The most important thing for me is your well-being, only your

Jordan was lying next to me, stroking my hair, listening to me talk about Bella and the fact that John was her father too. When I called Claire and confided in her, I asked her about it and my mother said that she knew Bella's family, but didn't know about John's paternity of the girl. My mother was surprised and didn't know what to tell me, because until then she had still believed that John was faithful to her in marriage, despite his regrets. But here was proof of how low he was and how much he didn't care about others: Bella's father was one of his partners, and he didn't even care, he simply had an affair with his wife and got her pregnant. My friend's father didn't want revenge, he preferred to cut all ties with my father and all ties with Belle's mother, as well as his daughter. But when they meet, they both reconnect and meet Bella. Only Ralph is her father and no one else. The only person with a blood tie she wants around is me and my little Drew, whom she was willing to help find.

I can feel the comforting warmth of your body next to mine, and I'm grateful for this moment of intimacy that we share. I snuggle closer into your arms and sigh deeply. My boyfriend places a kiss on my head and looks into my eyes.

"Have you ever felt so strange? Not knowing what to do after discoveries involving people close to you?" I asked, finding the courage to open up to him about all the turmoil that'd been going on.

"And how, and you know that, my love? You know how strange it was to learn about my mother's murder, about your mother being my adoptive sister." I moved slightly, adjusting to look him in the eye.

"Yes, I know about all that. But you know when things become different when it's just you? I'm not complaining, because I loved the fact that Bella was my sister, you know? I hate him. Jordan. I hate my father with all my might, and he was the man I loved the most." I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express what I was feeling. I blurt it out to my boyfriend and I felt my face. He sighs again, and my body shakes a little. I feel exhausted and tired with so much going on. I don't know how long I can stand, how long I can endure all this. His hand slid gently down my back, conveying his silent support. I sank my face into his neck and my tears flowed down.

"We'll get through all this, Julie, we'll turn things around. I can't see you like this," he says to me and pulls my face towards his lips "The problem is, you're letting your father get to you, it's hard, and I know it, because he gets to me too, and he drives me crazy. But from all of us here, you need to be strong and trust that we'll be with you and everything will work out, that we'll put an end to him." Jordan tells me, but every time I remember everything I've been through I inevitably find myself reliving all the pain my father caused. John, my father, is... complicated, he's a monster of the worst kind.

"All I want most is my son back. If I'm still going through all this, it's for him. And if I didn't have you here with me, I don't know what I'd do." I said, and he placed a lingering kiss on my lips. Jordan was my home, my friend and confidant. Understanding shone in his eyes, and that warmed me all over.

I look at him tenderly, and I can see the love and support in his gaze. A wave of gratitude and love floods over me as he hugs me tightly. At this moment, in his arms, I know that I have an ally in this battle against all the forces that try to stop us.

"Julie, I'm here for you, whatever happens. The most important thing for me is your well-being, only yours," and I took him in my arms, kissing him all over.

I got up from bed and settled into his lap, still enjoying his sweet lips. Jordan squeezes my waist and his hands run all over my body, leaving a warm trail wherever they go. His lips find my neck, making me shiver and sigh with pleasure. With one swift movement, he lays me on the bed, on top of me, and consumes me, takes me as he has done so many times before. Being with Jordan, in his arms, being his wife, was everything I needed in the darkest moments, in the most intense and heated moments. I close my eyes as he fills me completely, leaving me completely enraptured. Every touch, every movement, is an explosion of sensations that takes me to a place where there is only the two of us, only the two of us, with no room for worry or doubt, just the burning heat of the passion that consumes us.

I tangle my hands in his hair while he kisses me fervently, each kiss a promise of love and desire. And when our bodies come together in a frenetic rhythm, it's as if we're dancing an ancient dance, a dance that only the two of us know. Our moans mingle in the air, echoing through the room as we give ourselves to each other body and soul, with no room for the world outside, no John, no worries, no fears, just our own little universe where we are free to lose ourselves in each other, as we always did in our little intimate moments. Jordan was my salvation, my love and my everything. I gasped when I finally reached the climax, followed by him, and it was as if the whole universe collapsed around us, leaving us floating in a sea of pure bliss and ecstasy. And there, in each other's arms, we find the perfect refuge where we can lose ourselves and find each other again and again.