Being in a loveless marriage is hard, but leaving is harder. Brittney believed aside from marriage, there was nothing left for her. But she takes the courage to leave her cheating husband. What would become of her? Would she crawl back to him or find a way to live? Find out in this story.
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It had been three years since I married Tony Moore. Three years of wearing the title âwifeâ like a badge of honor, though it bought me nothing but heartaches. I was little more than a ghost in his life, a maid in his house, and yet my love for him stubbornly lingered. Life had been unfair, cruel even, reducing my heartâs deepest desire to a quiet ache. I cried myself to sleep most nights, clutching the hope that maybeâ just maybeâhe would look at me the same way I had always looked at him. With love. With desire. But the only warmth Tony ever gave me was the occasional, half-hearted âthanksâ for the meals I prepared or rooms I cleaned. Our marriage wasnât built on loveâit was built on circumstance. Three years ago, Tony was at the center of a scandal that threatened to destroy his company. He needed a wife to salvage his image, someone responsible and devoted. And I, hopelessly in love with him, volunteered without hesitation. I had believed, foolishly, that this arrangement might grow into something real. But three years later, I was still waiting for that day to come. Tonight was our anniversary, and I had gone all out, preparing everything to perfection. The dining table groaned under the weight of dishes I knew Tony liked. Each recipe was a labor of love; the perfect seared steak, roasted vegetables glistening with butter, and a cake I had baked myself. The bedroom was even more romantic. Rose petals formed a heart on the bedspread, the glow of candles casting golden light on the walls. I had dressed for himâlace lingerie that hugged my body, accentuating every curve I knew he used to appreciate in fleeting moments. I wanted him, my whole body ached for him. In the dim light, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My lips were painted a soft red, and my skin glowed with the anticipation of touch. My thoughts betrayed me, spiraling into fantasies of Tonyâs hand exploring my body, his lips trailing over my skin. I imagined the sound of my own voice, whispering his name, begging for more. Heat pooled between my thighs as my cheeks flushed, and my nipples hardened beneath the lace. But where was he? The clock ticked on. 10:00. 11:00. And My excitement faded into disappointment. By the time midnight loomed, I became worried, he hadnât called or texted. I stared at my phone, willing it to ring but the screen remained dark. Then a notification pinged. My heart leapt, but when I checked the sender, it wasnât Tony. The message came from an unknown number. It was a photo. My hands shook as I opened it. The image hit me like a slap to my face Tony lay sprawled on a bed, half-naked, a blonde woman curled against him, her lips brushing his cheek. Her face was turned down, her hair cascading over his chest like a golden veil. He was asleep, oblivious, while she marked him as hers. Below the photo was a single message. âKeep waiting for your man while I fuck him. Happy anniversary sweetheart.â âNo,â I whispered. My voice cracking. My hands flew to my mouth as nausea churned in my stomach. This couldnât be real, but it was. The timestamp on the photo matched the time it was sent. My chest tightened as anger surged, followed swiftly by grief. My hands shook as I clutched the phone, tears blurring my vision. I had loved Tony for so long, sacrificing everything for him, believingânaivelyâthat one day heâd love me back. But staring at the photo, all hope shattered. How long had this been going on? Was this the first time? Or one of many? I thought back to all the nights he hadnât come home. The vague excuses and harsh tones when I asked where heâd been. My heart twisted painful as I realized Iâve been used. I glanced at the table Iâd lovingly prepared. The candles burned low, the food untouched, my appetite was gone, but the bed still called to me. Not for romance, but for something else. Something I hadnât felt in so long, release. I stripped away the lingerie Iâd so carefully chosen, climed unto the bed, and let my hands roam over my body. My fingers sought the pleasure Tony had denied me for years. Tears streaming down my face even as I came, shuddering ageist the sheets. When it was over, emptiness filled the space desire had been. This was it. I was done. I picked up the phone and typed the words I never imagined Iâd send: âI need a divorce.â Within minutes, Tonyâs name lit up my screen. He called again and again, but I let the phone buzz. My decision was made, I cried myself to sleep, clinging to the faint hope that Iâd wake up and this nightmare would be over. ~.~. Morning came too quickly. Sunlight seeped through the curtains, highlighting my swollen puffy eyes. My phone was heavy in my hand, Tonyâs missed calls glaring back at me. The door bust open startling me. Tiny was in the doorway, his suit immaculate, his hair perfectly styled. He looked every bit of the man Iâd fallen for, and I hated him for it. âWhat was that text about?â He demanded, his tone sharp. âDo you even understand what youâre saying?â âYes,â I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. âI want a divorce.â His eyes narrowed. âDo you want your life to go back to square one? Think about what youâre asking for.â âI donât care!â I snapped. âI saw you, Tony. I saw you with her. Did you even remember it was our anniversary yesterday?â His expression flickeredâguilt, perhapsâbut it was gone in an instant. âLetâs discuss this later,â he said, brushing off my words. âGet dressed, we have a family dinner to attend.â âIâm not going,â I muttered my resolve hardening. âYou have no choice,â he said coldly. âFix yourself up. Your hairâs a mess, and your eyesâŠ. You look terrible.â He gave me a scornful look as he exited the room, leaving me seething in silence.Brittneyâs povI checked my reflection for the tenth time, smoothing my blouse and second-guessing my outfit. It was just a work trip.Just a business meeting. Just me and Jordan. Alone.I groaned, tossing another blouse into my suitcase and immediately regretting it. Was it too formal? Too casual? TooâŠsuggestive?From the couch, flora let out a dramatic sigh. âYou do realize youâre just going to work, right? Not a romantic getaway.â I shot her a glare. âI know that.â She smirked. âThen why are you packing like youâre meeting a sugar daddy?âI grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her and she dodged it easily, laughing. Flopping onto my bed, I exhaled. âI donât want things to be weird.â Flora wiggled her eyebrows. âWeird? or hot?â I threw another pillow at her. Iâm She caught it, grinning. âLook, I get it. Youâre flying to Aspen with your hot CEO, staying at a luxury resort, and pretending that youâre just his assistant. But we both know thereâs something there.â I scoffed. âTh
Jordanâs POV Nate and I were still talking about Brittney when Phoebe walked up to us, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face. âMom wants to speak with you,â she said. I exhaled through my nose. âTell her weâll be there in two minutes.â Phoebe rolled her eyes but didnât argue. She turned and walked back inside, leaving me with Nate. Nate smirked at me. âYouâre way too tense man.â I narrowed my eyes at him. âYouâre still staring.â âBecause I know you,â he said, shaking his head. âAnd I know when youâre trying to act like somethingâor someoneâ doesnât matter.â I didnât take the bait. Instead, I shoved his shoulder lightly. âCome on. Letâs get this over with.â We walked inside, heading towards momâs room. She was waiting on the edge of her bed, reading glasses perched low on her nose as she scanned a thick stack of documents. A faint trace of her signature perfumeâjasmine and something sharp underneathâ lingered in the air. She barely glanced up as I entered. âJordan.
Jordanâs POVThe car rolled up to a stop in front of the mansion, a place I hadnât seen in months. As the gates slid open and I pulled in the driveway, a familia scent drifted through the windowâthe fresh fragrance of lillies and roses from my motherâs garden. I stepped out and let the night air settle around me. Everything looked the same, yet the house felt strangely empty, like a grand stage without actors. I walked towards the garden, drawn in by the flowers, my mother adored. Plucking a few lillies, I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. They smell just like they did when I was a childâsoft, pure, untouched by time. The moment of quiet didnât last. âSurpriseeee!âThe house lit up in an instant. Laughter, clapping, and the voices of familiar faces filled the space. My mother, my sister, my bestfriend, and a few others stood before me, smiling. Nate was the first to reach me, a grin splitting his face. âDidnât think youâd drag your ass back here.â I chuckled, shaking my
Jordanâs pov. The day I returned to New York, everything feltâŠ. different. Auroraâs design, my empire named after my mom, stood tall amidst the steel and glass jungle of the city, a monument to years of sacrifice and ambition. But walking back into its walls after months overseas, something shifted. It wasnât just the familiar scent of polished wood and designer cologne in the air, or the sight of the busy employees passing through the open spaces. It was the quite realization that I was no longer the same man whoâd left months ago. I was here to now settle the pieces. The expansion into Europe was critical, but it wasnât the design or the market that kept my thoughts occupied. âWelcome back, Mr. Carter.âHayes, my HR lead, approached with his usual polished order. I nodded, aknowledging his presence as we walked towards my office. âThings have been running smoothly in your absence,â Hayes began, his voice professional. âThough, Iâd love to bring your attention to a few matters.
Brittneyâs povI froze. My brain scrambled to recall the key points of his speech, but my nerves betrayed me. âWell, uh..you mentioned the new expansion intoâŠâJordan raised up his hand, I took it as my cue to shut.. the.. fuck ..up. âIf youâre not listening why are you here?â My cheeks burned in embrassment as I stammered. âIâŠI was listening, I justâŠââEnough,â he hissed, turning his attention back to the table. I felt like disappearing, tears pricked the coner of my eyes. I know I shouldnât feel this way, but how could I not? Being scolded, isnât something new to me, but coming from someone like him. It made my heart ache.He continued adresssing the meeting, and I tried as much as possible to avoid his gaze. But I failed every attempt. When the meeting closed, and weâre back at the office, he said nothing. I kept glancing at him, for clues, anything at least. But his expression was neutral. I felt worse.But I kept my composure, I donât even know how the remaining time went
BrittneyI stood in front of a massive company, aurora designs. This job was my last hope after countless rejections, and I couldnât afford to mess it up. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my bag. I squared my shoulders, forcing myself to take steady breaths before stepping inside. The lobby was breathtaking, polished marble floors, enormous chandelier and gleaming steel accents that screamed sophistication. The company was a hive of activity, workers bustled about with purpose. I approached the front desk, where a poised receptionist approached me with a polished smile. âGood morning, welcome to aurora designs, how can I help you?ââIâm here to meet Mr. Hayes, from HR,â I said, hoping I sounded more confident that I felt. She nodded and directed me to the elevators. âTake it to the twelfth floor, his office is on the left.â I thanked her and stepped into the elevator. This was it, the opportunity to prove that I could stand on my own, away from the shadows of Tony and hi
Tonyâs pov Since Brittney left, Iâve been telling myself itâs for the best. Itâs easier this way. She was never more than a convinenceâa solution to a problem I needed to fix. Now that sheâs gone, I can finally breathe. At least, thatâs what I keep telling myself. The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, the glass heavy in hand. I sat in my office, the silence pressing against me but I ignored it. I ignored everything. Sheâll come back, she always does. For three years I watched her cling to me, like a month to a flame. Desperate for something I never promised her. Love? That was never part of the deal. I gave her my name, my status, a life most people will kill for. What more could she possibly want? But she left. Women like Brittney donât last long without someone like me to keep them afloat. Sheâll realize it eventually. The world outside my name isnât kind to women like her. The phone buzzes on the desk, Ameliaâs name lightening up the screen. Persistent as al
Brittney Brittneyâs pov âIâm being honest,â I said, meeting his gaze. âSomething this family seems to be having a hard time with!â âYouâre overreacting,â he snapped. âThis isnât the time or place for this.â âWhy not?â I shot back, my voice trembling. âThis family has never had a problem tearing me apart in public. So why canât I speak my truth?â Lorraine cleared her throat, giving me a pointed disappointed look. âDear, I donât think this is the appropriate time toâŠ.â âNo!â I interrupted, turning my attention back to Tony. My heart was beating faster than it should but I refused to stop. âIâve spent three years giving everything I have to this marriage. Three years trying to prove myself to you, to your family, to everyone. And for what? To sit here and be humiliated while you say nothing?" âBrittney, thatâs enough,â Tony growled, his voice low and threatening. âItâs not enough!â I said, my voice rising. âDo you want to know what I texted you last night, Tony? I told you
Brittney I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the navy-blue dress over my hips. It clung to my frame, in all the right places, elegant and simple. The color complimented my skin tone, and for a moment, I thought I lookedâŠ.pretty. Not beautiful, but good enough. Or was I fooling myself? The voice in my head whispered doubts as I adjusted the hemline. Was the dress too plain? Too cheap- looking? Would they see me as an outsider I already felt like?I thought of Lorraineâs sharp words, Margretâs snide remarks and Tonyâs indifference. No matter what I didâwhat I wore, how I styled my hairâ it would never be enough for them. And maybe deep down, it would never be enough for me. Tonyâs arm rested around my waist as we entered the moores grand dining room. His touch was light, almost absent, but it sent a shiver down my spine. Not a shiver of excitement but the chill that no matter what how clear he seemed, Iâll always be alone. The room fell silent as we stepped in. Lorraine s
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