My Wife's Hell

"Where are you going? The workday hasn't ended yet. It's not like you to leave home early." The other woman sighed with annoyance, gathering her belongings in her bag without lifting her head. She replied, "Yes, SANDY, it's not like me to leave early, but as you know, my HUSBAND is returning from his trip in the evening, and I need to get home early to prepare for his arrival." Sandy looked at her with mischievous glint in her green eyes and approached her, placing her hand on her shoulder, a teasing smile on her thin lips. "Wonderful... It seems Mr. SAVIN has finally remembered that he has a house, a wife, and a little daughter, so he decided to return after a whole month of absence. I'm really happy for you." A fake tear rolled down her cheek, and the other woman turned to her, looking reproachful, lightly tapping her arm in protest. "Sandy, please stop this heavy teasing. My husband is always busy with work, but he has his reasons. He travels and works to provide us with a comfortable life." The other woman rolled her eyes in boredom and sat back in her chair, speaking with monotony. "Oui, oui, I know he works to provide for both of you, blah, blah, blah. All this empty talk. I don't want to be the reason for your annoyance, but let me tell you, a man who LOVES his wife doesn't stay away from her for such long periods under the excuse of work." The other woman looked down, lost in thought at Sandy's words. If he really loved her, why did he keep distancing himself from her under the pretext of travel? She shook her head, pushing away these strange thoughts, and then slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her car keys, heading towards the room's door, muttering calmly to Sandy, "I'll take a week off from work. I talked to Mr. GIOVANNI, and he agreed to my request. So don't expect me at work this week, and I'll call you regularly to keep you updated." Sandy waved nonchalantly, her gaze fixed on the papers in her hand as she replied, "Well, no problem. I'll ask SÉBASTIEN to give me a ride to work on his way, and if he refuses, which I'm sure he will, I'll take a taxi. Don't worry; I won't miss you. In fact, you might find me at your house every day." She chuckled lightly at her best friend's annoyance and continued to complain about her fiancé's mistreatment. She waved her goodbye with a calm demeanor and then left the company. She took the elevator to the ground floor, descending from the fourth floor where her office was located. As the elevator arrived at her destination and the door opened, she saw Mr. Giovanni, the company's manager, was standing in front of her, waiting for the elevator. He smiled at her, and that dimple on his right cheek showed up as he spoke calmly, "Are you leaving now?" "Sí, Mr. Giovanni. Chiedo scusa, but I have to leave early." "Bene. You have your reasons. But why do you always annoy me?" he asked with a hint of mischief. She was taken aback by his words and his enigmatic expression as he approached her calmly. She noticed the significant height difference between them, as he was quite tall. She raised an eyebrow, asking nervously, "H-How do I annoy you, Mr. Giovanni?" He shook his head with a hint of sarcasm, replying with a childish complaint, "There you go again, annoying me. I've told you thousands of times to call me by my name, Raffaele. I don't like those silly titles that make me feel like an old man. I'm only twenty-nine, and those titles contradict our PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIP." She chuckled lightly, feeling a bit tense under his gaze, and replied calmly, recalling their intimate friendship from the past, "Alright, I'll try to get used to it, Raffaele." "That's good for now. I feel like my name sounds DIFFERENT when it comes from your LIPS." She smiled coyly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his lingering gaze, and retreated quietly to leave. "Well, I must go now... G-Goodbye!" As she left, he smiled sarcastically and muttered to himself, "This woman, why does she always act shy around me as if we weren't former lovers? f**k her husband." He rode the elevator quietly and went up to his office on the fourth floor, sighing with annoyance. He had never seen her so stubborn, especially after he had become more handsome and wealthier than before. But he smiled cunningly, a challenge gleaming in his eyes as he whispered to himself, "Let's see, Mrs. Savin, who will withstand till the end!" Meanwhile, she left the company, got into her Volkswagen car, and drove back home, or rather, the marital Palace where she lived. As soon as the gatekeeper saw her, he opened the gate for her to enter with her car. She parked it in the spacious garden's designated spot and got out, walking with tired steps. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head. The thirty years maid opened the door for her as she entered. No sooner had she settled in the middle of the foyer than her little daughter ran to cling to her legs gently. She laughed happily, forgetting the pain in her head, and then bent down to pick up her little one, kissing her plump cheek, playfully biting it as she asked, "How's mommy's sweetheart doing?" The little one giggled in a childish way, her emerald eyes narrowing just like her mother's when she laughed, and she replied in a childish tone, "I'm fine, Mamma, but I got bored being alone in t'is big place." Her mother walked toward the black leather sofa in the corner of the foyer and sat down, placing the little one on her lap, as she said, playfully biting her cheeks, "Don't talk again, my lovely girl, or I'll eat up all this cuteness, and then I'll return you to my tummy again. From now on, you won't feel bored alone because Daddy will come back in the evening from work, and he'll always stay with us; he won't leave." "Really, Mamma?" "Yes, my dear soul. Now come on, take your bath and have your meal. Let's get ready to welcome Daddy." She held her daughter in her arms, getting up from the sofa. She ascended the elegant wooden staircase that stood in the middle of the foyer, flanked by white marble, heading to her suite on the upper floor to get ready to welcome her husband after a MONTH of absence from her and the house. Later in the evening, she was combing her daughter's hair after dressing her in a small blue dress that covered her little knees. Her emerald eyes were as deep and beautiful as the sea, inheriting them from her mother. She styled her hair, putting it into two ponytails on either side, and just as she was about to place the last hairpin, she suddenly straightened up, smiling happily when she heard a car horn coming from below. She clapped her hands with joy like a child and cheered: "It's Daddy! Daddy is back!" She could hardly finish her sentence when her little daughter ran quickly, leaving the room and heading downstairs. Her mother followed her, walking swiftly, and a smile spread across her face, revealing the dimple etched on her right cheek. "Daddy, Daddy, I missed you," the little one exclaimed. The small girl jumped into his arms with joy as he bent down, opening his arms wide for her. He embraced her and spun her around happily, and the little one giggled playfully. He whispered as he kissed her cheek, "I missed you too, NARD." He gently put her back on the ground when he noticed his wife descending the stairs. She had an angelic appearance in her long wine-colored dress, bare-shouldered, which fluttered behind her in a captivating way. He smiled at her with longing and quickly approached her, enveloping her in a loving embrace, burying his face in her chestnut-red hair as he whispered with a voice choked with longing, "I missed you, MY ANGEL." She smiled against his hug, closing her eyes in enjoyment. She had missed the warmth of his embrace greatly. He then moved away from her and cupped her cheeks in his hands, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, expressing the depth of his longing for her. She closed her eyes, savoring the kiss with delight. How she had missed the softness of his lips against hers! "Sorry for interrupting this intimate moment between you two," a strange voice interjected. She reluctantly broke the kiss when she heard that strange voice intruding upon this delightful moment. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the stranger standing behind her husband, who was smiling with what seemed like a foolish grin. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at him with incomprehension. He remained silent, his honey-colored eyes piercing through her with concentration and that glint she knew all too well. Filled with curiosity, she asked the stranger in an inquiring tone, "Excuse me, but who are you?" The orange-haired woman approached her and extended her hand for a handshake, that foolish smile still on her lips as she spoke calmly, "My name is JASMINE, but you can call me JASE. I am HIS LOVER." Her eyes widened in shock, as if someone had just stabbed her heart with a dagger. She looked at the man who stood beside her, calm with his cold expression, and then turned back to the orange-haired girl, stuttering, "Wh-what do you mean you're his lover?" "Is there another man here? Oh, I guess he forgot to tell you about it, but let me explain. I am Jasmine, NIKOLAI's NEW lover. We just met this week, so I assume he didn't have time to tell you," Jasmine answered with a calm smile and gestured towards the so-called Nikolai with the same cold and icy demeanor. The wife looked at the stranger with disbelief and then turned to her husband, but the shock on her face soon turned into tension. With trembling lips, she struggled to ask him, "N-Nikolai, is what this woman saying true? How the hell is she your lover? I'm your wife. You have a wife." Finally, he lifted his head from the ground and looked at her with his drowsy honey-colored eyes, answering in a cold tone that showed no trace of remorse, "Yes, she is my lover." "You, piece of s**t! And you dare to admit this in front of me?" She exclaimed, her eyes blazing with anger, raising her hand to slap him across the cheek. However, he caught her hand, keeping it suspended in the air, and stared at her sharply, almost shouting, "What the hell were you trying to do, ANGEL? Did you try to slap me?" She jerked her hand away forcefully, looking at him with her glistening emerald eyes on the verge of tears. Then, she collapsed on the stairs behind her, sitting down. Her legs were too weak to hold her up anymore. She stared into space, speaking with a voice barely audible to those present, "Accidenti a te! Screw you, Nikolai! Did you really… Oh my God! You really came home with your secret lover! Your w***e!"