The Price of Betrayal

Chapter 2

Alex's POV

For the first time in a very long time, it felt like I could breathe well. I grinned as my whole face lit up. “Finally, Anita is leaving my life for good.”

Although I wouldn’t have preferred she found out that way, the deed was done.

My whole face lit up, and I was mesmerized just looking at her. Her fragrance was out of this world, and her nails were well-kept and painted maroon, which happened to be my favorite color.

She sat comfortably on my lap as her hands went around my head softly. Gradually, her hands slid down to my shirt and then to my waist. Linda knows her way to my heart, which is one of the major reasons I love her—among so many others. What’s not to like about her? She’s sexy, beautiful, with her perfect figure-eight curves. She’s so curvy that every man steals glances at her whenever she walks past them.

Aside from her physical features, Linda is an experienced and wealthy lawyer. She’s a major partner at one of the biggest law firms in town, owned by her father. Linda is the perfect solution to my financial crisis and failing business. A rich girl from a wealthy home who is willing to save my business from crashing loves me—who am I to turn her down?

“Hmmmm, your d*** is getting hard, baby boy,” she said as she stared at me while rubbing my big d***, which poked out hard, still in my trousers.

I lost control at that moment. All I could think about was sticking it inside her, but I couldn’t, not here, not now. We were in public, and besides, the whole issue with my wife still lingered in my mind, even if I convinced myself I wasn’t bothered.

Linda became very naughty as she tried dipping her hand into my trousers. “C’mon, Linda, we are in public,” I whispered into her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“We are at a club, for crying out loud. People do bad things at clubs, remember? No restrictions,” she said as she packed her hair back, ready to get down on me. Even as a celebrity, Linda has always been bold and did whatever she wanted.

“Look, babe, there are journalists all around with cameras. You’re a public figure, the daughter of a politician, for that matter. People are always waiting for you to make a mistake.”

“Duh! You owe me a good, long ride when we get home then,” she said.

“Of course. I know you love it rough—I’ll give that to you,” I responded as I tilted her neck slightly and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Linda remained on my lap as she vibed to the DJ mix booming from the speakers. My thoughts wandered. I had waited so long to ask for a divorce, and now that I had done it, I still had mixed feelings about it. It was strange.

“I can’t help but think about Duncan Motors folding up. We were just at the verge of releasing a new brand before the class action lawsuit hit. I really can’t afford to lose this business,” I said.

“I’ve told you time and time again, my father owns a law firm, like you already know, and I’m a major partner there. I can assure you—you’re in safe hands,” Linda assured me.

“The company also has a lot of debts, which is the major reason for the crisis,” I added.

“You ring this thing in my head daily. I’ve heard it over and over again. Like I keep telling you, you’re in safe hands. All I need from you is trust.” She stuck her nose in the air and continued, “We are at a party, for crying out loud. I need you to cheer up and have fun. Leave the worries and long talks for later.”

I nodded and started vibing to the music. My eyes wandered over the club. People were dancing, drinking, and having fun. Eventually, I looked toward the pillar on the right side, near the stage, and saw a familiar face.

Anita? Could that be Anita?

I chewed my bottom lip, trying to wrap my head around why Anita was here. Or could I be wrong?

“Why are you stressing over someone you already left?” Linda angrily threw my hands off her waist and stood up from my lap.

I was less concerned about her and more focused on what Anita was doing in a club. To my knowledge, she never went clubbing. I saw her dancing with another man, and jealousy burned through me—we weren’t officially divorced yet.

Anita whined her waist so well, wearing a tight, short gown that accentuated her curves. She was blessed with a massive front and back—what I initially fell in love with—but she rarely flaunted it. That’s why I was shocked to see her move like that.

She bent down and rolled her hips up sensually. All eyes were on her, making her the center of attraction in the club. It pissed me off. I just couldn’t take it anymore and stormed over to confront her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my fingers curling into a fist.

She heard me clearly but chose not to respond. She kept whining her body, ignoring me.

I didn’t realize Linda had followed me until she scoffed, “Is this what you do whenever your husband isn’t around?”

Anita shot back before she could finish, “How is that any of your business, you slut?”

Linda’s face reddened with rage as she grabbed a glass of wine from the rickety table beside her. “Say that one more time, I dare you.”

“Hey, let’s not cause a scene here,” I said, trying to calm things down.

I sized up the man Anita was with. He wore a plain white top—an expensive one—with blue jeans and a Rolex watch. I clenched my jaw. This man screamed quiet luxury.

“And who is this man?” My voice dripped with jealousy. It was obvious.

“Like I said earlier, how is that any of your business? You have your mistress with you, so what else do you need from me?” Her expression hardened as she spoke.

“Have you been cheating on me too? You didn’t even have the decency to wait until our divorce was finalized before running around with other men?” My face reddened with anger.

“Oh, really? Look who’s talking. Now you know what’s decent and what isn’t? Where was your decency when you were pounding this w***e on our matrimonial bed—on our anniversary, for that matter?”

I stood there quietly, unable to utter a word. Getting caught was the biggest mistake I ever made.

But I wasn’t surprised it happened.

I had delayed telling her for far too long.

“That doesn’t give you the privilege to start bitching around. You’re a married woman, for that matter.”

“Well, not anymore once you sign the divorce papers,” Linda added with a lopsided grin.

Anita was already boiling inside and couldn’t stand the rubbish spewing from Linda’s mouth. Before Linda could finish her statement, Anita moved toward her and landed a hot slap across her cheek.

“Oh my God! You slapped me?” Linda stood there in total disbelief, unable to process what had just happened. She wanted to retaliate, but Alex stepped in.

“Look around, Linda.”

All attention was on them at that very moment. Reporters started gathering with their cameras. As the daughter of a politician, Linda couldn’t afford to misbehave in public. She couldn’t risk being caught in a scandal—it could affect her father’s chances in the upcoming elections.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch this slut you call a wife harass me? I can’t believe you,” Linda said, still in shock.

“You know there’s nothing we can do about it right now. We can’t afford to create a scandal with the elections so close. Look around—reporters are everywhere, capturing every single moment. I’d advise we leave now,” I responded.

As we made our way out of the club, the crowd thickened, making it hard to move. Reporters swarmed us, snapping pictures and throwing all sorts of questions our way. Security had to physically push them back to clear a path for us.

As we stepped outside, heading toward our parked car, a black limousine suddenly sped in our direction and came to a sharp stop right in front of us.

Before I could react, men in black suits appeared behind us and ordered us to get in.

As I turned to question them, I glanced at Linda—and to my surprise, she didn’t look shocked at all. Instead, her face paled as she muttered, “Oh my God… please tell me this isn’t happening.”