Forbidden Desire – Episode 17

FORBIDDEN DESIRE 

Forbidden Desire – Episode 17

Tags; Love, friendship, drama , thrilling.

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Jimmy stood in stunned silence, his eyes glued to the photographs of himself and Susan, including the one from the restroom the previous night. He had no idea who had captured those moments.

“Mom, please let me explain,” he pleaded.

“Explain what? You and Susan, your aunt!” she shot back.

“Mom, please calm down. There must be a misunderstanding,” Rachel interjected gently.

“Yes, she’s right,” Greg added, trying to diffuse the tension.

“How long has this been going on right under my nose? How!” She cried, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” Jimmy murmured.

“Sorry? So, what’s in this photo is true? You’ve been sneaking around with her, and she made you do this?”

“Mom, please, it’s my fault. Just let me explain,” Jimmy implored, but Mirabel sighed, her heart heavy with disappointment.

In a sudden rush of emotion, she grabbed a car key from the table and dashed out the door, and everyone knew exactly where she was headed. Greg hurried after her, trying to soothe her frayed nerves, while Jimmy remained rooted to the spot, frustration boiling within him.

“You have to go after her. I know she’s heading to Aunt Susan’s house,” Rachel urged.

“How did Mom get those photos?” he asked, bewildered.

“They were delivered to her this morning while we were having breakfast.”

“Do you know who sent them?”

“No,” she replied, and Jimmy let out a resigned sigh. “It’s okay,” she said, moving closer to him. “There’s no need to feel bad. I actually knew you liked Aunt Susan; she was your secret crush.” Her words caught him off guard.

“You did? Since when?”

“For a long time now. Don’t be mad, but I went through your journal when I came to borrow your pencil for my drawing. I found it in your bag and couldn’t help but pry,” she confessed. “Hope you’re not upset?”

“No, I’m not. I’m glad you kept it to yourself and didn’t tell anyone. I know this whole mess is my fault, not Aunt Susan’s.”

“So, you liked her?” Rachel probed.

“I loved her. For once in my life, I went after what my heart truly yearned for, and it ended badly for everyone,” he said, his voice tinged with sadness.

“Of course not! I support you in this. Aunt Susan deserves pure love, and you’re the right person to give it to her, even if it won’t be easy,” she encouraged, and a small smile broke through his gloom as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

“Thanks, sis.”

“You’re always welcome,” she replied, stepping back. “Now go to her before Mom unleashes her anger on Aunt Susan.” With that, Jimmy hurried out, and Rachel watched him go, a smile lingering on her lips.

*Susan’s house*

The doorbell rang incessantly, its sound echoing through the house. Susan hurried down the stairs, her mind racing with thoughts of who could be ringing it with such urgency.

“Hold on!” she called out. With a swift motion, she flung open the door, ready to confront the visitor, only to be taken aback by the sight of Mirabel standing there, her expression a storm of anger. “Mirabel!” Susan exclaimed, but the fury etched on her friend’s face felt unsettling, while Greg stood behind her, calm as ever.

She stepped aside to let them in and closed the door behind her. However, before she could fully process the moment, Mirabel struck her across the face with a stinging slap.

“You backstabber!” Mirabel spat, and Susan stood there, bewildered, her hand instinctively flying to her cheek.

“Mirabel, what are you talking about?” she asked, confusion washing over her.

“What do you mean, what? You lied to me!” Mirabel shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I don’t understand,” Susan replied, her brow furrowing.

“You don’t? Or are you just feeling guilty that your hidden secrets have come to light? How could you do this to me? For goodness’ sake, Jimmy is your son! Why?” Tears streamed down both their faces, the weight of betrayal hanging heavy in the air.

“Mira, please listen—” Susan began.

“Don’t tell me to listen!” Mirabel shouted. “There are countless guys out there; why go for my son? He’s just a child, and you’ve manipulated him into an affair! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? How desperate can you be?”

“Mira, calm down. Nothing is happening between Jimmy and me; he is my son…”

“Oh please, just stop! You’re not fit to be my son’s mother. You’re despicable and shameless!”

“Mira, let’s talk this through,” Greg interjected, trying to mediate the escalating tension.

“No! There’s nothing to discuss. She has betrayed our friendship!”

“I didn’t betray you!” Susan protested.

“Yes, you did! If you hadn’t gone after my son, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Right now, I hate you!”

“Mira, please, I’m sorry,” Susan pleaded, moving closer.

“Stay away from me!” Mirabel yelled, lashing out again, and Greg rushed to restrain her from behind. At that moment, Jimmy entered, alarmed by the chaos, and quickly stepped in front of Susan.

“Mom, please, don’t blame her! It’s all my fault,” he said, his voice trembling.

“What foolish fault! Were you deceived by her looks? She’s not your type.”

“I know, Mom, but she’s not to blame. I pursued her; I started all of this, not her.”

“Please, calm down,” Greg urged, still holding Mirabel, who struggled to break free.

“Mira, I’m truly sorry,” Susan sobbed, kneeling at her feet and clutching her leg. “I would never betray our friendship.”

“You are a liar! You repulse me, and I wish we had never been friends! You are utterly despicable and heartless.”

“Mom, please, I’m sorry,” Jimmy pleaded.

“I am so disappointed in you, son. You have hurt me deeply. Just know this: it will never happen again. I would rather die than see you bring shame upon me. Never!” She wrenched herself free from her husband’s grip. “I don’t want to see you around me or my family ever again. You are no longer welcome in our lives,” she declared furiously, glaring at Susan before storming away, with Greg trailing behind her.

Tears streamed down Susan’s face, while Jimmy stood there, bewildered and frustrated.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Susan. Please forgive me.”

“Please, just leave. I beg you, Jimmy. Stay away from me,” she said, her tears continuing to flow.

With a heavy heart, he exited, shutting the door behind him, the sound mingling with Susan’s sorrowful cries that hung in the air.


Back at home, Mirabel simmered with anger. Despite her family’s attempts to soothe her, the sting of betrayal weighed heavily on her heart.

“No, this can’t be real. It’s all just a prank. Jimmy wouldn’t fall for Susan; he must be lying. Susan would never betray me—not after everything we’ve been through,” she muttered to herself, oblivious to the concerned gazes of her family. Just then, Jimmy’s voice broke through the tension as he entered the living room.

“It’s not a prank, Mom. Everything you’ve heard is true. I genuinely love Aunt Susan—more than just as a son loves a mother,” he declared.

“That can never happen! You’re confused,” Mirabel retorted.

“I am not confused, Mom. I know exactly what I feel. I’ve been in love with her for a long time,” Jimmy insisted, his voice steady.

“Enough! This will never happen. I will not allow this relationship—never!” she exclaimed, storming out of the room.

Greg stepped forward, trying to comfort his son. “Go freshen up and take a rest. Don’t worry; your mother just needs time,” he advised gently.

“I’m sorry, Father. I know…”

“It’s okay,” Greg replied, moving closer. “I can’t judge you. I’ve seen how happy you are with her. Whatever decisions you make in life, you will always have my support.” He pulled Jimmy into a warm embrace.

“Thank you, Dad,” Jimmy whispered.

“I love you, son,” Greg said as they parted. “Don’t worry about your mom; she’ll come around, but it may take time.” He patted Jimmy’s shoulder before walking away.

With a deep sigh, Jimmy made his way to his room.

Later that night, Susan sat on her bed, clutching her pillow tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly, the moonlight spilling through the window and illuminating her sorrowful solitude.