Chapter 1

Brittney

It's been three years since I married Tony, three years of being a maid to the moores. Life has been unfair, I cry myself to bed, hoping my husband would look at me with the love I deserve.

We married out of circumstances, Tony had a scandal which affected his company, in order to get rid of it, he needed a wife, someone he could lean unto. And I choose to marry him cause I love him. I’ve loved him for as long as I could remember, and what did i get in return? Nothing. He hardly sleeps at home but I’m hoping today he’ll do.

Today is our anniversary. I've made all kinds of dishes. Dishes I know my husband likes, I’ve worn sexy lingerie, hoping he’d use me the way he likes it.

The room is dimly lit with candles and the bed is designed with roses, I’d love to spread my legs wide and watch him eat me. My mind brings images of me moaning his name, while he teases me with his tongue.

My nipples perked on my bra, and my pussy clenched, my wetness dripping down my thighs. Jezz I need him right now, but where is he? The time is ticking, and I'm waiting. It's past 11pm, and my husband is not home yet.

Almost immediately, I received a message from an unknown number. Attached was a single photo.

My blood ran cold.

It was Tony.

My husband.

‘Keep waiting for your man while I fuck him. Happy anniversary sweetheart.’ Says the text, Tony was asleep in a bed, half naked, the lady plants a kiss on his cheek, her hands resting on his chest. I could barely see her face, she faced down, while her blonde hair swept his face.

No,” I whispered, “this can’t be real.”

But it was.

The timestamp on the photo was the exact time it was sent.

Anger surged within me, but it was quickly followed by something else.

Grief.

I had loved Tony for so long, even when I knew he didn’t feel the same. I had clung to the hope that someday, somehow, he would grow to love me. That the coldness in his eyes would thaw, that his distant touch would turn warm again.

But now, staring at the photo, that hope shattered into a million pieces.

How long has this been going on? Was this the first time? The hundredth?

Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall, not for him. Not for a man, who had broken every promise he’d ever made to me.

How could he do this to me? After everything I’d sacrificed for him, after all the times I had defended him to my family, to my friends, to myself.

Gosh!

I feel disgusted, tired and drained. But the first thing I can think of is enjoying my hard work first.

I mean those dishes I made won’t eat themselves.

But I didn’t have an appetite, so I lay on my rosy bed, and finger fucked myself, while fondling my boobs. I came hard on the bed, I’ve craved that sexual pleasure, the pleasure of being touched by a man, one Tony hadn’t given to me.

The marriage is a joke! I let out a bitter laugh as the reality dawned on me. It’s high time I walk away from this crappy life, from being looked down on. I picked up my phone and dialed Tony’s line, but it didn’t go through.

So I typed a text, one I know might break or make me. ‘I need a divorce.’ In less than five minutes , Tony starts calling my phone. I take a glance, ignoring his call. I’ve made up my mind, I cried myself to sleep, hoping when I wake up, everything would be a dream.

The morning sun seeped in through the curtains, and my eyes opened slowly. I could feel how puffy and swollen it is right now. I blinked continuously, trying to reset my brain from where I slept.

Ah! The photo. I brought out my phone to see multiple calls from Tony.

But, before I could respond, he barged in.

He’s in a sleek black suit, like he had somewhere important to be. His hair is styled just the way I like it.

He looks good, he knows it.

“What were you saying, on text?”he asked, his brow furrowed.

This man is getting on my nerves, how could he walk in and throw such questions in my face, when he didn’t come home last night, on our anniversary.

“I said I need a divorce.”

“Do you even understand what you’re saying?” he asked, like he cared. “Do you want your life to return back to square one?”

“Tony I don’t care what you think or say, I want a divorce and that’s it!”

I scoffed.

“I saw you Tony, sleeping peacefully in another woman’s arm while I waited for you. Do you even remember that yesterday was our anniversary?”

His expression flickers with something, guilt maybe in. “Let’s talk about this some other time, dress up, we’re going to our family dinner.”

“I don’t wish to,” I mumbled under my breath.

Being at dinner with his family is like a death wish, especially with his mom. God I hate her, I hate everything related to her.

I remember when I and Tony got married. On my wedding night, instead of being with my husband, lorriane told me to join the maids in clearing the celebration ground. And guess what? Tony didn’t even stand up for me, he left me, and went to bed without me.

Despite that, I’ve given her the respect she deserved, but it’ll end soon, I just need Tony’s signature on the damn papers and I’m out.

“Well you have no Choice, get rid of that messy hair, and apply some makeup, your eyes are puffy.” He gave me a scornful look as he exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.