3 - Poisoned Mind

“When the mind is poisoned with doubts and lies, even with the deepest form of love, trust can’t cope up and will no longer prevail.” 

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SELENA.

I looked at the bright lights set in the garden of the Morgans’ mansion. Surely I looked great in this evening dress but my heart was filled with distress and sadness. 

This is supposed to be a special event for me and my husband, but I couldn’t even invite my own parents and relatives who are dearest to my heart.

Cecile and Bart didn’t want my parents who are mere farmers to be seen at such an elegant party with their important guests. 

My heart’s wound manifested through my long and deep sighs as I watched the arrival of the luxurious cars from the window on the second floor of the villas. 

Adding to my stress is the fact that I am not used to this kind of event. I am so afraid that I’ll make a mistake. The Morgans believed that this party would be a great opportunity to splurge their ill-gotten wealth, show off, and most of all, bribe his supporters with a lump sum amount of money.

A single knock brought me back to my reverie, and the door revealed my husband’s dazzling figure, “Love, are you ready? They are waiting for us.” 

I turned around and Drake’s eyes sparkled at the sight of me. His eyes lavished on my breasts and he licked his lips unknowingly. 

I knew that kind of look, and I gulped in excitement. I, too, felt the same. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off my husband. He looked really dashing in his navy blue tuxedo. I found the momentum to speak, “The tuxedo suits you well. You can never deny or hide, you were born with a silver spoon. Your figure says it all,” I chuckled and it made my breast jiggle.

That moment was game over for Drake’s self-control. He marched toward me and expressed his amusement. He cupped my face and instantly groped my breast with the other hand, “And so do you, my gorgeous wife. Damn! This gown sets you on fire.”

His actions escalated as he began squeezing my breasts. Eventually, his fingers slid inside my gown stimulating my nipples. I responded with a moan and teased him a little bit more.

“But, I must say, do not wear something this revealing next time. Your big breasts are peeking. It’s like an invitation for me to fuck you now or an invitation for me to kill whoever dares to peek at them. These are mine,” he bit his lips while continuously enjoying my nipples.

I must admit I liked it this much but I restrained his hands from moving further or else we would be missing in action at the party and just imagining Cecile’s face was exhausting, “Love…not here. People will see us.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Fuckshit! I would have gotten inside you by now if not for this stupid party.” 

I smiled at his frustration. One thing I loved about my husband is how he openly expressed his love for me, “For now, let’s endure it. I will satisfy you all you want. You can put it in every hole you can find in me.” 

I naughtily exclaimed and quickly grabbed his balls and rubbed his already-hardened penis.

Then I escaped that room while my husband chased after me.

The program was about to start, so the buzzing sound from the visitors' voices finally died down. They sat on their respective seats when the emcee announced his warm greetings to them. 

Bart and Cecile Morgan incessantly shook the hands of their supporters and biggest investors to ensure their win. 

Everything was going smoothly and only one last part remained.

The emcee called us on stage to announce Drake Morgan’s takeover of the Morgan Enterprise and asked us to give a short message to each other in celebration of our fifth wedding anniversary. 

My husband held the mic and as a real man went first, 

“My loving wife Selena, many people here are probably wondering why a Morgan like me decided to marry someone from an ordinary family…” he paused then continued, 

“Yet, that’s only the status they care about. What they don’t see is what I see in you. From the moment I first saw you, I knew who I wanted to marry,” his voice started cracking and my heart was flattered by his words. 

“And if I got a thousand chances I would choose you over and over again. It was not easy to stay by my side, but you did. I am so grateful, love. I love you and Happy 5th Anniversary.”

People couldn’t get enough of his cheesy lines to the extent that some of them even give him a standing ovation. So was I. My cheeks turned red and I was brought to tears.

Even if his family didn’t like me, as long as he loves me like this, I will endure everything for him.

I couldn’t find the words to top all that. So I shyly reached for the microphone and heavily breathed on it due to nervousness.

Yet even before I managed to speak up, a video started rolling on the screen behind us, something of which I was unaware.

If only I had known that this video would disrupt not only the whole party but my life, I could have prevented it the best I could.

I was frozen when I vaguely heard moans and sexual noises coming out from the video. The whole place heard it.

The filthy groan matched up and synced with the woman’s voice and action in the video. I wanted to look back but my body couldn’t turn around because I saw how the audience’s mood changed.

DRAKE.

I was standing on stage with my wife waiting for her sweet message for me. I was excited and there was rumbling inside me. 

We all thought everything was going well until this video played.

It was a sex scandal of a very beautiful lady who’s been intimately having sex with an unknown figure, and I was bemused.

Everyone was obviously baffled, and we were all caught up in this unbelievable demise.

Everyone was too absorbed in the explicit actions the man and the woman were doing in the video. Their noises got louder every second of their intense exhibit.

The happy moment was now filled with silence. People who were dancing and shouting a while ago have their mouths shut.

I looked at my mom and dad and signaled them to stop the slideshow, but that was before I recognized the woman.

By the time our senses came back, it was too late. I heard my mom hysterically screaming while my father was fumingly scolding his men to immediately find the source.

It felt like a nightmare to our family but most of all, to me. 

I looked closely at the big screen and stood frozen in front of the big screen staring at the disgusting movements. 

I don’t understand why but I couldn’t take my eyes off this woman, not even for a second.

Something tells me to take a closer look at the woman who was obviously indulging in having sex with an unknown male figure.

I didn’t even blink and held my breath for God knows how long until I found the very source of this indescribable curiosity.

A tattoo on her left butt cheeks was something I knew of. In fact, it was identical to the one I see each fucking night.

I felt the blood rushing through my veins,  and the saliva filling my mouth started foaming before I could even swallow it. I looked like a raging bull salivating because of anger. 

I took a step forward and felt the urge to kill someone. I clenched my fists and the hatred manifested on my face. My eyes got blurry and I was fixated on one person alone. 

The heavy pressure on my eyes was a combination of tears flowing from the inside, and the pressure daunting at him now. My whole body started trembling while contemplating ways to kill those people in the video.  

Why the hell not, if the gorgeous woman in the video looked exactly like the person I had a steamy moment with every fucking night in my own house, in our own matrimonial bed?

Translucent and flawless skin, a high pointed nose, beautiful pretty brown eyes, and wavy but silky shoulder-level light brown hair. 

Losing control, I grabbed my wife’s neck and choked her, “You!”