Stiles stumbled into her penthouse that evening, the city lights of the city glittering mockingly through the windows like judgmental eyes. Her body was a wreck—sore from Jordan’s thick cock pounding her in every position, cum still leaking from her pink fat pussy, mixing with the remnants of her office shame. She kicked off her heels, collapsing onto the couch, her mind swirling with guilt. Noah was in the kitchen, humming as he prepared dinner, oblivious to her double life. “How could I do this?” she whispered to herself, tears pricking her eyes. Cheating on her adoring husband—not just with Derek, but now the janitor? And that train gangbang… god, she was a monster. A filthy, addicted slut who’d let strangers and underlings use her like a toy. “I have to end this… all of it. For Noah.”