The Contracted Stripper

Mrs. Rose entered the master bedroom, its grandeur reflecting the wealth and status of the Kendrick family.

The room was enormous, with high ceilings and elegant crown moldings. Plush carpets cushioned her footsteps as she approached her husband, who was in the middle of changing.

A large, king-sized bed with a canopy draped in luxurious fabrics dominated one side of the room.

On the other side, a seating area with a chaise lounge and a coffee table overlooked the manicured gardens outside through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mr. Kendrick was unbuttoning his shirt, his back turned to her. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his broad back.

“Honey,” she began softly, she was cut short by her husband.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t like the way you spoke to Iris. She’s your son’s wife. She should be given and shown respect. What you and Ivy did was wrong.”Mr. Kendrick said as he sighed deeply, removing his shoes and placing them neatly by the bed.

“Rose, I expected better from you. She’s my son’s wife and deserves some respect.

“My son’s wife, my foot. She deserves everything thrown at her and more. She’s a lowlife, honey.” Mrs Rose retorted.

Mr. Kendrick turned to face her, his expression stern and tired. “I expected better from you, Rose.” He sighed again, running a hand through his graying hair.

“By the way, have you noticed that Iris and Ivy kind of look alike and have a few similarities?”

“No way does that whore look anything like my daughter,” she spat, her eyes narrowing.

“Be fair with Iris, please.”With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

The bathroom was as magnificent as the bedroom, with marble floors and countertops, a large soaking tub, and a spacious glass-enclosed shower. Mr. Kendrick stepped into the shower and turned on the water, letting the cold stream wash over him.

The sensation of the water running over his skin was a much-needed distraction from the thoughts swirling in his mind.

As the water continued to cascade down his body, he couldn’t help but think back to the past. The memories he had tried so hard to bury came rushing back.

He knew that what had happened that day had to remain hidden. He hadn’t expected things to turn out the way they did, but it was beyond his control, and he blamed himself for everything.

He was determined never to let the truth come to light. The water from the shower continued to dance around his body, each droplet a reminder of the secrets he had to keep.

He was brought back to reality by the sound of his wife’s voice calling out to him.

“Honey, you have spent a long time in there, Are you alright in there, honey?”

There was no response. Panic started to creep into her voice.

“Honey? Honey? Oh my God, honey!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the marble walls. She rushed to the bathroom door and pounded on it, fear gripping her heart.

“Somebody help!”Her screams echoed through the vast mansion, and within moments, servants came running. One of them, a tall man with strong arms, managed to force the door open.

They found Mr. Kendrick collapsed in the shower, the water still running over his lifeless body

Mrs. Rose was beside herself with panic and grief, her hands shaking as she knelt beside her husband.

“No, no, no! Please, no!”The servants quickly turned off the water and carried Mr. Kendrick out of the shower. They laid him on the floor, and one of them, who had some medical training, began administering CPR.

Mrs. Rose watched in horror, her tears mixing with the water on the floor. Mrs. Rose: “Please, please don’t leave me!”The minutes dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mr. Kendrick coughed and sputtered, his eyes fluttering open.

“Honey?” He called her. She collapsed in relief beside him, her sobs of fear turning to sobs of gratitude.

“Yes my love, You’re okay! Oh, thank God, you’re okay!”The servants helped Mr. Kendrick to his feet and wrapped him in a towel, leading him back to the bedroom.

Mrs. Rose stayed close by his side, her hands never leaving his. As they settled him onto the bed, Mrs. Rose looked into his eyes, her own filled with worry and love.

“What happened, honey? You scared me to death.”Mr. Kendrick took a deep breath, the weight of the secrets he carried pressing down on him. “I… I just got dizzy. I’m fine now, honey really.

“But Mrs. Rose wasn’t convinced. She knew her husband better than anyone, and she could see the strain in his eyes.

“You need to see a doctor. This isn’t something we can ignore.”Mr. Kendrick nodded reluctantly, knowing she was right. The past had a way of catching up with him, and he couldn’t keep running from it forever.

As he lay in bed, his thoughts drifted back to that fateful day, the one he had tried so hard to forget. He had to keep it hidden, not just for his sake, but for the sake of his family.

The truth was too dangerous to be revealed. But for now, he had to focus on the present. He reached out and took his wife’s hand, squeezing it gently.

Mr. Kendrick: “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll be fine I promise.”Mrs. Rose nodded, her eyes still filled with worry.

“We’ll get through this together, honey. Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself.

” “I promise,” he said.

As they lay together in the dim light of the bedroom, the grandeur of their surroundings seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the love and support they had for each other. Despite the secrets and the pain, they were still a team, and they would face whatever came their way together.

But deep down, Mr. Kendrick knew that the past could only stay buried for so long. One day, the truth would come to light, and when it did, he would have to face the consequences. Until then, he would hold onto the present and cherish the moments he had with his family.