GCAVixens: Peta Jensen's Guilty Conscience

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The late afternoon sun cast long, accusing shadows across Peta Jensen’s impeccably tidy living room, a space that now felt like a stage for her private turmoil. She paced the polished floor, the rhythmic click of her heels a stark counterpoint to the chaotic drumming in her chest. Every perfectly fluffed pillow and neatly aligned book on the shelf seemed to mock the disarray she felt within, a silent testament to the life she was about to shatter. The memory of Bill Bailey’s earnest, trusting smile flashed in her mind, a piercing arrow of guilt that made her flinch. He had looked at her with such unwavering faith just hours before, his large, calloused hand gently squeezing hers with a promise of a future she knew was now impossible. How could she have let their connection deepen, weaving a tapestry of intimacy she was now poised to cruelly unravel? The simple gold band on her finger felt like a lead weight, a cold, hard reminder of the vows she had already taken and the other life waiting in the wings. She was trapped in a gilded cage of her own making, the walls constructed from a decade of comfortable lies and unspoken disappointments. Confessing the truth to Bill would devastate him, yet continuing the charade felt like a deeper, more profound sin against his decency. A single, hot tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek as she finally stopped pacing, her resolve hardening amidst the suffocating silence. The guilt was a living thing, coiling in her stomach, and she knew the moment of painful, necessary confession was finally at hand.