Wedding Aniversary
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DIAVA
Joe wasn’t just Diava husband,he was her sanctuary in human form. He was the quiet after her worst days, the steady hand that found hers in the dark, the man who made promises that felt too sincere ever to be broken. He memorized every inch of her as if it were sacred. Even the parts she once tried to hide,her stretch marks, her fears, her doubts,he treated them like something beautiful, something worth worshipping.
And as he do, today is their five years wedding anniversary. He bought the whole hotel down. Diava is already walking around,Her fitted red gown hugs her curves like it's painted on her, and that diamond necklace's sparkling' like crazy. She gives a queen's vibe, smiling around the room like she's owning' it. Living in their sweet moment.
Remembering how , Joe would kneel in front of her at night, resting his forehead against her belly, whispering.
“I’ll protect you,” he’d murmur, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll take care of you, I swear it.”
How he kissed her stomach like it held his entire world.
Thirty minutes passed, Diava kept looking at the door. Waiting. He said he’d be there. He promised.
"What taking him so long?" .
"Is he in danger?."
" Gawd don't let it be" Diava whispered getting scared, he doesn't come late like this before.
Her fingers shook as she reached for her phone, heart pounding against her ribs. Diava called him once. Twice. Again. And again. Nothing. No answer. No message. No Joe.
Panic began to crawl up Diava spine, tightening around her chest. This wasn’t like him. He wouldn’t just disappear—not tonight, not now. With unsteady breaths, she opened his location. Still at the hotel. Her stomach dropped.
If he was here… then where was he?
Or is he playing pranks on her?
Ignoring the protests of her mind, Diava pushed herself up. Each step felt wrong, too heavy, too fragile. But something deeper drove her forward. Fear. Dread.
The halls were cold. Quiet. Endless. Diava grip tightened around her phone as she followed the small blinking dot on the screen, her heartbeat echoing louder with every step. Then
A voice. Familiar. Intimate. Unmistakable. It slipped through a door left slightly ajar.
Inside , loud moans blasted through the walls, laughing together with it, sounding totally crazy.
A lady in bed, naked.
Her legs are wide, and Joe is between the legs. There's a black dildo with him which he's fuckin her with, guiding it slickly into her opening, and slickly out.
“arrrggh, your so sweet” he said, aroused. “so sweet like honey. I’m so damn lucky… I got to taste your tities.”
Everything inside Diava went still. Her breath caught. Her fingers numbed. No. No… that wasn’t,But it was. She pushed the door open. And there he was. Jeo. On top of a woman, like he belonged there. Like this was his moment. And this was his life.
There was someone beside him. Not her. His smile,that smile,the one she thought only her knew,was there. Just not for her.
“You were here…” Diava voice cracked, barely holding together as the scene settled like something suffocating in her chest. “The whole time?”
He turned. And just like that,the illusion shattered. The smile disappeared. His expression shifted, something caught between shock and guilt tightening his features. His arms instinctively went down.
Diava lips parted, words forming but never quite making it out. There was too much,too many questions, too much pain, too much betrayal crashing into her all at once.
A cry. Sharp. Fragile. Desperate. Fell down from her cheek. The scene sliced through everything, grounding her in a reality that demanded her choice.
Joe took a step forward, his voice low, almost pleading. “Wait,listen to me. I can explain.”
Diava step back"No,nooooo don't, don't .... even try" and she walked out, crying heavily.
She never thought she’d of her husband being a cheater… Three years of love… Five years of marriage after that…
And ,Now? This the reward. Not even any one , her same best friend.
And then her friend’s voice echoed in her mind “Men get bored after marriage… they always look elsewhere.”
She laughed it off that day… But it wasn't eating you up…,Today, she finally see is her,his concubine.
Today of all day...
Diava heart dropped… With shaking fingers, she opened her car door and entered.
She placed her head on the driving gear and she remembered him, behind her, arms wrapped around both of them like she were his entire world… she didn’t even know that picture of him on her best friend existed…
she wiped her tears and stop crying with the determination "SHE'S GOING TO RUIN JOE HERSELF, SHE READY TO BURN THE WHOLE WORLD FOR IT"
- Writer
