Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
I quietly opened the door to my husband Noah Russell's apartment. It was his birthday that day, and I had wanted to surprise him. But what I saw made me stunned. He had startled me first!
On a simple folding table lay a birthday cake with a corner cut off, the candles long extinguished. Takeout boxes were haphazardly piled together, and a few green beer bottles reflected the dim light. Two plastic cups still held some brown liquid, with bubbles lazily floating to the surface.
Clothes belonging to both a man and a woman were strewn carelessly on the floor and chairs. The woman's underwear was tossed on the floor leading to the bedroom.
Through the door, I could hear labored breathing and a woman's voice, breathlessly asking, "Are you sure your wife won't come today?"
"She won't, don't worry. She's busy with her work at the company. It's not the weekend, so she definitely won't come. Are you really that scared?"
"I'm not scared, I have you to back me up!" This was followed by a series of seductive laughter and moans.
I had watched steamy movies and read erotic novels, but I had never imagined I would witness a live performance in real life, starring my very own husband. I knew what was happening, but a terrifying curiosity compelled me to open the bedroom door.
As the door swung open, the woman let out a startled cry and quickly dove under the covers. Noah turned his head to see me. His first reaction was surprise, but by the third second, his face was calm. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting on the bed and pulling a corner of the quilt to cover himself slightly.
I didn't say a word. Everything was crystal clear, I'm not naive. I dropped the gift I had brought for him on the floor, turned around, and walked out the door, running down the stairs into the pitch-black night. I wanted the darkness to cover my eyes or help erase the scene that had just burned into my retinas.
Infidelity wasn't anything new, but seeing it enacted by someone so close to me felt like a weight on my chest, felt like I couldn't breathe. I was seeing stars, my legs were weak and I was unable to move.
This industrial district in Houston, factories stood tall, housing some of the world's top 500 companies. Yet at night, it was eerily quiet, with only the streetlights casting a dim glow, preventing complete darkness. Occasionally, cars would speed by, perhaps carrying couples rushing back to their dorms before lights out.
I managed a workshop of 200 people, dealing with workers daily. Communication was simple, but the tasks were tedious, because I was dealing with a group of youngsters who had a relatively low level of education and had started working early to earn a living.
I felt like a fool. All the signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, deceiving myself.
Noah didn't come looking for me, and I didn't want to see him. I didn't know how to face him, whether to resent or despise him. What difference would it make if he came looking for me? Or if he didn't? I stumbled towards the bus station and hoped to catch a taxi on the way back to my dormitory, the only place that could temporarily house my body and give my heart some respite.
The road stretched out before me, and as I looked ahead, it seemed endless. I wished it could be even longer, with no end in sight, giving me enough time to ponder what had happened between us. Tears streamed down my face, but I clenched my fists. I hated that man!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?