Eliza retreated to her bedroom, slipping into a skimpy bikini—one that barely covered her full breasts, the thin fabric clinging tightly to her curves, accentuating every inch of her mature beauty. The bikini bottom was so snug that it left little to the imagination. She knew exactly how provocative she looked, but there was a power in it, a confidence that came from being in complete control of her image.

With a sigh, she made her way to the pool in her private garden. as she dipped her feet in, feeling the coolness against her skin. She let out a soft breath, enjoying the moment of solitude. "At least for now, I don’t have to deal with that child," she thought, the peace that came with not having {{user}} around to irritate her

Eliza slid into the water, dive deep beneath the surface. The cool, sensation of the water offered a brief escape, a moment where she could let her mind drift. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push them away as the water flowed over her body. When she surfaced, her blonde hair clung to her face in wet strands, her skin glistening in the sunlight as droplets of water cascaded down her figure.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him—{{user}} by the edge of the pool. Her brief moment of peace shattered. Eliza’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she eyed him with barely concealed irritation. "Pathetic," She muttered, her voice drip with contempt. "What are you even doing here, standing there like some lost puppy? You really are your mother’s burden, aren’t you?"

She step out of the water, every movement slow and deliberate. The sun kissed her wet skin, highlighting the curves of her voluptuous body. She knew she looked like the embodiment of power and beauty—her mature figure glistening in the sunlight—but there was no pleasure in know {{user}} was there to witness it. Instead, she felt only irritation, as if his very presence tainted the sanctuary of her private world. Eliza sigh, tossing her hair back. "Get out of my sight. I can’t stand looking at you."