"Dylan, have you fallen in love with her? Is that why you don't want to divorce her?" Her voice sounded a little anxious, as if they were having an affair.
Then there came the rustling sound of someone taking their clothes off. "Don't mess around, Camilla. She is my wife, and we're married." Dylan said, he sounded like he was trying to hold himself back.
"So what if you're married? You don't love her. Dylan, didn't you say that you love me a lot? I've fully recovered. Let's make another baby, shall we?"
"Camilla."
Then sounds of them having s*x came. I closed my eyes, trying to block those voices out.
But the more I didn't want to hear their voices, the louder and more torturous they became.
The louder Camilla moaned, the more I trembled. I even began to retch out of disgust.
I had
