**Chapter 66**
ELLIE'S POV
I woke up with my p***y soaking wet and aching for c**k.
The sheets were twisted around my legs. My nightgown had ridden up during the night, and the cool air on my thighs only made the throb worse. I reached across the bed for Richard out of pure habit, but his side was empty and cold. Again. I didn’t even know how many nights it had been like this. I had stopped counting months ago. Maybe longer. The emptiness beside me had become as routine as the rest of my life.
I stared at the ceiling and pressed my thighs together, hating how empty I felt. A good wife didn’t wake up desperate. A good wife didn’t lie in bed grinding her hips into nothing because her husband hadn’t f****d her in longer than she wanted to admit. A good wife got up and made breakfast.
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