In the Pratt mansion's room, Lindsey nestled into her husband's chest, sobbing. She began recounting her reunion with her sister and the deplorable state she found her in.

"My little doll, we're all here to support you. You know you can count on me for anything you need," he reassured her.

"Yes, dear, I know that," she lifted her face, and he captured her lips. A passion war had begun, and both were in the peak of their marriage.

A month passed. A woman was perplexed in her apartment, holding a pregnancy test in her hand. She didn't know what to do, and tears started flowing freely.

Janna had no partner, only a person who turned to her when either of them needed the warmth of the other. She didn't know how to define their relationship; there were no rules or jealousy. In the outside world, they were like strangers, but within the intimacy of four walls, they shared even their deepest secrets.

She threw herself on the bed, reminiscing about how her sexual life started two years ago.

Ja