CHAPTER 1

SAMANTHA'S POV 

"Is my husband home?" I asked as I stepped out of my car catching sight of Emilio's Buick in the parking lot. It was unusually off as he had told me that morning he had a lot going on for him at the office while I left to get my hair done.

The servants were all staring at me awkwardly like there was something off and would not answer me. I recalled this scenario like a deja Vu had hit me. The awkward silence and glances. Emilio was at it again and this would certainly not be the first. Quickly I pushed my key to the potter standing before me and angrily made my way into the house.

The shock I got started from the sitting room upon seeing the female handbag on the sofa and there were clothes littered around the area. Two glasses and a bottle on a stool. I nearly could not believe my eyes but I was surprised, absolutely not. I wanted to scream his name and go upstairs and make a scene but the question on my mind was clear. How much more drama would I be making over a man that clearly would not change. So I changed my mind as I started walking up the stairs. There was a loud spanking sound and then a moan and only then did I close my eyes in vain hopes to get the picture on my mind off.

I knew I should have stopped myself but I could not help my curiosity as I made my way all the way up and to the bedroom area. The door was open halfway which made it easier for me.

"Go on Hailey, be a good girl and give daddy your best." 

I could not believe it when I walked in on my husband with his secretary. This happens to be the upteenth time that I would catch Emilio in the act of cheating which makes me wonder if he ever really gets tired of it. But each time I try to walk away, Emilio finds a good reason to make me stay. We have not even had any form of intimacy in the last two years since I lost the baby.

I know he secretly hates me but it was not my fault that he happened to be away when I needed him the most. 

However this time I would not just run away. Perhaps it's high time two plays at the game. 

Standing there was going to change nothing. I loved my husband so much that I wanted to be with him. A lot has been ongoing in our marriage since I lost my second pregnancy. Two failed attempts must have changed a lot between us but how selfish of him to try and make it all about himself. I too was hurt because I was the one bearing the child within me. I alone had bled it all out and while he was out there on some wild goose chase of a contract when he should have been there, it was I alone at the hospital for two whole days alone before he returned from his trip.

Quickly and quietly, I turned away as neither of them had seen me leave. I went downstairs and made my way to the bar area where I grabbed myself a good bottle of wine. I needed it in my system. The alcohol should probably soothe my aching heart as that was all I craved for. While drinking, I could hear them. More or less I could hear her as she moaned for the very man I once loved. The same man I would have done anything for. He barked out commands to her, the whore. I remembered her so much from the moment he introduced her as his new secretary. And this was only a good confirmation of my suspicions.

With every minute his domineering voice ordered her, I felt chills down my spine. I felt so much desire and want yet even greater pain as I got tired of taking from the glass. I grabbed the entire bottle and started gulping away with my mind in a frenzy. I had some of its contents spill on my gown which was white but I cared less. In that instant his phone in the sitting room started ringing and perhaps I might have thought to ruin a contract out of anger but when I got to the phone, it was his manager at one of his all too many clubs. 

"Hello..." I said softly

"Sir...oh sorry ma'am. Is your husband available?" he asked

"No. But I can relay your message." I said and drank from the bottle again

"Okay. Just let him know that the we would be proceeding with closing entries for new strippers tomorrow as promised and would begin the screening process." he said

"Sure." I responded and hung up.

Only then did I realize that the house was unusually quiet now and then I turned to look upstairs. He stood there naked without shame as he glared with so much darkness in his eyes. The whore stood shamefully behind him with fear that she had been caught in her undies, obviously skeptical about getting her clothes but when she noticed my attention was not even on her, she hurried downstairs and gathered up her clothing muttering whatever would pass for an apology as she quickly swept past me. 

"Bitch." I said after her and then turned to my husband who was now making his way downstairs totally unclad.

I scoffed.

Question on my mind was when was the last time I was privileged to see him walk to me as he was now.

"Have you been drinking Samantha?" he demanded.

I smiled as I raised the bottle to my lips once again but realized it was all gone. Looking at him now, the smile spread out even more as I raised my hand and let the bottle fall to the ground as a musician would his microphone at a concert. The bottle shattered on the hard floor.

"Boom!!!" I said

"Are you out of your fucking mind woman?" he demanded angrily.

I did not answer him because there was no point. My vision was fuzzy but I wanted to go upstairs. I staggered past him but then he caught me by the arm and pulled me close.

"Let go." I said with a warning hint coming into my eyes.

"You said you stopped drinking." he said close to my face

"What do you care about? Let go!!!" I yelled and pulled my arm away from his grip.

I started away drunkenly and started climbing the stairs. I was staggering but eventually I made it all the way up.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked behind me.

I merely turned to look at him as I blew away the strand of hair that was covering my face now. Emilio was pissed and climbed up in a frenzy. It was so quick before I could even make a staggering turn, he had me and whirled me around with my back against the wall as he trapped me. He was glaring at me but then even as much as I wanted to sink into his arms, the disgust of what he had just done was overwhelming so I placed both my hands on his chest and pushed him away before making a staggering run as tears poured down my face to the bedroom where he had defiled with his filth. I made for the floor and sat down there crying. He did not come after me. He had given that up a long time ago.

Perhaps it must have been a couple of hours later that I had woken up to a quiet house. My eyes felt really puffy and I was not yet quite sober but there was something on my mind. I made my way all the way downstairs to the bar counter where I had left my phone earlier. Emilio's clothing was not there and neither was his stuff, he must have left. That was one thing about being married to a narcissist who felt nothing could be done as he would always win. This time, I was going to turn those tables.

Quickly I searched on his website and found the advert for the new strippers. I logged in and created my profile as I applied with a coded name, Kitty. 

The moment I was done with that, I searched for a number. A couple of rings afterwards and he picked up the phone.

"Mrs DeGeneres?"Dominic called out to me

"Hello Dom, please initiate the process of divorce. I need the papers tomorrow." I said

"Samantha is everything alright?" he asked quickly

"Everything is fine Dom." I said

"Do you want me to come over?" he asked again.

I thought about it for real. Like I actually wanted him to come over as memories of his physique flooded my mind including memories of that day at his office. 

"No Dom. Just get the papers ready tomorrow." I said knowing well enough he would definitely get it done. No questions about that. It was time to start plotting my revenge on my narcissist husband.