Revenge on My Husband

**Content Warning: Mature Themes and s****l Content** This book contains mature themes and s****l content that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16. It is a work of fiction and explores relationships and experiences that some readers may find explicit or uncomfortable. The content within this book includes intimate scenes and discussions that involve s****l activity, relationships, and exploration. These depictions are intended for mature audiences who can engage with such content responsibly and with a clear understanding of its fictional nature. We strongly advise that younger readers consult with a parent, guardian, or trusted adult before engaging with this book. Parents and guardians are encouraged to assess the appropriateness of the content based on the reader's emotional and intellectual maturity. Please be aware that the inclusion of s****l content serves a narrative purpose and is not intended to promote or condone any form of harmful or non-consensual behavior. The fictional elements presented in this book should be understood as separate from real-life relationships and interactions. Ultimately, it is important for readers to approach this book with a discerning and critical mindset, recognizing the boundaries between fiction and reality. Prologue "Cheating is a choice," they say. And I find myself believing those words. It's not an accident; it's a deliberate act. I never thought I would stoop so low, but after discovering my husband's infidelity, revenge has consumed me. How dare he betray me after all these years of marriage? I try to convince myself that it was just a fling, a one-time mistake. But how can I be certain he won't do it again, taking pleasure in the arms of another woman? It feels as if a part of me has withered away, leaving me breathless and broken. I never wanted to become the kind of wife drowning in the depths of infidelity, yet here I am, entangled with a stranger I met at a bar. I fool myself into thinking that this act will bring me some semblance of equality with David, but deep down, I know it won't extinguish the sweetness of this other man from within me. I'm trapped in this vortex of temptation, lost and dangerously relishing every illicit moment. Chapter 1 "Why isn't David picking up my calls? I hope he's alright." With a sense of anticipation, I gather my belongings and pack them into my bag. Leaving the office early, I planned to surprise my beloved husband, David, at home. Today is his day off, and I had told him I would be returning late. Little did I know that fate would grant me an unexpected gift—a canceled appointment with a client, allowing me to rush home and be with my husband. As an event planner in the bustling city of New York, I have built my own successful company over the past two years. Born and raised in Texas, I moved to this vibrant city after marrying David, the man who captured my heart during my first-year student year of college. He was a football player, and I admired him from afar, never daring to reveal my feelings for fear of rejection. It was at a friend's party that our paths finally crossed. While making my way to join my friend in the room, I inadvertently collided with David, causing his drink to splash onto me. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes meeting mine. At that moment, I found myself captivated by Daniel's gaze. Sensing his genuine concern, I concealed my excitement and replied coolly, "No worries. I'll just go to the restroom and clean up." With a hasty retreat, I escaped to the restroom to regain my composure. Little did I know, Daniel would be waiting outside. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of worry. "I'm fine," I replied, though secretly thrilled that he had shown concern. "I should be leaving now," I added, attempting to maintain a semblance of indifference. Surprisingly, Daniel offered to escort me home, an offer I accepted. And so, our love story began to unfold. Daniel, a successful lawyer, recently opened his own law firm in New York. The day of the grand opening was filled with excitement and joy. For reasons I couldn't quite fathom, the city's vibrant energy resonated with me, and I found solace in the warmth of the sun on my skin. After taking a leisurely stroll, I eventually hailed a cab to take me home. Eager to spend the rest of the day with my beloved husband, David, I arrived at our house. "David, I'm back!" I called out, expecting his cheerful response. However, a disquieting silence engulfed the house. His favorite TV show wasn't playing, and there were no plates in the sink—an unusual sight, as David rarely washed up after eating. Wondering where he might be, I climbed the stairs, my excitement giving way to a gnawing unease. As I approached our bedroom, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. "What's happening?" I whispered to myself, my heart pounding in my chest. With trembling hands, I slowly pushed open the door, revealing a sight that shattered my world. There, before me, was my once-loving husband, entwined with his assistant, Juliet. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a surge of disbelief and pain course through my veins. They were so consumed by their actions that they hadn't even noticed my presence. "David!" I screamed, my voice filled with a mix of rage and heartbreak. It reverberated through the room, drowning out the sound of my racing heart. "What the hell are you doing?" Their illicit embrace abruptly halted as they turned their wide-eyed gazes toward me. Shock mingled with guilt painted their faces, but it was the pleasure in Daniel's eyes that pierced me the deepest. At that moment, I realized I had never seen that look of passion in his eyes during our own intimate moments. It was a cruel realization that intensified the pain coursing through my veins. "I thought you said you'd be coming home late," David stammered, desperately grasping for an excuse. "Is that what you should be saying right now?" I spat, my voice laced with disdain. "Of all the things you could say, that's your response? Are you not even remorseful?" "Please, Cynthia, let me explain," Daniel pleaded, taking a hesitant step toward me, still naked. I raised my hand, silencing him. "Stay where you are," I commanded, my voice quivering with a mixture of anger and hurt. I shot one final disgusted, hatred-filled glare at Daniel before turning on my heels and storming out of the room. "Wait, Cynthia!" David called after me, his voice filled with desperation, but I ignored him. Moving at lightning speed, I descended the stairs, grabbed the car keys, and headed straight for the bar, determined to drown my sorrows in a haze of alcohol-induced oblivion. The drive was a blur as tears streamed down my face, blurring the city lights that whizzed past. The pain of betrayal, the searing ache of shattered trust, gnawed at my soul. How could the man I loved, the man I had pledged my life to, betray me so callously? Arriving at the dimly lit bar, I stumbled inside, seeking solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol. Glass after glass, I attempted to drown my sorrows, losing myself in a haze of bitter emotions and regrets. As the night wore on, the weight of my decisions and the tangled mess of emotions weighed heavily upon me. Revenge had led me down a treacherous path, but now, it was time to navigate the tumultuous journey of healing and self-discovery. The road ahead would be uncertain, but within the depths of my pain, a flicker of strength emerged—a determination to reclaim my life and find the happiness I deserved.