Ms Johnson

Chapter one

Sam's POV

Smith Enterprise I read the huge sign on the 15 story building in front of me. Entering the lobby I make my way towards the elevator unable to contain my excitement. The receptionist does not realist I’ve entered as she’s busy gossiping with her fellow co-workers. Usually, I would scold them to get back to work but not today. I ignore them and walk towards the elevator in excitement, nothing will spoil my mood today.

Today I found out I'm pregnant and cannot wait to share the good news with my husband. I dreamt about this day for years. After two miscarriages and years of fertility treatment, we finally did it. Upon entering the elevator I press number 15 and waited patiently to arrive at my destination. 

Ping! The door opens and I enter the reception area on the 15th floor. Cindy the receptionist on the 15th floor stares at me in shock, her green eyes wide and staring at me without blinking. My mood instantly changes when I notice Cindy looking at me in shock.

 "Cindy are you ok, you look like you've seen a ghost" I rush towards the beverage table in the lobby and help her to sit down while giving her the water to drink. After drinking a few sips of water she was finally able to form words, "Mrs. Smith what are use doing here? You are not supposed to be here! I know I might get fired for this but you need to know what is going on behind your back. You have always been kind to me and saved my son’s life. I feel horrible for not informing you earlier seeing you have done a lot for my family. But I think it's best you find out for yourself what has been going on behind your back." Her words are scaring me and I can't help but feel worried. She points towards my husband’s office giving me a look to see what’s going on. I got up from the chair in the reception area and made my way towards his office. 

I cannot shake this feeling that something bad was going to happen. A few steps away from his office I hear moaning noises my curiosity got the better of me, I enter the room before knocking. 

After opening the door I was not prepared to see the scene happening in front of my eyes. I stood in the doorway unable to move or speak shocked by the scene happening in front of my eyes. My dear husband of 5 years standing naked from the waist down banging my friend from behind while Amanda is bend over his desk. Jason was the first to realize I've caught them in the act. "Why are you stopping honey?" Amanda asked in a tired voice and later realized why. 

Feeling the rage building up inside of me, I'm able to blow a gasket. I rush towards the minibar in his office and grab the first thing I could find. Jason pushes Amanda aside and walks towards me realizing my intentions.

"Are... you...Fucking...kidding...me?!" I shout as I threw a bottle of whiskey and few glasses at him not caring if he will get hurt or not. He ducks escaping impact, the glass shatters into tiny pieces against the wall behind him. 

"Can you stop throwing things at me?" He pleads as he struggles to put on his pants. He rushes towards me and painfully grabs my arm forcing me away from his minibar before I break more glassware. The smell of s*x and her perfume still lingers on him causing me to almost gag; I look at him with disgust.

"What did you expect? You only married me for money and power; you never cared about me or how I feel. You cared more about my parents and being the perfect daughter-in-law. You always try to change me and try turning me into the perfect son and husband. What about me and my needs? I have needs; you never listen to me or care about how I feel. Amanda cares about me, she understands how I feel, I'm sorry you had to find out like this".  

 How can he say I don't love him! How dare he say that I don't care about him and I am only after his money? I love this man more than life itself, he’s my everything.

Maybe lately I have been neglecting him but that does not mean I don’t love him. I can understand he thinks I only care about his parents, I owe them my life. I am a successful doctor because of them. They practically raised me and my brother; the Smith family hired my mother to work for them ever since she was 17-years-old and pregnant with nowhere to go. The Smiths never treated me and my twin brother any different from their own children and paid for our education.

 I pull my arm away from his grip "Seriously? Are you putting the blame on me? You disgust me!" I put my arm away from his grip and slap him across his face. He rubs his red cheek and looks at me with rage in his blue eyes.

"How can you say I don’t love you or care about you, Jason?" I ask him with anger in my voice. I point at him looking at him with fury in my eyes “You know your parents treated me like their own daughter since birth! They paid for my education and I owe them my success. I love you Jason and this is how you treat me?! This is how you show your loyalty toward me?!" I forcefully push him away from me. "I expected more from you; you two deserve each other” I look at the both of them with disgust. 

Amanda is standing in the corner naked with a smug look on her face. Right now I cannot stand looking at them. I feel my tears pooling in my eyes I rush out of the room slamming the door behind me. I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crying.

 Amanda is one of my closest friends since med school. She's extremely beautiful; with olive skin tone, long silky straight blonde hair, 5'8 with long sexy legs, a perfect size 2 body, and perky boobs. One would mistake her for Victoria's Secret model and not a surgeon. She was aware of her beauty and uses it to her advantage to manipulate men into doing whatever she wanted. I would understand why Jason would cheat on me with her, she's every man's dream woman; beautiful, rich, and smart.

Me, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Amanda. My caramel skin might be flawless but I'm 5'4 with double D breast, big round bottom, and a few fat rolls here and there. Jason always made me feel insecure about my body and force me to try different exercise routines. I know I’m a doctor and supposed to be healthy but I love delicious food and hate exercising.

 I honestly don't know why I stayed married to him. It's true what they say love is blind and I was blinded by love and did not realize that Jason never changed. 

Growing up Jason was a rebellious teenager and was always in all sorts of trouble. He was a cliche bad boy; doing drugs and starting fights for no reason. He believed his parents never loved him because he never got their approval and only cared about his elder brother. His dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes made him look like a dreamboat causing most of the girls in high school to drool over him. Aware of his looks and his effect on girls he was the typical playboy changing girlfriends every other week.

When Jason was 17 I believed I could change him for the better and bring light into his world of darkness. A month after we started dating the change was noticeable in him. Jason paid more attention to his schoolwork, stop doing drugs, stopped fighting, and was faithful to one girl, me. He later went to college got an MBA in business and economics to help his father in the family business. Life was amazing or so I thought. 

Upon entering the corridor Cindy looks at me with pity in her eyes, I give her a weak smile and rush towards the bathroom after feeling a wave of nausea approaching. Entering the bathroom, I ran straight towards one of the stalls. I felt like I was chained to the porcelain throne emptying my stomach in the toilet. After I'm done I make my way towards the basin to rinse my mouth and wash my face with trembling hands.

I look at myself in the mirror shocked by my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look puffy, my skin pale and my face looking sickly. I did not realize Cindy entered the bathroom until I heard her voice echoing behind me. The floor swayed beneath me. The last thing I saw before the darkness consumed me completely was her wide-eyed, innocent face.