already dressed in last night's clothes. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and swollen, and he stared at the floor while keeping his hands in his jeans pockets.

"I'm leaving," Jayden said, defeated like a player who got injured and had to leave the field in a soccer match.

"Hey, wait for me, and we'll go to the company together!" Daon suggested, hurrying to fix his hair.

"No! I'll stop by home first!" Jayden stated without looking at Daon, making it clear he wanted to distance himself from his friend at that moment.

"Okay, see you later at the company then," Daon said, and Jayden just nodded, unable to say a word, and headed for the exit while staring at the floor. He seemed sad, and I felt like hugging him. We heard the door slam, and Daon looked at me visibly worried.

"Something happened to him!" my husband stated, making my body shiver. I sighed, avoiding his gaze and pouring some coffee into his cup.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, pretending not to care, even though it was a lie.

"He looked like he had been crying. I've seen that face a few times in my life, so I'm sure he cried, but I don't know why," Daon stated, sighing and drinking the coffee I served.

My heart tightened, and I felt like running out the door to find him. I wanted to know what had happened and console him, but he had made it clear he didn't want me anymore, so that wasn't an option.

"What do you think it is?" I asked, even though I knew I shouldn't show so much interest.

"I think it has to do with that married woman. He seems to really like her," Daon said, and my body went cold.

He went to the counter, grabbed a pancake, and sat on one of the stools, eating it.

"But didn't you say he doesn't get attached and doesn't stay with anyone for long?" I asked, reminding him of who his friend was, but in reality, I was just trying to remind myself.

"Yes," Daon admitted, shrugging.

"Then he'll get over it quickly," I commented, feeling the weight those words had on me.

"No, not this time. He never said he was in love with someone, and I've never seen him cry over a woman. This one must be really special," Daon stated with such certainty in his voice that my heart raced, but I shook my head.

"Well, sooner or later, he has to give up on her," I stated with a sigh, knowing that Jayden wasn't the only one who felt like they had lost something today.

"You say that because you don't know Jayden. He's the most stubborn person in the world. He insisted on music even when everything seemed to go wrong, insisted on Korea even after being practically expelled from here in the past. When Jayden gets fixated on something, he goes all the way. Everything he falls in love with, he takes very seriously, gives his all. I just hope he doesn't get hurt," Daon commented, making me even sadder.

"Yeah, me too," I said sadly, but the truth was, I knew someone would get hurt in this story, no matter how it ended.

Someone was going to get hurt. We finished our breakfast, and Daon went to the bathroom to take a shower while I was making the bed. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel, and I could smell his scent filling the room. He came to me, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck.

"You look so beautiful, bending over to make the bed," Daon teased, and I smiled.

His hands wandered over my body, causing goosebumps. He turned me to face him and kissed me passionately. His skin was cool from the cold shower, creating a deliciously refreshing sensation on my skin.

"Really?" I asked in a teasing tone, a mischievous smile on my lips.

"Yes, it makes me want to throw you on the bed and mess it up all over again," Daon said, and I pretended to think about it.

"Sounds like a good plan to me!" I commented, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him close. I needed to feel him so much. Earlier, Jayden had stopped at the moment I needed him to continue the most, and now my body seemed to beg for some relief.

Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around the bed, messing up the sheets. But would that be enough when my body seemed to crave another's touch? For some reason, Jayden's words were engraved in my mind, and I couldn't even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around on that bed, messing up the sheets, but would that be enough when my body seemed to crave the touch of another? For some reason, Jayden's words are etched in my mind, and I am unable to even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. He had infiltrated my body and mind, but I refuse to let him into my heart, even though part of me wonders if this is really the end for us.