Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Phoebe lay prone weakly on the bed, sweat streaming down her body. A man pinned her down, his hand still fondling Phoebe’s breasts. He leaned in, his mouth whispering softly. “Isn’t mine more pleasurable than those other men?” The man’s voice was still uneven with breath.

“Hmm,” Phoebe tiredly responded.

“Your body feels so delicious too, Darling,” he whispered again into Phoebe’s ear while his hand continued to move upward, squeezing her breasts. “I never feel satisfied touching you.”

“Deryl, your body is heavy. You make me feel suffocated,” Phoebe complained again.

The man chuckled, moving his body down beside Phoebe and pulling her back into his embrace. Their heads were close to the foot of the bed, while their legs were at the headboard.

“Why did it take you so long to contact me again?” The man asked, his hands still moving to touch every part of Phoebe’s body. Caressing and squeezing.

“I can’t contact you often. I’m someone else’s wife now, in case you forgot.”

“But you’re also my wife, if you forgot,” he grumbled. “And I don’t like that fact, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I even left Nora for you, but why can’t we still be together? Why did you have to marry that man?”

Phoebe turned around, looking at the sulking man and gently touching his chin. “You know very well why I married him,” she said sadly.

“Yes, I know. But how long will you two be together? I can’t even be with you and our child. How much longer do I have to wait for you?”

“I just need him to touch me once. Then you’ll make me pregnant again, just like you did before. And after that, I’ll drain all his wealth and leave him,” Phoebe replied confidently.

“I’m not sure. He’s clearly not as foolish as your ex-husband.” Deryl guessed. “And that man,” Deryl paused, his eyebrows furrowing. “He doesn’t seem like he’ll touch you at all. He’s even gone now, who knows where. Just leave him, Darling. Come with me. We’ll live happily together. Leave your mother, your father will take care of her. I just want to live happily with you and our child as a complete family.”

Phoebe again caressed Deryl’s face, kissing him teasingly. “I know. I promise this is the last time, and after that, we’ll be together. Me, you, and our child,” Phoebe said confidently. She caressed Deryl’s body, slowly moving downward until she felt the lower part of his body stiffen. “Now, let’s just enjoy tonight.” Phoebe climbed back on top of Deryl, taking his manhood into hers, and they both moaned in pleasure once again.

Phoebe’s POV

I gaze out at the scene beyond the hotel room where I’m staying. It feels suffocating. My chest is tight with everything I’ve been through. Everyone condemns me, both with their words and their stares. They judge me without knowing the truth of what happened to me.

No one ever asked me why I did all of this. Why I became the third person in Gladwin and Flavia’s marriage. Why I left my first husband after he and his family went bankrupt.

Everyone says I’m just a gold digger. I won’t deny it because the fact is, that’s what I’ve become. But not a single person asked why I turned out this way. Even though I’ve always had a comfortable life.

Yes. In everyone’s eyes, I’m the daughter of a wealthy man, from a prestigious family. My father, he owns a large showroom and a renowned automotive workshop in this city. At first glance, people would think our monthly income reaches seven digits, maybe even more. But the reality?This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It’s just a two-story building filled with debt. None of the cars in the showroom belong to us. And all the items in the automotive workshop are on consignment.

Yes, my life has been comfortable. But there’s a price I had to pay to have it all. And they think it’s all easy, when in reality it’s not. I suffer. Physically, I’m fine. But deep inside, I’m not the same Phoebe I used to be.

Back then, during the early days of my college years, Gladwin liked me. Yes, he was one of those who paid attention to me. But everything changed shortly after.

Everyone began to understand what my mother’s character was like. She was a materialistic woman who only allowed her child to associate with wealthy individuals with deep pockets. If someone approaching me was poor, then my mother would consider them merely stumbling blocks.

The first time Gladwin and his friend Freddie met my mother was when we were working on a college project together. At that time, my mother regarded Gladwin and Freddie as just poor young men, so she looked at them with disdain and even refused to smile in response to their greetings.

And now, my mother is asking me to pursue Gladwin after finding out that he’s not just an ordinary person but one of the heirs to a renowned cement factory in Kansas. Not to mention that Gladwin has now become a specialist doctor and also has a very successful business. Of course, that only makes my mother more interested.

For her, it doesn’t matter if I become a second wife as long as I can get what she needs. Not just her, but also my father. Yes, what else do they need besides money.

And you don’t need to be cynical towards my mother like you are towards me. Because my mother is not what you imagine. It wasn’t her who made me promiscuous like this. It wasn’t her intention to make me Gladwin’s second wife. And it wasn’t her who caused me to leave my first husband who was declared bankrupt. It wasn’t her. Because the real mastermind was my father.

Yes. It was my father who sold me for all that wealth. From the beginning.

And if you think my first husband was my first victim, you’re wrong. Since entering college, my father’s business has been declining. All because of his own fault. The income from the showroom and the workshop, which were not much, he used for gambling. Not card gambling or online gambling like most people. But gambling in Golf.

Wasn’t his choice of gambling so classy? But still, the losses he suffered drove him crazy.

He sold me for the first time to a man the same age as him. You can imagine how it feels. Heartbreaking. He pawned my virginity just to cover his gambling debts. At first, I didn’t want to, until I became numb. I did everything, staining my heart. I participated in selling myself for luxury in exchange for my deepening wounds.

Then I fell in love with Gladwin, but unexpectedly, it was Freddie who declared his love for me.

Freddie, a sweet man. He’s a good man, just like Gladwin. But I was too lowly to approach both of them and too ashamed to accept Freddie’s love, so I rejected him. Regardless of the man’s assumption that I was just a materialistic woman.

Then I truly fell in love with a man. A man I considered no better than myself, yet capable of giving me true love. A common man belittled by my father and mother. A man who only worked as my father’s subordinate, working as a mechanic in my father’s workshop.

I married him, without my father’s blessing. At that time, I was tired of being my father’s slave and being sold to his associates. I gave him an ultimatum, allowing him to sell me to anyone as long as he allowed me to marry Deryl. And after tough negotiations, my father finally married me off.

Then I became pregnant, and my father couldn’t accept it, so he sought another victim for me. And then came that man, a man so foolish to say that he loved me. A rich kid who only knew how to spend his parents’ money. A good man who knelt at my feet. That man even agreed to acknowledge the child in my womb as his own.