Emilia sat at her office desk in silence. What had she just witnessed? Her husband and his best friend had broken into Lily's house and proceeded to....use her for sex? She couldn't make sense of it. None of it made sense. Zach had appeared to very literally melt into Lily, like some sort of weird human-shaped puddle. Emilia couldn't wrap her head around it. She'd never seen anything like this before. But Zach's face on Lily's body made it very clear who was driving. Emilia knew there was no way Lily was in control or maybe even aware? What a terrible thought. She didn't know how to handle this. She didn't know what to do. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, her palms sweating. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She needed to be logical, to think this through. She didn't understand what she had witnessed, but she knew one thing for certain – she needed to get Lily out of this situation.
Emilia glanced at the time on her computer screen. It was almost morning. She had been staring at her computer screen the entire night. Lily's sleeping form in center frame. Zach had done very little to make Lily comfortable before leaving. She lay there, her body limp and sprawled across her bed, clearly in an awkward position. Emilia's brows furrowed with concern as she watched her sister twitch slightly.
Her body on her stomach, mouth slightly open, hair in disarray. She lay there like a discarded doll, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively woman Emilia knew. Legs spread apart enough for Emilia to see the remnants of sex leaking out. Her ass was still slightly red, no doubt from the spanking Ethan had subjected her to.
Ethan....Emilia hadn't even thought much about the other end of this terrible twisted situation. She'd been so caught up in worrying about the well being of her sister that she didn't even consider Ethan. Her husband. The betrayal stung like a thousand bees.
How could Ethan do this to her? To Lily? To their family? She didn't understand how he could look at her and still want to do this. To fuck another woman, to hurt another woman. Had there been others? The thought of all those wasted years was not going to go away anytime soon. How could she be so stupid not to see the signs. Or maybe she did and had just been in denial, refusing to accept what was so clear. Ethan had fallen out of love with her long ago. Emilia had done everything she could to try and salvage the relationship. Now she wondered why she had even bothered. Probably more for herself than for the relationship. Not wanting to accept that she'd made such a fool of herself. Lily had been right all along. Emilia knew Lily had always been better at judging character than her. Emilia felt the familiar tears of anger and hurt welling up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. Now was not the time to break down. Emilia needed Lily more than ever. The very woman her husband had been cheating on her with, the woman he had been abusing, was the one person who could help her make sense of all this. She needed to talk to her, to understand what was happening. There was no way she was going to let Lily stay in this situation.
She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Lily's number. Emilia watched her computer screen as Lily's phone lit up on the bedside table. She could see the screen displaying an incoming call from her. She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, as the phone continued to flash. After what felt like an eternity, Lily finally stirred, her body shifting slightly on the bed. She reached out, her hand groping for the phone, but completely missing it. Clumsily swiping to shut off the damn phone, but instead sent the phone crashing to the floor. Her hand flopped back onto the bed, her body rolling slightly as if saying 'good enough, I'll deal with it later.'
Emilia rolled her eyes at her sleeping sister. Now was not the time for her trademark morning laziness. So she jumped up from her desk. Closed her laptop and headed out of her home office, grabbing her purse and keys on the way out.
