Adultery 100 Days with My Wife: One Women, Two Desires, One Eternal Love [Completed]

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 131: The Last Night

The night after dinner, the routine followed as it had for the past few weeks.
Anandhi was in the kitchen, cleaning up the last of the dishes, when Suriya walked in quietly. Their eyes met. The air between them felt heavy with everything that had been said and left unsaid.

Anandhi wiped her hands on a towel and spoke softly, “Thanks for understanding… I will come. Let’s have a talk.”
Suriya nodded once. He turned and went to his room.

A little later, Anandhi slipped quietly into Suriya’s room, closing the door behind her with care.
Suriya was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her and said sincerely, “Thank you… for giving me my share of Aara. For letting me be part of her life, even quietly.”

Anandhi smiled, a small, sad smile. “And thank you… for understanding. For choosing not to break this family.”
They sat together on the bed and talked.

First about the children — Rohan’s latest drawing, Riya’s college stories, Aara’s growing words and laughter. The conversation felt warm, almost normal.
Then it slowly shifted.

They spoke about how they had found their way back to each other after so much pain. About the guilt, the anger, the forgiveness. About how they had to depart tomorrow, yet a part of them would always remain connected.
The words faded.

Their eyes held longer.
Slowly, they leaned in and kissed — soft at first, then deeper, filled with years of love, guilt, and longing.
What started as a goodbye kiss quickly turned into something more.

An hour later, Rahul woke up in their bedroom. The space beside him was empty. He stared at the ceiling, knowing exactly where Anandhi was. His jaw tightened. He bit his teeth hard, turned to his side, and forced himself to sleep, swallowing the pain.
Upstairs in Suriya’s room, the atmosphere had completely changed.

They were deep in sex.

Suriya was behind Anandhi, penetrating her with slow, powerful strokes. Every deep thrust made her moan loudly, her hands gripping the sheets. He pulled her head back gently by her hair and kissed her violently — hungry, desperate, full of everything they couldn’t say.

Anandhi didn’t return to Rahul that night.
She stayed with Suriya.

They lost count of how many times they made love — slow and emotional one moment, raw and intense the next. It was their farewell, their way of saying goodbye while still holding on.

The next morning, Rahul left for the shop early, unable to face the house.
Suriya sent him a short text: “I’m on board for the flight.”
Anandhi drove him to the airport.

They didn’t speak much during the ride. At the departure gate, they shared one last long look. Suriya kissed her forehead gently.
“Take care of them,” he whispered.
Anandhi nodded, tears in her eyes. “You too.”
She watched him walk away until he disappeared into the crowd.
Months passed.

Anandhi’s heart slowly became lighter. The heavy guilt that had weighed on her for so long began to fade. She focused on the children, on Rahul, on rebuilding the normalcy they had almost lost.
Rahul too started healing. The shop was going amazingly well — busy, profitable, and full of life. He threw himself into work and family, and gradually the pain in his chest became bearable.
Their normalcy returned.

The family laughed together again. The children grew. Life moved forward.
But late at night, when the house was quiet, Anandhi would sometimes touch her lips or look toward the guest room, remembering the man who had once turned their world upside down… and the love that still quietly lived in a corner of her heart.
Suriya had left.

But some bonds, once formed, never truly break.

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