Married To My Blackmailer

It's viral

“So the rumours are true? This harlot is your wife for real?”

“What did you just call me?” Bianca snapped at the lady who was walking towards them. “Jay, who is she?”

“What are you doing here Sophia?” Jay asked without looking up from his food.

“Jay you left me and came to City X just for a prostitute model? Have you been cheating on me the whole time?”

“I hope you aren't referring to me, b***h!” Bianca's face flushed as she slowly approached Sophia.

“Leave my house this minute!”

“Better. I won't stand here and get insulted when I should be busy with my own business,” she made to leave but Jay's hoarse voice stopped her.

“I wasn't talking to you, Love. Sophia get out of my house!”

Bianca tucked her hair behind her hair in disbelief at Jay referring to her as Love.

“Love?” Sophia scoffed. “You said you wouldn't call me that until I was worth it, Jay.”

“Lest I forget, I didn't send a private jet to you, how then did you make it to City X?” Jay finally looked up at Sophia.

“I managed to squeeze into a first-class plane,” she twisted her lips and looked away.

“Now I see why you shrunk into nothingness.” Jay made to get off his seat with his empty plate but Bianca rushed immediately to him.

“Don't stress yourself, Babe,” she gently took the used utensils and headed into the kitchen, batting her lashes at Sophia who could only watch with clenched jaws.

“Babe? Isn't that the name she calls her friend? I hope Sophia doesn't notice that we aren't a true couple,” Jay thought but his face was held straight.

“Baby…” Sophia began but Jay cut her short.

“You lost the right to call me that,” Jay snapped, leaning into his seat.

“Why?” She winced, moving towards Jay.

“For the past two weeks, I've been begging you to come over so I would gain access to the City X business conference but you bluntly told me that I was too broke to afford you,”

“I didn't mean it that way. And besides, you didn't send me the money I asked for so I was still mad. But all that is in the past, Jay. I'm here now,” she held his hands but he pulled out of hers immediately.

“Too late. I'm now married,” he stood from the table and grabbed his phone.

“Jay, you can't possibly leave me for this low-class prostitute who sleeps around for modelling favours!” She stood up trying to move closer to him, looking at him through her lashes.

“You don't know anything about her so…”

“Oh! I didn't,” she rolled her eyes, “but I now know she has a scar on her little but cheeks.”

Jay's eyes widened at Sophia who just kept winking at him. “The video!” His mind rang. Maybe someone had been able to identify that it was Bianca. Could it be that the media saw a Bikini picture of Bianca or something? Even if they did, how were they sure she was the one?

“If your gossip source had told you that the lady on that viral video was my wife, then you should get a more reliable gossip source,”

“Gossip? Do you mean you haven't seen the other videos? The ones that have her face in them?”

“What?” Bianca rushed out of the kitchen, sweat had covered her whole face due to the shock.

“Get out of my house, Sophia,” Jay finally found his calm words.

Sophia laughed.

“They didn't know? Well, my lovely Jay and ex-wife, I'll leave, but I'll be back to console my man,” she giggled and walked out.

“Jay, what did she just say?” Bianca asked, with heavy breaths. “Jay, stop tapping your phone and tell me that she was lying!” She yelled after she got no reply from Jay.

“How would I know?”

“You're supposed to. You've been the one threatening to post the video so you're supposed to know if she's lying or not!” Her teary eyes locked with Jay's hazel’.

A notification sound on Jay's phone interrupted them and Jay glanced back at his phone. Sophia wasn't lying because right on his phone was the exact video he had threatened Bianca with. He had long lost it until this moment that he asked Mike to confirm if what Sophia said was true and the video was the confirmation.

“Why did you do it, Bianca?” He grumbled handing Bianca the phone.

“Oh my god! I'm ruined. My life is ruined! How do I explain this to Noah?” She cried loudly as she watched.

“Damn it!” Jay punched the air. “Stop acting like you know nothing about this, Bianca!” He clenched his jaws but Bianca was too busy murmuring in regret as tears flowed down her chest, soaking Jay's shirt. “Listen Bianca. I don't care whatever tricks you're trying to pull; just know that if your actions happen to make me go broke again, I won't suffer it alone while you run off to your husband; you and I would face it together.”

He grabbed his phone and headed up the stairs, while Bianca regretted not taking Ice's advice.

“It wouldn't have gotten to this,” she thought with her eyes shut in an attempt to relieve the pain. “I need to confirm that my Sunday gig with Fluff Perfumes is still valid,” she thought, rushing up the stairs.