Billionaire Heiress Wanted A Divorce

Chapter 3 The One That Hurt Me

　　(Layla’s POV)

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　　Monday morning greeted me with the unwelcome sound of the rain petting the windows of my bedroom. I groaned while pulling the covers over my head, hoping the dreaded sound of the symphony of the rain would just go away.

　　I loved weekends as I could spend my lazy mornings with Max, but that particular weekend was awful. Turning to the side of my bed, I noticed he was no longer there, or had he ever come back home last night?

　　“Max?” my voice was met with silence except with the sound of uneasy breath coming from the tears that had wet my cheeks. He did not come home, nor did he answer my calls last night.

　　Half an hour later, finally, I dragged myself out of bed, shuffling to the kitchen in my fuzzy pink slippers. I made an effort to look sexy last night hoping he would come home to bed me. Well, the plan did not work.

　　He even forgot about our wedding anniversary. So, it was time for me to clean up the table that I had prepared with cold food staring at me.

　　The rain had turned into a full-blown storm which was strange to occur for the season. The sound of the wind howling like a banshee surprised me. But what surprised me more was my image seen in the mirror. My hair was stuck out in all directions, a perfect match for the chaotic sound of the rain outside my home.

　　I stood by the window watching the rain tapping against the glass. Lately, there had been a lingering doubt in my mind about Max. Disturbing whispers of a possible betrayal were stirring my heart and I found it difficult to shake it off.

　　As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I frowned thinking of what my best friend Emily said to me a week ago. She was coming hard on me about Maxwell’s possible infidelity, and I had pushed her away.

　　I had chosen to focus on something else instead; the love I shared with Max for several years.

　　I knew Max better than anyone, so I believed he would never betray me. We had built a life together, full of laughter, shared dreams, and countless sweet moments that made my heart swell with the warmth of his love for me.

　　And yes, there were signs that something might be wrong with us. Those late nights at the office with vague explanations and him not answering my calls when I needed him most. But, I was holding on to the belief that our bond was strong enough to weather any storm.

　　“Sweetheart”

　　I yelped hearing his voice standing behind me. His eyes were red looking as if he did not sleep the whole night, “Max, where were you? I was so worried.”

　　I moved to embrace him tightly and felt content that he wrapped his arms around me. “Sweetheart, you made dinner for me last night? (he sighed) I’m so sorry”

　　I felt a flicker of hope that things were going to be fine for us and maybe, just maybe, our love would come out stronger from that day onwards. But then, something caught my attention.

　　There was a hint of a scent of floral perfume on his shirt. It was definitely not mine. I moved away slowly to face him. His eyes on mine like there was nothing wrong, “Layla, what’s the matter?”

　　“Where were you last night?”

　　“At the office, working” he looked at me with a complicated-looking smile and planted a kiss on my coffee-stained lips. Although I should have wanted to kiss him back, my mind was busy with doubts about Max’s honesty continuing to haunt me.

　　Before I could begin to question him, he spoke first, “Layla, sweetheart, I have been distant, and I am sorry.”

　　Was that guilt that I sensed? I could see his complicated eyes staring at me in a way that I could not comprehend why.

　　“Work has been overwhelming, and I have been trying to close this deal with an important client. But by doing so, I have pushed you away. I’ll make it up to you, I promise” another promise made, which at that point of time meant nothing to me.

　　“Max, where were you last night? I waited and I called but –”

　　“Layla, I was working! I have been working hard for us!” I was startled to hear him raising his voice to me. Max had never done that to me.

　　“Y-you did not have to shout.. at me, M-max,” I stuttered on my words and took steps back seeing him looking tense from my question. “And why do you have a scent of another woman’s perfume, not mine?”

　　He started to sniff himself and shook his head, “Do you not trust me, Layla? What did you think I was doing last night?”

　　Fucking another woman, that was my first thought. “Tell me the truth!”

　　“At the office!”

　　“The whole night?” I took a deep breath to hold back my disappointment hearing him lie on my face, “Rory said you did not go to office yesterday and went for an unscheduled meeting. Where?”

　　I took a few steps towards him, but not too close. Gently, I whispered my words, “Are you.. seeing someone else?”

　　His eyes turned dark and moved to stare into mine with increased intensity. The veins on his neck were showing signs that he did not like my question, “Max, I waited for you the whole night.”

　　“It does not matter what I tell you, Layla. You do not trust me. What is the point of this marriage to go on if there is no trust between us?”

　　“Max, what are you saying?” I trembled to hear his words, not liking where our arguments were heading. “Is it divorce that you want? I would gladly give you that if you were f*****g another woman, Max!”

　　“Are you not happy with me? You doubt me. You fail to see all I do is to give you the life you want. More money, a bigger house, a better life. Are those not enough for you?”

　　I wondered how our arguments had turned around making him the victim. He had made me the one that should be blamed for his unhappiness. What did I do wrong?

　　Before I could answer him back, he took steps closer to me with his hands reaching out to my arms. He stepped closer, brushing his fingers on my arms, “Didn’t mean to raise my voice. I’m just tired from work, sweetheart. Stop thinking that I have another woman in my life. My love is just for you”

　　Feeling his lips crushed on mine, my heart raced with every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation. The world around me seemed to blur when I felt him lift my body in his arms.

　　It has been quite a long time since he last desired to make love with me. As he laid me down on our bed, I was surprised to feel his hardness brushing my already wet folds. “Max.”

　　I called out to his name seeing him tore my nightgown in a rush of his sudden desire to f**k me. He held my hand above my head when I tried to touch him. Never had he done that to me, forcing control over my body.

　　“Max, wait. I.. ah, ah, stop!”

　　Although I cried out his name wanting him to slow down in forcefully thrusting his hardness deeply inside of me, I kind of like it. The way he showed his lust for me made me feel wanted and desired. But it also felt kind of different. Never knew he was into hard s*x.

　　“Do you like that?” he asked while squashing me harder on my c******s, and slowly the pleasure that I was feeling at the beginning was turning into discomfort.

　　My legs were spread wide apart as he continued to arch his back to thrust deep inside of me. Feeling his hand on my neck, I felt the need to stop him from choking me out of breath.

　　‘What has gotten into his head?’ I wondered, “Max, stop. You are hurting me!”

　　After his many rounds of pushing deeper each time inside of me, I then felt the warm liquid of his semen leak out from my v****a. All the while, he had his eyes closed while he moaned in pleasure in finishing off his needs in me.

　　Was he imagining me to be someone else? Why did he not want to look at me?

　　“Did I hurt you?” he finally blinked his eyes open and asked after seeing me holding on to the pain he had caused. I lied and shook my head, pretending it was all good. Pretending, I had liked it.

　　We slept next to each other before he left again for work, not giving me a chance to talk about our argument.

　　In my messed-up mind thinking of the possibility of his infidelity, Emily called again, “What now, Emily?”

　　“Whoaaa.. I sense anger. Did you finally catch him cheating on you?”

　　“Stop it, Emily. We are fine and just had wonderful s*x earlier. You need to stop spreading this rumour of his affair”

　　I ended the call abruptly not wanting to talk about it. Walking next to a cabinet, I poured myself a drink.

　　It was then I received a video recording from an anonymous number. I dropped the glass that I was holding as it was showing Max having s*x with another woman.