BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND NOW HIS TWIN WANTS ME

Chapter 2

Frank's pov

“Like I Give a Damn”

“I need a divorce.” The words hung in the air, meant to be a bombshell, but all they did was make me stifle a laugh. Scared? Me? I stared at her as she walked away, genuinely amused. This was it, the one thing I’d been longing for. I don't love her anymore. How was that so damn difficult for everyone to grasp?

Three weeks ago, Dad called, demanding I come home immediately. I thought it was the usual routine, a business discussion, the inevitable chat about him finally stepping down, and completely handing the reins over. I headed straight for the house, ready to hear him out.

“Are you mad?”

His voice was a whip, harsh and sudden. I stopped dead in the foyer, the anger radiating off his face like heat.

“Dad, what’s happening? I literally just walked in, and that’s the first thing you say?”

“Yes. Answer the question,”mom barked as she descended the grand staircase. “Because if you are, you need to speak up so we can get you into a psychiatric home.”

I was completely lost. The look on both their faces was strange, almost terrifying. I might project a tough exterior, but when it came to my parents, I was gut-level terrified.

“I got a call from Mr. Peter. He told me you filed for divorce,” Dad said.

I froze. Stupid. That was a monumentally stupid move. I’d specifically told Peter to keep it under wraps, but of course, the family lawyer since I was three couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. I couldn’t completely blame him, though.

“Yes. I want a divorce,” I stated, keeping my voice level and calm. “I’m no longer interested in this marriage. I don’t love Vivian.”

“Frank, can you even hear yourself?” Mom snapped. “How long have you been married that you’re suddenly tired? Your father and I have been married for over thirty-six years, and we’ve never had an issue we couldn’t resolve.”

“This is beyond an issue. This is about love. You can’t force it. There is no space in my heart for Vivian anymore,” I insisted, my tone still steady.

“Your point is entirely invalid!” Dad slammed his fist on the nearby mahogany table. “For your information, you cannot divorce Vivian. This will bring a very bad name to the family.”

He paced a few steps. “I’m preparing for the election. The company is expecting some big investors to partner with us. What do you think they’ll say? Don’t you know this will utterly destroy our legacy?”

I hadn't considered any of this. But hearing him spell it out, it suddenly made a terrible kind of sense. Divorcing Vivian now would be a catastrophe for the family image. But how the hell was I supposed to live with a woman I felt nothing for?

“Vivian is barren,” I announced, the silence in the room making my words feel brutally loud. “She can no longer give me children, and I need a son.”

“Barren?” Dad’s voice was laced with disbelief. “She gave birth to a daughter for you, so what in God’s name do you mean ‘barren’? Do you even understand the meaning of that word, or do you just say it because it sounds easy?”

A wave of cold dread washed over me. I’d thought bringing up the need for a male heir, since Vivian had only given me Bella, would force them to reconsider. My plan was spectacularly failing.

“Look, Frank.” Dad walked right up to me, locking his eyes onto mine. “I don’t care how you get a son. If you like, go and have as many concubines as you need to produce one. But you will never divorce Vivian. Over my dead body.”

He spun around and stormed into the interior of the house.

I knew my father was a man of strict rules and no tolerance for nonsense, but this felt different. It felt absolute. Like there was a piece of the puzzle I was missing.

“Mom, please talk to him. I don’t love Vivian, and I can’t marry……”

The sharp crack of her hand against my cheek cut me off. The sudden sting and shock made me see stars.

“Don’t you dare raise your tone when talking,” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “If I ever find out that you, by mistake, try to file for divorce again, I will call your brother to come take over the company. Since you are proving to be incapable.”

I rubbed my stinging cheek, the pain a dull throb. The thought of my brother taking over sent a sheet of ice through my veins. Fredrick, my twin, had always been and still was their favorite. I’d always come second. They treated him like royalty. The very thought of him irritated me, and the fact that he was a mirror image of me made it worse. I’d finally found peace when he’d left the country for his Ph.D.

“Your father’s birthday is coming up in a month. Make sure you are here. With her,” she said, her voice dropping to a final, commanding whisper. “Frank, fix your home. A wise man fixes his home; he doesn't run away.”

She turned and climbed the stairs, leaving me alone in the oppressive silence.

“Are you okay? You seem completely lost,” Mary said, her soft voice pulling me back to the present.

“I’m fine. Let’s go inside,” I murmured, walking straight to the nearest couch.

“Honestly, I didn’t want her to find out like this,” she said, her tone soft and laced with embarrassment.

I reached for her hand and pulled her closer. “You don’t have to be, sweetheart. She would find out sooner or later, and the sooner the better. Now we don’t have to sneak to talk and see each other.” I said softly, sliding my hand inside her warm, wet p***y. Her folds parted easily, slick with her juices, as I pressed two fingers deep into her heat.

“Fra…ah…,” she moaned, the sound muffled against my shoulder. “This is a serious matter, and you’re still thinking of fucking.”

I smiled down at her. “’Cause your p***y is damn f*****g sweet. Do you know how it throbs for me? That’s why I keep running back to you,” I said, curling my fingers inside her tight hole, feeling her walls clench around me. I pumped them slowly, teasing her c**t with my thumb, watching her hips buck against my touch.

“Don’t worry about Vivian. I will take care of her. Let’s just focus on us now. That’s all that matters,” I insisted, drawing Mary closer. Her breath hitched as I added a third finger, stretching her, making her drip down my hand.

A frown creased her brow. “But your parents are dead set against the divorce. How are you going to manage this? Honestly, Frank, I’m tired of meeting you in hotels. I want to be your wife,” she said, her voice dropping to a plea, even as her body arched into my hand.

“I promise you, you will be my wife. And as for hotels, today is the last time.” I gripped her hands and stood up, pulling her to her feet. “You can come to the house henceforth. Anytime. Any day.”

A wicked grin stretched across my face. “Come on. Let’s go to the room. We didn’t finish what we started. That b***h couldn’t even let me c*m before interrupting.” I swept her into my arms, hoisting her up, my hand immediately finding and squeezing the firm curve of her ass. I kneaded the soft flesh, my fingers dipping between her cheeks, brushing her tight rear entrance.

She threw her head back and let out a bright, unrestrained giggle, hooking her arms tightly around my neck. As she leaned in to kiss me, I whispered against her mouth, “I will fill your womb today, make you mine forever.”