DATED HIS EX-BESTFRIEND: REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND

CHAPTER FOUR

Emily's POV

Shame and embarrassment coursed through me as I made my way to the basement that was now my new home. My legs hurt like hell and the space between my legs felt like it had been damaged. Probably because it was.

I was almost naked, Ramon had stripped my clothes earlier in anger when I didn't do as he said. He ignored every single plea that had escaped my lips. I was undefiled, I had never had s*x with any man before so I pleaded with him to think that action through.

But he had slapped me for defying him. He had tied my wrists that still hurt so badly to the headboard of his bed with his tie and had his way with me painfully. I was sure everyone in the house would have heard how loud my cries of pain were.

Maids gave me mocking stares as I made my way downstairs, to that cold basement and I suddenly wished the moon goddess would take my life. I was useless. Filthy. Without a mate and without a purpose to live. What was the use of living?

I made it to the cold room and slumped to the ground as my legs gave way. Sobs wracked out of my lips as I curled on the cold floor, crying out the pain and torture I just went through. My own husband raped me on what was supposed to be a memorable night.

I would kill him. I would kill him with my bare hands and make sure I watch the life snuff out of him myself. I couldn't even wash away the filth from my body, it was stuck to me already.

I had no idea when I fell asleep on the cold tiles but when I opened my eyes to the sun rising, I let out a groan of pain. If I felt pain yesterday, today was worse. My entire body ached and my legs were sore as f**k. I managed to drag myself off the ground anyway and walked to the bathroom that was surprisingly cleaner than the bedroom itself.

I washed the dirt, c*m, and blood off my body with the warm shower, wincing in pain when the water touched sensitive parts of my skin. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I had made up my mind to act like a part of me hadn't died last night. I got dressed and stepped out, my chin high and my steps coordinated.

Luckily for me, neither the bastard Alpha nor his sister was awake, so I was able to leave the house in peace. I almost thought the guards would stop me from leaving but they simply stared at me with scorn before letting me leave.

The moment I got to the office, news about my wedding to Ramon had spread like wildfire and everyone was busy congratulating me for bagging such a man. If only they knew. I accepted their well-wishes with forced smiles and fake words before finally making it to my office.

I had to work. Anything to get my mind off the disaster of yesterday. I had barely sat behind my desk when the phone rang and I flinched. I shakily reached for it and sighed in relief when I heard Sandra's voice from the other end.

“Ma'am, you have a package in your name.” She explained and my brows furrowed in confusion.

“A package? I didn't order anything. Are you sure there's no mistake?” I asked.

“It has your full name ma'am. It's a small parcel, maybe something you ordered a while ago.” She responded and I let out a sigh because I didn't remember ordering anything at all. I wasn't allowed to.

“Bring it to me then. Thank you.”

Minutes passed before Sandra knocked and walked into the office with the parcel in her hands. She nodded at me respectfully and placed the parcel on my desk, which I stared at warily.

“You know what's in there?”

“Would you like me to check it for you?” She asked and as much as I wanted to say yes, I hesitated. What if it were important classified information?

“I got it, thanks,” I muttered and she hummed in response but didn't look like she was about to leave. “You need anything else?” I asked and she nodded before moving closer to me.

“Are you happy with him?” She questioned and I froze.

“What?”

“Alpha Ramon. Are you happy with him?”

“Can we talk about this later? I've got work to do.” I said hurriedly and a disappointed look clouded her face as she walked out of the office. Was my pretentious mask slipping?

My eyes caught sight of the parcel on my desk and I finally reached for it, tearing it open. It was a box. I opened it to see a smaller box and the more I kept opening, the smaller the box inside. I got frustrated and was about to throw it away when I finally opened the last box. Inside it was a neatly folded paper that had my initials written on it in bold.

Whoever sent this must have used the boxes as a protective measure. Smart, I had to admit. I slowly unfolded the paper and the content had me freezing in my seat.

“I'll keep it simple. Come work for me and I'll help you escape. We'll get rid of your enemies together.”

I frowned. There was no name or contact whatsoever, but there were two initials at the bottom of the letter that read: A.A.

Who the f**k sent this? How was I supposed to work for you if I didn't know you?

“How absurd.” I tsked in annoyance and tossed the paper into the bin, as well as the stupid boxes that came with the parcel. I couldn't believe I felt hopeful for a second that I could truly get away from this hellhole.

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Two weeks had passed, and the parcels kept coming in every day, same boxes, same letter, no way to reach out to the fucker who kept sending them. I would track the parcel, but I have no gadgets with me except the company's computer, since Dad thought it was wise to take everything I had with me. Every search history was monitored by him so I couldn't try to escape if I tried.

Life was hell with Ramon but these letters pissed me off even more. Who the f**k was it? Shouldn't the asshole be smart enough to know that I can't reach them?

I stood by the door as I took deep breaths in, feeling a little too light-headed today. My body had been aching in weird ways and I felt too dizzy whenever I did anything. The moment I placed my bag on the desk, the parcel was there, again.

In anger, I flung it across the room when my insides churned and I rushed to the bathroom. I threw up everything I had in my stomach, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, the symptoms finally began to make sense.

Throwing up. Dizziness. Tiredness. All signs of morning sickness.

Could it be…