Love After Divorce

2: Cruel Intentions

Hours had passed after my argument with Alex and my emotional breakdown. I had initially planned to cry for hours until I passed out, but Reginald, my butler, managed to convince me to cheer me up and leave the bathroom while he got the maids to take care of the broken mirror.

In a house with a witch for a mother-in-law, a sister-in-law who hates me for some reason, and a hundred workers who disregard my existence per mother-in-law's command, Reginald has been my only friend, despite being over seventy years old.

The wind is gentle and calm from where I stand on the balcony beside our bedroom, and the golden rays from the setting sun coupled with the serene environment and wonderful river give me a brief feeling of euphoria. What I would do to be as serene and happy as this environment.

"Pardon me if I'm intruding, Mrs. Sofia, but I'm here to inform you that master Black has just arrived home," Reginald's calm and polite voice draws me from my wishful thoughts.

"Thank you, Reginald, I'll be right down."

I left our room and head to the first place Alex stops by when he comes home.

"Welcome home, honey," I greeted and stood awkwardly when he ignored me, pouring himself a drink from the bar.

"Did you have a nice day at the office?"

"What is it now Sofia?" He growls, throwing me a nasty glare for emphasis. He looked more roughed up than usual and whenever we fought, we'd forget it later, so something must've gone wrong at work.

"I just want to know how your day at work went," I say moving towards him, but he put his hand up, stopping me in my tracks.

"You want to know how my f*****g day was? Well here it is. I spent the last nine hours alone in my shitty office, being tormented by incoherent chit chat penetrating through my doors from outside my office, because it was bring your f*****g kid to work-day. Some of my employees even brought their kids to meet me, and do you know this? One kid, a cute little boy, asked me why I didn't bring my kids to work, and when I told him I don't have any, he assumed I wasn't married yet, but turns out I've been married for f*****g five years of my life. Happy now? Anything else you want to whine or nag me about?"

I had been sad and depressed whenever he spoke like this, but not to the extent that I'd actually feel like it was my fault we didn't have kids.

But now I do. Maybe it was my fault we didn't have kids.

"I'm…I'm sorry–"

"Just let me finish my drink in peace." He sighs and turns away from me while I get consumed by the feeling of self-guilt and hopelessness. Things are getting even more complicated and I can feel my marriage slipping out of my hands. I desperately need to save my marriage before it breaks beyond repair.

***

I smile small at my reflection in the mirror as I apply cherry lipstick in light swipes on my lips, then blot out the excess color to make it just the way Alex liked it. 7:38 PM shines on my phone and I hurry to apply rose-scented body oil on my skin, occasionally glancing back at the door. He would be up at any time now, and I had to be ready before he did. If he really wanted this baby as much as I did, then maybe it'd work out, and our love would come alive again.

I had just settled on the bed when he came in, looking even more beat up than earlier. He stops at the door, eyes sweeping over my form with mild surprise.

I am in my red lace lingerie with a short skimpy night coat loosely on my shoulders. Red had always been a favorite of his, and red lingerie was a turn on for him, but then he shook his head as if coming to his senses.

"You have a room, don't you?" He asks and closes the door behind him, taking off his suit with his back turned to me.

I sit up straight and watch him, half confused and half expecting this to happen.

"I…yes, but–"

"Then you should go to bed. It's late," he said, and I watched him enter the bathroom while I burned with embarrassment, and don't know what hurt more at this moment, my love or my ego.

When I got newly married, I had complained to Alex that my bed was uncomfortable so that I could stay in his room, but tonight it felt like I was trying to get comfortable on a rock. However, my uncomfortable bed is the least of my problems as I bury myself underneath the duvet feeling mortified.

The sound of the door shutting makes me take off the duvet, and there at the doorway is my husband. His green eyes were visible through the darkness as he walked towards me. "Alex…you…"

I am quickly silenced by his lips hungrily working against mine, his hand holding the back of my neck and the other tossing away the duvet to expose my body.

His hands glide down back to my legs, tracing and squeezing my butt, while I savored the taste of him in my mouth.

Alex pulls my hair back and his lips trailed down my neck, my breaths becoming more erratic with pleasure. A soft moan escapes my lips at the feeling of his lips on my breasts and the vague image of our wedding night crosses my mind.

However, he pulls away, and starts taking off his clothes, silently ordering me to do the same. My excitement drops significantly. I had hoped that tonight would be different from the other ones, but it wouldn't after all.

I lay back down, treasures exposed and legs wide apart just the way he wanted. He doesn't give my face a glance to know what I could be feeling at that moment, neither does he care to know.

He positions himself between my legs, shifting them further apart, and I watch his rod erect and hard. I wasn't happy doing this with him anymore, and my body had lost its earlier desire to have him in me, but after the first few thrusts, it betrayed me.

"Alex…be gentle…please," I try whispering into his ear, not liking the way he is pounding me, but he continues, each thrust more hurried and harder than the last.

He pins me down by the waist and thrusts a few more times before pulling out, streaks of white hot c*m staining my stomach as he groans, and collapses on my body.

"Why did you–"

"It's ridiculous to waste my c*m on you because you can't get pregnant," he grunts and casually gets off me, like he didn't just use my body and hurt my ego. Tears fall before I can stop them and I move to cover myself up with the duvet.

"Alex, please don't–"

"I've given you what you want, now go to sleep. It's late," and like that he puts on his clothes and returns to his room, leaving me to wallow in my humiliation.

I see my reflection in the mirror on top of the bedside table and I feel my heart twist painfully. It no longer looked like the one from earlier; now it was puffy eyes, lipstick-smeared broken woman staring back at me and I couldn't help but wonder where it all went wrong.