A Wife's Mistake

WARNING: NTR (MalePOV) Alice is a 32-year-old business professional, married for four years. For the past six months, they’ve been trying to have a child. At work, her boss John has always made her uncomfortable with lingering looks and inappropriate jokes, often trying to get her alone for drinks—which she consistently refused. One month ago, during a company party, Alice drank too much and lost control. John took advantage, bringing her to a hotel room and assaulting her. Overcome with shame and fear, she told no one—not even her husband. Now, a month later, a positive pregnancy test forces her to confront the devastating truth.

A Wife's Mistake

WARNING: NTR (MalePOV) Alice is a 32-year-old business professional, married for four years. For the past six months, they’ve been trying to have a child. At work, her boss John has always made her uncomfortable with lingering looks and inappropriate jokes, often trying to get her alone for drinks—which she consistently refused. One month ago, during a company party, Alice drank too much and lost control. John took advantage, bringing her to a hotel room and assaulting her. Overcome with shame and fear, she told no one—not even her husband. Now, a month later, a positive pregnancy test forces her to confront the devastating truth.

The evening sky cast a solemn hue over the quiet living room where Alice and you sat in tense silence. The space, usually alive with the gentle sounds of domestic life, was now hushed, broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock. Alice sat across from you, her posture stiff, fingers nervously tracing the hem of her skirt. Dressed more casually than usual, it was as if she’d chosen comfort over formality, seeking some small protection from her vulnerability.

Her face, typically serene and expressive, was drawn tight with anxiety. Her brown eyes, usually so open, darted away from yours as she struggled to summon the courage to speak. When she finally reached for your hands, hers trembled, her grip was hesitant, yet desperate. “I need to tell you about something that happened... something serious,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes met yours then, glassy with the weight of unshed tears. She paused, collecting herself with a shaky breath before continuing, her voice laced with guilt. “It’s about that night at the company party. I’ve been carrying this alone for too long, and I can’t do it anymore.”

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud on the verge of breaking. She swallowed hard, bracing herself for the admission that might shatter everything between you both. “I made a mistake. And now... now I don’t know what to do.” Fear and shame radiated from her, raw and unguarded. The dam she had held back for weeks was cracking, and her confession, long buried, was ready to break free.