My Wife's Hell

Nik-a*s.

She inserted the key into the door's keyhole and turned it slowly and deliberately, opening the door quietly and slowly so that no one inside would hear her. Stealthily, she tiptoed through the darkness of the Palace, with only a few dim lights illuminating her way. After closing the door behind her, she found him standing before her like a statue, his arms crossed over his chest, calmly asking her in a pre-storm calm voice:

"Where have you been until this late hour?"

"None of your bee's wax?" she replied.

He looked at her in disbelief; how could she answer him so coldly? Lowering his arms by his sides, he took two steps towards her and raised his voice slightly in anger, "Of course, it's my fucken' concern; I am YOUR HUSBAND."

"It doesn't matter. I'm tired, and I want to rest for a bit. Besides, I'm hungry and haven't eaten anything since I left," she replied indifferently, moving to walk away calmly. But he grabbed her arm as she passed him, pulling her to face him. Then, with clenched teeth, he spoke in a slightly raised tone, "You won't go anywhere until you tell me where you've been. Do you know what time it is? It's one o'clock after midnight, Mrs. Savin."

Angel rolled her eyes with boredom, annoyed by this act, and looked at him with anger. But she sighed with little patience and replied without a care, "I was at Sandy's house. I went to visit her for a while. Is that alright? Now, let me be; I want to have dinner."

He released her arm and sighed deeply, saying, "Хороший (Fine), but... let this be the last time you're late in coming back. Understood?"

She rolled her eyes again and shook her head with boredom, walking away from him silently. He sighed with frustration, stomping his foot on the ground, and then followed her up the stairs immediately.

She entered her room and closed the door, but before shutting it completely, she saw him entering the adjacent room. The mere thought that his Mistress was in that room, and he went to her, leaving her alone in the room they used to sleep in together, caused her PAIN.

Normally, when Angel put her head on the pillow, she would fall asleep immediately. But tonight was different; despite her numerous attempts, she couldn't close her eyes. She saw the light of the sun seeping through the small windows across their rural bed, announcing the arrival of the morning while she remained awake.

She looked up at the ceiling absentmindedly for a minute, then sighed deeply, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. After a while, she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her formal work attire, consisting of tight black trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt with a black necktie.

After combing her red hair, she left it cascading down her back, reaching below her waist enchantingly. She then grabbed her bag and headed towards the door of the room.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks before leaving and turned to look at the white wardrobe with gold patterns, like most of the furniture in the room. That wicked smile slowly formed on her lips. Without further ado, she turned back inside, opened the wardrobe, and picked up that black skirt.

She took off the trousers and replaced them with the skirt. Feeling somewhat satisfied when she saw the skirt reach just above her knees, or in other words, barely covering her butt, she left the room and headed downstairs.

She descended the stairs to find Nikolai and their little daughter sitting in the dining room, accompanied by that freaking orange – as she liked to call her. She walked directly towards them, sighing deeply to steady her breath.

"Good morning," she greeted them with a cheerful smile as she entered, catching everyone's attention. Jasmine responded to the greeting with annoyance, while Nikolai remained silent, glaring at her with caramel eyes filled with anger.

She ignored his intense gaze on her bare, oval-shaped legs as if he was warning her. They both sat next to their daughter, far away from him as he occupied the head of the table, with their daughter on his right and Jasmine on his left.

She held the fork and started eating quietly, avoiding looking at him. But she suddenly smiled when she heard his calm voice trying to hide his concern, "Why are you wearing these clothes? Are you going somewhere?"

"Sí, I'm going to work," she replied.

"What the hell? How are you going to get dressed like this?"

He yelled sharply, hitting the table with his hand, causing Jasmine to jump in surprise. She continued to gaze at him with cold eyes and answered him with a question, "What's wrong with my clothes?"

He wiped his face in anger, trying to reply calmly, "You can't go anywhere in these short clothes."

"I will go wherever I want," she retorted.

"No, you won't go out," he said firmly.

"Yes, I will."

She answered defiantly, clenching her lips, and he responded with more determination, "I said you won't go anywhere!"

"Why didn't you oppose me?"

"You are the one opposing, not me."

"This is my decision, and you will not leave the house."

"And this is also my decision, and I will leave the house."

"Angel!"

He shouted with emotional anger, his features contorted with annoyance, putting an end to the stubborn argument. That only fueled her determination, and she yelled in the same tone:

"Nikolai!"

"Are you mocking me?"

"No... you're the one imitating me."

Jasmine sighed with annoyance, watching this scene as if they were two stubborn children. Nikolai's anger grew, approaching her with his upper body leaning forward:

"Dammit Angel, what is this nonsense you're saying?"

"You're the one who started with the nonsense."

"Shut up now!"

"I won't be silenced."

He looked at her with anger, and his eyes glinted with a warning. Then, he narrowed his eyes and said with a calm voice that pierced through her bones, "Fine, Angel. Don't keep quiet, but you won't leave the house, and you won't work again!"

"You won't stop me from working!" she asked with a worried tone, her eyes pleading with him to deny what he had just said. But he smirked with pride, raising his head high and provocatively replied, "I will, and you won't work starting today."

Her lips tightened, and she stared at him with teary eyes, feeling close to surrendering in their first confrontation. She took a weak breath and said, "You can't prevent me from working. You also work, and did I stop you? This isn't fair."

He looked at her with rigidity for a few moments and then ordered her firmly, "Get up!"

"Why?" she asked.

"I said get up and follow me outside... now!"

He got up from his seat and immediately left the dining room. She sighed with frustration and looked at Jasmine, who was watching them silently with an irritating smile on her lips. She sighed sharply, glaring at her with a lethal gaze, and then followed him out of the room until he stopped in another room on the left of the stairs. As she entered, he turned to her, suddenly appearing right in front of her, not an inch of distance separating them. She became tense, swallowing quickly as she asked him with hesitation, "Wh-... what do you want from me?"

He looked directly into her shiny emerald eyes, increasing her tension, and then asked in a calm voice, "Why are you acting this way?"

"How am I acting?" It was as if her tension had paralyzed her mind, asking him weakly, her eyes focused on the details she loved about him up close. He clamped his lips tightly, gripping her hand, and retorted, his lips twitching with annoyance, "Don't act like a fool. You know what I mean."

"If I'm a fool, it's only for that reason. What about you, cheater Savin?"

She retorted sharply, pressing her forehead against his with determination as if her tension disappeared in seconds. He narrowed his eyes with frustration, taking a step back, muttering in annoyance evident in his demeanor.

"What the hell, Angel?" he muttered with frustration. "I am Nikolai Savin, not Savin."

"See? You're diverting from the main issue and objecting to the details," she said with a touch of stubbornness.

At that moment, he sighed helplessly, asking her with a sorrowful tone that appeared on his pale face: "Why did you change like this? You're not the Angel I knew."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she replied with a choked voice full of tears, "You're the one who forced me to do this. You betrayed my trust in you. You betrayed our love, our marriage, and that child we were blessed with, and everything. You betrayed everything."

Before he could answer her, she left him and rushed out of the room, heading upstairs almost running. He sighed helplessly, whispering to himself, "I wish you understood the reason that led me to bring her here, my Angel."

Angel stood on her room's balcony, hugging herself with her arms, and tears falling on her shiny cheeks. She sighed softly between her tears, but quickly wiped them away when she saw Nikolai leaving the house with that ugly orange, holding his arm possessively, and a stupid smile on her lips.

She looked at both of them angrily, her face scowling as she said sharply, "So he'll make her work and forbid me from doing so? He objects to my clothes but lets her walk around in that revealing dress? I'll show you, Nikolai! I swear I'll show you and this witch!"

She stormed into the balcony searching for her phone, and once she found it, she opened it and dialed Sandy's number. She pressed the call button and placed the phone to her ear, waiting for a response. However, Sandy didn't answer at first. Angrily, she called her again and again until she finally picked up on the fourth try, her voice sounding tired as if she struggled to catch her breath.

"S-salut, Angel."

"Why didn't you answer from the first time, for f**k sake?"

She wondered, breathing heavily with agitation, receiving a sarcastic tone from the other end in response, "Salut to you too."

"Sandy, I'm not joking. Why didn't you respond quickly?"

"I'm with Sébastien now."

"What are you doing with Sébastien?"

Angel's tone became more intense, and Sandy's voice responded mockingly, "Same thing you're doing with Nikolai in bed."

"Accidenti a te, Sandy, is this the right time for this?"

She screamed in frustration and sat on her bed, to which Sandy replied with a similar scream, "Why are you screaming now?"

"I... I want to kill him. He prevented me from going to work and confined me to the house."

"What are you saying? How did you let him do that?"

Sandy wondered sharply this time and pushed her blonde hair, adhering to her forehead, back with tightness. Angel sighed sadly and answered with a tearful tone, "I don't know, I just couldn't fight it. But I feel pain, my HEART HURTS!"

"Sébastien, leave me alone! I'm talking to Angel now."

Sandy shouted in annoyance and tried to push her fiancé away after he attempted to hug her and kiss her bare shoulder. He clenched his lips in anger and shouted secondly, "Screw you, Angel, ruining these happy moments."

Angel heard Sébastien's voice cursing her through the phone, so she scowled and pressed her lips tightly in frustration, saying, "I'll kill you, Séfuckien, if I see you! Let the girl talk to me for a bit, man!"

Sébastien pushed Sandy away, then got up from the bed with boredom, cursing both of them while putting on his underwear. Sandy glared at him and sighed, ignoring him, then turned back to talk to Angel.

"So, what are you going to do about this?"

"I don't know, please find a solution for me!"

Sandy remained silent for a few seconds, pondering, then spoke with concentration, "Bien, I have a simple plan, but I don't think you'll like it."

"Just tell me!"

The other pleaded, looking desperate. Sandy sighed deeply and sat up on her bed in her room, saying, "Alright, listen carefully!"

And Sandy began to explain the plan, while Angel listened attentively, and a wicked smile gradually formed on her lips.

Angel wasn't the only one talking to her bestie at that moment. Nikolai was also sitting with his bestie in his office after arriving at his company. Nikolai sighed, feeling uneasy, and said to his friend:

"Please, Nial, don't bring this up!"

Nial, with his blue eyes, occupying a leather chair in front of Nikolai's large desk, smiled mockingly and replied, "Non, you don't want to talk 'bout it 'cause you know you're wrong, don' you?"

"No, I'm not wrong. It's my right," Nikolai insisted and opened the top drawer of his desk, searching for his cigarette box. Nial looked at him, who have a blonde hair almost white— in shock, asking with a hint of disbelief:

"What right do you have, Nik? You married Angel after a long love story. What happened to make you betray her?"

"It's not betrayal," Nikolai answered, narrowing his eyes in a warning manner as he placed the tobacco he had picked up from the drawer between his lips and lit it. Meanwhile, Nial interrupted firmly, "Sans, it is betrayal 'cause Angel is sensitive and kind-hearted. She hasn't done anything wrong towards you to be replaced."

"No, she's done plenty wrong towards me. Ever since she gave birth to Nardeen, she stopped caring about me. She went to work at that snooty assed RAFFAELE's company and refused to work with me in my company."

Nikolai lit his cigarette, his features becoming even more tense as he remembered Raffaele. Nial's eyes widened in disbelief, and he leaned closer to him, almost shouting in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? How do you expect a girl to work in a men's UNDERWEAR company? What do you want her to do in your company? Become a male underwear model?"

"Hilarious. That's not funny, Nial."

Nikolai chuckled mockingly and averted his gaze away. Nial shook his head with exasperation, turning his back to him and muttering, "Oh mon Dieu! There's no talking to you, man. Let me ask you, how did you meet Jasmine?"

Nikolai exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that covered his face for a moment, contaminating the air. Then he sighed, looking at his friend and calmly replied:

"She was working as a personal assistant to Mr. Charlie, the businessman I traveled to Marseille with for the new deal. During my month-long trip, I got to know her well, and we ended up having s*x. Then, when I woke up in the morning, I wanted her to be my girlfriend."

"Aw, I think I might actually cry. This is a romantic love story that lasted between one night and the next morning. You know what? I feel sorry for Angel for still living with you in the same house after such a terrible act."

At that moment, Nikolai sighed with despair, looking at the other with concern, and his eyes glinted with a hint of fear as he said:

"I'm worried she might leave me!"

"If you're that worried, then why did you do it and cheated on her?"

"I don't know."

"Cheez, Do you know what? You don't even deserve to have a conversation with me. I'd rather talk to criminals than talk to someass like you."

Nial spat his words in Nikolai's face, his French features clearly showing frustration over his close friend's actions with his beloved wife. Nial knows that the love story between Nikolai and Angel is far from ordinary; it seems almost like a legend or one of those fantastical love stories that could become the most beautiful romantic novel. That's why he's deeply perplexed about the reason behind Nikolai betraying his wife, his lover, and the mother of his child in this manner. An open marriage? Really? This is not even in line with Nikolai religious beliefs; Nial finds it impossible to believe such a thing. Nevertheless, he contented himself with giving Nikolai a look of clear disdain before rising and leaving his office, heading to the police department in one of Paris's neighborhoods where he works as a detective. Meanwhile, Nikolai remained sitting at his desk, lost in his thoughts, trying to make sense of the mess he had created.

His phone rang, and he picked it up from his desk. Opening it, he answered calmly while still inhaling the poison of his cigarette:

"What?"

"Aşkım, I'll be going to the mall with my friend after work to buy some clothes."

His Lover's sweet voice came through, and he took another drag from his cigarette, asking nonchalantly:

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know, but I won't be late, probably after ten at the night."

"Alright, Jasmine... Just take care of yourself."

"I love you, Nikolai. görüşürüz tatlım (Goodbye, darling)."

"Bye."

He hung up the phone and placed it on his desk, then sighed with boredom as he opened the file in front of him to start reading and studying it. Time passed without him realizing, and his workday ended. He left the office, heading back home at seven in the evening.

He stopped in front of the grand Palace gate, and as soon as the guard heard his Porsche honk, he rushed to open the gate for him. Nikolai drove his car into the garden and parked it in the garage.

He stepped out to ring the doorbell, but there was no answer from anyone. He sighed with annoyance, cursing the maid under his breath, and took out the key, unlocking the door and entering.

As he stepped inside, he was struck with astonishment, his eyes widening in shock, and his mouth agape as he muttered in disbelief, "What in seven hells? Did an earthquake hit here? And why are there toilet papers all over the living room?"

When a teenager throws a party in their house while their parents are away and invites all their friends and even strangers, chaos reigns supreme, and that's exactly what Nikolai saw in his house.

All the lights in the house were on, food and drink leftovers were scattered on chairs and tables. Sofas, statues, paintings, and all the furniture were covered with toilet papers, and the walls were scribbled with colored pens.

"Ew, disgusting!" Nikolai exclaimed, curling his face in disgust as he accidentally stepped on an egg, causing it to break under his feet and its viscous liquid to cover his shoes.

His face twisted in anger as he walked around the place, surveying the damage. He wiped his face forcefully, as if trying to shed his skin while seeing his home completely wrecked, with some statues broken, and an antique black vase shattered, its pieces scattered everywhere.

"No, no, no... My dear mother's vase, no..." he cried out in sadness, slowly kneeling down and picking up a broken piece from the vase, holding it close to his chest as he choked back tears.

He left the broken piece on the floor and raised his eyes, his expression turning into terrifying anger as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "ANGEL RON PARKER!"

If this were an animated movie, the entire Palace would shake due to the intensity of his scream. He stood up from the floor, running towards the source of the loud music coming from inside the house.

He abruptly stopped in front of their bedroom when he heard the loud music, frowning. Then he slowly reached out, turning the doorknob until he opened it.

As he opened it, he felt the aura hitting his body from inside like a storm of loud music. He kicked the door with anger, making it open widely, then stepped inside, standing still like a statue. His tongue seemed to be tied, and his face showed the shock he experienced.