Chapter 652: I Want His Child!

Maria’s face erupted in flames.

It was one thing to discuss romance. To discuss feelings.

But this?

This was so far beyond anything she had ever talked about with anyone.

"Wh-What?" She stammered, her voice strangled. "Diana, you can’t just—that’s—we shouldn’t be—"

But Diana was committed now.

She had come this far. She had to see it through.

"I know this is uncomfortable."

She said quickly, her own face burning with embarrassment.

"But you need to understand the full picture."

She took a breath.

"Normally, Cassius is absolutely king in the bedroom."

"No matter how many women he has, no matter how hungry they might be, he absolutely ravages them."

"Takes control."

"Destroys them in ways you can’t even imagine."

Maria’s blush deepened impossibly further.

She had never heard her elegant, refined friend speak like this. Never.

"This is all because of his...his manhood."

Diana pressed on, desperately ignoring her own burning cheeks.

"It’s like a mighty weapon. A proud, powerful thing that absolutely devastates every single woman in the household without any care at all."

She swallowed hard.

"I myself have faced its power. Many times. And I-I always, eventually, submit to it completely."

Maria made a small, strangled sound.

"But recently..."

Diana’s voice dropped, heavy with sorrow.

"Recently, it hasn’t been working as well. It’s been...staggering. Faltering. Not living up to its usual glory."

Maria paused.

"Staggering?" She repeated. "What do you mean, staggering? I-I don’t understand."

Hearing this, Maria couldn’t help but let out a groan as she couldn’t believe her friend was asking such an intimate question.

More than that, she couldn’t believe she was talking about her own husband in this way—spreading lies that were absolutely, completely untrue.

Because Cassius was still a beast in bed.

Just two nights ago, Cassius had proven himself very much capable.

She still felt the pleasant ache between her legs from the memory—the way he had taken control, the way he had made her scream his name until her voice went hoarse.

He was a monster under the sheets.

The kind of lover that made women weep with pleasure.

And here she was, describing him as some kind of broken, drooping mess.

But she had come this far. She couldn’t stop now.

She held up her hand, pointing her finger straight up like an arrow.

"Normally, Cassius is like this." She said firmly. "Strong. Unbreakable. No matter how much he plays with us, no matter how many women he goes through in a night, his penis is always standing straight..."

"...like a flagpole that refuses to bend."

Maria gulped audibly.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire. After all, this was beyond taboo.

Beyond anything she had ever imagined talking about.

"But recently..." Diana continued, her voice dropping with sorrow. "...it’s been going like this."

She curled her finger downward, letting it droop limply.

Maria gasped in horror.

"It’s been bending down like that." Diana said, emphasizing the gesture. "Not working at its full potential. Almost as if Cassius simply isn’t in the mood anymore."

She shook her head slowly.

"When someone is depressed, these are the symptoms they go through. The manhood that used to work so well doesn’t really work anymore. It just droops down like this."

She emphasized the curled finger again.

"And because of this..." Diana continued, her voice dropping. "Things have been...difficult in bed."

"Cassius himself doesn’t seem bothered—he’s too caught up in his emotions to care. But the women?" She sighed. "We’re all panicking."

Maria’s eyes widened.

"It’s a crisis." Diana said earnestly. "Not just because we can’t experience the pleasure he normally gives us. We’re worried this will last. That it might have long-term effects."

"And if it does have long-term effects..."

She hesitated, as if the thought was too painful to voice until fnally, she forced herself to continue,

"It means no one will have children in the future."

Maria shot up from her chair.

"WHAT?!"

She exclaimed, her voice echoing through the office.

"Diana, that’s ridiculous! That’s too much, even for you! There’s no way it could last that long!"

Diana jumped up as well, matching her energy.

"But it absolutely can, Maria!" She insisted, her voice desperate.

"As ridiculous as it sounds, I’ve seen countless cases where men go through something devastating—heartbreak, loss of a loved one, crushing depression—and it affects them physically! Down there!"

She gestured wildly.

"It stops working! For years! I’ve seen families ruined because of this! Wives become dissatisfied, lose respect for their husbands, marriages fall apart!"

Maria’s face went pale.

"And more than that." Diana pressed on. "They can’t have children! The thing down there doesn’t work, so the opportunity for children disappears entirely!"

She grabbed Maria’s hands.

"This is what my household is facing right now! All the women are panicking at the thought of never having Cassius’s children!"

"It’s becoming pandemonium!"

She shook her head, her eyes glistening.

"Everyone is smiling on the outside. Acting normal. You wouldn’t notice any difference because we’re trying to hide it...But inside?"

"We’re all suffering. Every single one of us. It’s been a very difficult time in the household."

Maria felt as if a dagger had been plunged into her heart.

She had thought this was just about depression. About sadness. Something that could be fixed with conversation and time.

But this?

This was about the destruction of an entire family.

About children that might never be born.

About her best friend’s happiness, her future, her dreams of having more children with the man she loved.

All because of her.

Because she had been too scared to say yes.

Diana saw the expression on Maria’s face and knew she was close. So close.

Just one more push.

So, she let the tears come.

Real tears, summoned from the depths of her guilt at manipulating her friend like this.

But Maria didn’t know that.

To Maria, they looked like tears of genuine despair.

"I’ve been speaking on behalf of others." She said, her voice trembling. "But I’m no different from the other girls, Maria. I...I’m scared too."

Maria’s heart lurched.

"I’m so scared!" Diana’s voice broke completely. "I’m terrified that I won’t have Cassius’s child in the future!"

She began to shake, her whole body trembling.

"Of course I have Vivi. I love her more than anything. She’s enough for me, truly. But I also wanted to give birth to Cassius’s children."

"I wanted to feel that—to carry his baby, to...to bring new life into this world with him."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"And now, knowing that he might not be able to touch me...that I might never bear his children..."

She sobbed.

"I’m so sad, Maria. I don’t know what to do with all these emotions. I’ve been holding it all down, keeping it together for everyone else’s sake."

"But...But right now, I just can’t anymore. I don’t know what to do!"

And with that, she collapsed forward, burying her face in Maria’s chest, sobbing like her heart was breaking.

Maria froze.

She had seen Diana cry before. Many times, over the years.

When Vivi was sick, when things seemed hopeless, when the weight of the world pressed down on her.

But those had been tears. Quiet tears. Tears she could control.

This?

This was different.

This was full-on, heart-wrenching sobbing.

The kind of crying that came from the deepest places of the soul.

The kind Maria had only ever seen in people who had lost everything.

Diana, the strong one, the calm one, the one who held everyone else together was completely falling apart in her arms.

And it made perfect sense.

Of course Diana wanted Cassius’s children.

Of course she wanted to build a future with him, to expand their family, to experience that joy.

And now, because of the problem he was going through, that future was in jeopardy.

Not just for Diana, but for all of them.

The entire family was suffering.

And Maria had caused it.

Her rejection.

Her fear.

Her inability to just give him a chance.

The guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Guilt for what she had done to Cassius.

Guilt for what she was doing to this family.

Guilt for making her best friend cry like this.

Her rejection. Her fear. Her refusal to even give him a chance.

All of this was her fault.

The overwhelming guilt crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

And she knew in that moment, she couldn’t let this continue.

Couldn’t let an entire family fall apart because of her.

All the hesitation, all the doubts, all the reasons she had held herself back—they evaporated in that moment.

She looked down at Diana, still sobbing against her chest, and felt a surge of determination.

"Don’t worry, Diana."

She said softly, looking down at the sobbing woman in her arms.

"Don’t worry about anything anymore."

Diana’s crying hitched, and she looked up with tear-filled eyes.

"I’ll do as you said." Maria continued. "Even though it’s really embarrassing. Even though it’s really hard for me."

A deep blush spread across her cheeks.

"I’ll go on a date with Cassius."

Diana’s eyes shimmered with relief and surprise.

"Really, Maria? Really?" She pulled back slightly, hope breaking through her tears. "Are you telling the truth? I know how difficult this must be for you."

Maria shook her head gently, a soft smile forming on her lips.

"It’s alright. Even though it’s awkward for me to do such a thing. Even though I honestly don’t know how it’s going to go."

She blushed deeper.

"I’ll do as you said. I’ll do my absolute best to bring Cassius back to the way he normally was. To bring back the man you love to your family."

She looked directly into Diana’s eyes.

"I’ll do whatever is necessary, so you don’t need to worry about this anymore..."

"...I will take care of it."

The moment those words left Maria’s mouth, Diana felt an overwhelming surge of joy.

Her plan had worked.

Every lie, every manipulation, every carefully crafted word—it had all paid off.

She couldn’t contain herself.

She launched forward and wrapped her arms around Maria, squeezing tight.

"Thank you, Maria! Thank you so much!"

She exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

"I know how difficult this is for you! I know it’s not something you normally do! But you’re still willing to try, and I’m so, so grateful!"

She pulled back just enough to look at Maria’s face.

"You really are my best friend. Forever. Thank you. Thank you so much."

Maria hugged her back, warmth spreading through her chest.

"It’s alright, Diana. It’s alright." She smiled softly.

"There’s no way I can allow you to suffer any longer after hearing about something like that."

"Not to mention, I love your family. I love every single girl in that household."

"And I deeply respect Cassius and the person he is."

She stroked Diana’s hair gently.

"So to save such a family? To help such wonderful people? This small sacrifice isn’t that big of a deal."

But even as she said the words—even as she called it a sacrifice—something stirred deep inside her.

Excitement.

Anticipation.

Before, she had held herself back because of her own fears, her own insecurities, her own reasons for saying no.

But now?

Now she was doing this for someone else. For Diana. For the family. For Cassius.

She didn’t have to deny herself anymore.

She didn’t have to feel guilty about wanting this.

Because it wasn’t about what she wanted—it was about helping others.

And that liberation, that freedom from her own self-imposed restrictions, made her heart flutter with anticipation at the thought of spending a whole day with Cassius.

Meanwhile, Diana pulled back, wiping the last of her tears.

On the surface, she was the picture of gratitude and relief.

But deep inside, behind those gentle eyes, a mischievous spark danced.

Everything had gone perfectly.

All her scheming, all her planning, all her lies—they had worked exactly as intended.

She couldn’t help but think that after spending so much time with Cassius, some of his cunning had rubbed off on her.

His manipulative nature. His ability to bend situations to his will.

But she didn’t care about any of that.

If a few lies and a little manipulation could bring her best friend and her husband together?

Could save Maria from a lifetime of loneliness and give her the happiness she deserved?

Then it was worth it.

Every single word.

Every single tear.

Worth it.

Now all she could do was hope that Cassius would seize this opportunity.

That he would take Maria on the most perfect date of her life.

That he would finally break through those walls she had built around her heart.

That was the only thing she wanted now.

For Maria to be happy.

For Cassius to be happy.

For them to find each other at last.

She smiled, a gentle, saintly expression on her face—completely belying the devilish satisfaction dancing in her heart.