OLIVIA’S POV
“No…No…it can’t be, it can’t be..” I shook my head, tears already pooling my eyes as I approached the door.
I felt my heart sink deep down as I touched the knob to my matrimonial bed, opening the door as the final hope I had in me seeped out. The both of them were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t notice me, her moans leaking out of her mouth with his eyes closed as he kept thrusting in her.
The first tear rolled down my eyes as my bag fell to the floor, finally grasping their attention.
“Olivia..” my husband called out my name with that dirty mouth of his.
I had no idea what to do, or what to say. I fixed my eyes on him, staring at those same eyes that I grew to love and left everything for.
“Clint…Clinton.. why? Why?” I finally talked, the tears now rolling down my eyes in full.
“Olivia…it’s not…
“Don’t..” I cut him off, shaking my head as I approached them.
“Don’t even tell me..it’s nothing like that..or..or the devil’s hand work..or you were not looking.” I said, pressing my lips together in hopes of stopping the tears.
“So what do you want me to say? That I cheated on you intentionally or what..
“Don’t even say anything to me Clinton! Don’t say any stupid thing to me!” I yelled at him, my eyes wide open with hurt.
“I…I’ve loved you like a wife is supposed to, I’ve cared for you like a wife is supposed to. Done everything a wife is supposed to do! Why! Why did you have to cheat!”
“Because you don’t have the body a wife is supposed to have.” He replied.
His words hit me like a cold brick, causing my legs to become wobbly and the words left in my throat to be shoved back down. He stood up from the lady he was fucking, walking towards me with his dick in view.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and stared into my tear stricken eyes, “I don’t love you anymore Olivia. I don’t have anything for you. The only reason I’m keeping you is because of the society, you’re no more than a pig in my house now.” He said without blinking.
Everything stopped in that moment, only his words reverberating in my ears. The man I’ve known to love for more than 10 years, through my childhood. The…
“No..” I said shakily, falling to the ground as my breath got heavier.
“No…no…” I muttered, shaking my head.
My heart squeezed tight in my chest, almost suffocating me. Tears pooled my eyes, blinding me from seeing that he had left my front. The only thing I could think of and focus on was the hurt I was feeling presently, and the lady’s giggle from my matrimonial bed.
I shut my eyes tight, allowing all the tears to fall down at once, the sour taste of my tears hitting my lips.
“You know how you came in… walk through the door once you’re done crying. You look pitiful by the way.” I heard him say again.
I wanted to yell at him, shout and ask what bad I must have done for him to treat me this way but I couldn’t find my voice. It felt as if something was pierced in me, and even my heart was bleeding uncontrollably.
Their moans filled the room again, causing my ears to also bleed out before I finally found my legs.
“The hag is leaving.” The lady giggled out.
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I didn’t know how I drove to this bar, but I did it and I’m here, downing the third bottle of alcohol. I just wanted everything to go, the pain, the image of them, his words, our memories. I wanted everything to leave.
He was my first love, the boy I adored and the man I adorned. I gave him everything I had, my virginity, my life. I followed his rules, I learned to make everything he wanted.
“Are you okay miss?” I heard a deep voice beside me, turning to meet the eyes of a handsome man.
“I don’t know.. am I okay?” I replied, a deep laugh escaping my lips as I said that.
“Am I okay?” I repeated, feeling my eyes stinging once again.
“You know, I loved him so much.. I cared for him so much and what did he do?”
“He carried a fucking whore and was fucking her on my matrimonial bed!” I said to the stranger.
“On my matrimonial bed!” I yelled at his face.
“And you know the funniest part?”
“They did not even mind me being there. It…it was more of a turn on for them because he kept fucking her on the bed. She…she even called me a hag!”
“Me! A hag! Have I grown that old because of marriage!”
The more I said those words, the more my heart tightened in pain. Have I gotten that old that my husband didn’t want me anymore? And he prefer a fucking whore to me?
I was his pride and eyes back then. When other boys chased after me, he would say to me that it’s because I’m pretty like a bird and I catch their eyes.
“His pretty words… I must have been a fool then.” I scoffed, downing more of the alcohol.
I saw the man stand up and suddenly a hand was on my waist, helping me up.
“What…what are you..”
“I’m taking you out of here.” He cut me off.
I didn’t mind where he was taking me, as long as the pain left. The image of Clinton’s naked body, and the girl that I did not get to see her face kept flashing in my brain.
“Sleep with me.” I said abruptly.
I met with the man’s eyes, the deep brown color resembling one of the eyes I’ve seen somewhere before.
“Take…the… pain away for me..” I stuttered.
“Of course. Of course I will.” Those were the last words I heard.
Olivia's pov. The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I scowled as I felt the sun ray heavily upon my face. "Ah, the hell..." I cursed as I slowly began to open my eyes. The first thing that came to sight was a strange man fast asleep across from me on the bed. I swallowed a gasp as I threw my hands instinctively to my mouth. Sitting upright on the bed, I look down on myself as bits and fragments of memories of last night flashed across my mind. "Are you crazy, Olivia?". I say in whispers. "Even though Clinton is a cheater, how could you do such a thing?". I shake my head, clearing off my thoughts. "For now, let's leave here and deal with this situation later.". Jumping down from the bed, I picked up my clothes from the ground, quickly changing Into them before scurrying away from the hotel room. Outside the hotel, I hail for a cab, hop in as I quickly tell the driver my address. I stare outside the window as the driver takes off, my mind wandering back to
Olivia’s POV My lips parted in shock and my right hand cradled my right cheek which burned with pain, not physical but emotional pain. I wasn't expecting that from someone I called 'father’. “What was that for?” I muttered, my eyes brimming with hot tears. There was a knock on the door and the handle jerked. Secretary Bessy stood my the doorway, clutching a file of paper works to her chest. “Sir, these documents—” Her jaw slackened and her gaze widened behind her clear spectacles as she noticed the tension in the office. “I'm sorry—” Her voice softened as she turned to leave, disappearing as fast as she appeared. Father turned to me, the look on his wrinkling face livid enough to frighten a kitten. “Do you know the gravity of what you have just done?” I swallowed a subtle gulp and pinned my gaze on him without blinking, my mind struggling to fathom the possible gravity of what I’d done. Did I make the wrong decision in leaving that whore of a man, that unapologetic fool who sa
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Davion’s POV Her lustrous brunette rippled like the waves of the ocean, her eyes as bright as emerald and her body as supple as an apple on a summer orchard. I never expected to see her again after she left unannounced from the hotel room. Though we spent a drunken night together, I still remembered every bit and fragment of everything that happened that night. Our gaze seemed to be forever pinned to each other, oblivious of the eyes staring, mouths gasping and cameras snapping. Her eyeballs rolled and at once I realized I held her for quite a long time. With my hands wedged against her lower waist, I carefully jerked her to a steady position, surprised the tray hadn't fallen from her grasp. I received a standing ovation from some members of the crowd. "Thank you.” My ego couldn't help but swell a bit. As I watched her serve tables, a wave of nervous energy flowed through me, she trod gracefully and was beautiful to watch. Never could believe she was a waitress in this distant cit
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