Chosen To Be The CEO’S Baby Mommy

Chapter Five

Emily

"Jack I was out with someone. We had a lot to discuss about –" I tried to explain, my voice cracking slightly, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t listening.

"What do you take me for? A fool?" He growled and I took a step back as my purse fell from my hands. Jack kept closing the space between us and my heart sank into my stomach.

He ran his hands through his hair, the veins on his forehead bulging as he let out a hysterical laugh. There was something so unhinged about that laugh, like a warning siren before a deadly storm. I took an unconscious step back, and my purse slipped from my fingers, scattering its contents on the cold tile floor. Lipstick. Keys. My phone. Everything fell apart.

My heart began pounding in my chest, thudding louder than the clock on the wall. The space between us was shrinking fast, and my courage with it. I wanted to scream. To run. But my body was frozen in place, trembling, rooted by fear.

"You ungrateful w***e!" he spat at me, his words like daggers slashing my already torn pride.

I flinched at the word. My jaw locked, and I gritted my teeth, trying to stop the tears from spilling. But inside, I was cracking open.

"You think you can go out there, sleep with the whole world and then come back here to make me jealous?" he snarled, his face now inches from mine, his breath reeking of anger and beer.

I was honestly shocked to my bones. His accusation came from nowhere, wild and absurd. He knew I hadn’t done anything like that—but he didn’t care about truth. He never did.

"Jack, you and I are far from being similar!" I shot back with the last ounce of strength in me, and for a brief second, he looked stunned. His brows lifted slightly, and he turned his head, as if checking to see if I was speaking to him or someone else.

"I am a married woman,” I continued, my voice trembling but full of conviction, “and despite being the horrible husband that you are, I have never been unfaithful to you. And for as long as I wear this ring," I said, holding up my trembling hand, “I will never do something that disgusting!” My voice broke on the last word, tears now welling in my eyes.

He smiled then. A wicked, wide smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He reached out and gently ran his fingers down my cheek as if to comfort me, but all I felt was pain, as though his skin were covered in thorns and poison.

I recoiled, pushing him away, but he grabbed my arms roughly and yanked me forward. His grip tightened like shackles, and before I could fight back, he dragged me upstairs into what used to be our bedroom.

My legs kicked out in protest, but he was too strong. That room had become a graveyard to me.

A burial ground of broken promises, silent tears, and long, lonely nights. I hadn’t set foot in it for months.

Jack tossed me to the floor, and I hit the ground with a hard thud. I whimpered in pain, feeling the sting shoot up my arm. But he didn’t care.

He picked up the curtain holder, snapped off the fabric, and without saying a word, began binding my wrists behind me. I watched in stunned silence, too shocked to scream, too broken to fight. My body simply gave in, folding under the weight of helplessness.

After he was done, he stood tall and looked at me with a smirk of triumph. Then, just like that, he walked out, his footsteps thudding down the stairs.

A few minutes later, I heard the engine of the car rev up outside, and he drove off.

I stared at the door, utterly confused. Why tie me up only to leave me here alone?

"What is he even up to?" I whispered to myself, resting my head on the wall behind me. I closed my eyes, praying that this nightmare would end. I was exhausted, mentally and physically. My whole body ached, and the rope around my wrists cut into my skin.

Sleep almost took me. But just as I was drifting into unconsciousness, the familiar sound of his car engine returned. I opened my eyes wide, trying to steel myself.

The door creaked open.

I expected the worst, but what I saw turned my blood to ice.

He wasn’t alone.

My eyes shot open as I stared at the woman sitting in his arms. Sophie.. she glared at me and smiled in satisfaction. I sat on the floor and watched as he gently put her down and moved towards me.

"Bring me that chair" Jack said to Sophie and she did so. Jack pulled me up by my hair and sat me on the chair as he bound my legs to the chair and made sure my hands were tight.

"Good.. now sit back and enjoy yourself.." he whispered in my ear as he took off his clothes and so did Sophie. It then dawned on me what this was.... I was about to watch my husband make love to his mistress right there in front of me. Not behind my back. Not in secret. But here...as punishment.

My face turned crimson as rage, shame, and sorrow battled in my chest. My head spun. My vision blurred. But it didn’t stop.

Sophie moaned his name again and again. Her voice was sweet like honey and venom all at once. I turned my head away in horror, but Jack wouldn’t allow it.

"SLAP"

A harsh sting on my cheek forced my eyes back to them. His palm on my face for the third time since this show started.

"Look at us!" he barked.

I stared at the ceiling, then to the floor, and then to the wall. I tried to go somewhere. Anywhere in my mind. But his slap kept dragging me back to the nightmare I couldn’t escape.

“Jack…” Sophie moaned again as he ran his tongue up her thighs. My stomach churned. I gagged. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream and shake and die.

I turned away again, knowing full well I’d get hit, but I didn’t care.

And then... it ended.

He hit his peak. And just when I thought the torment was over, he walked over and released everything on me.

His sweat. His filth. His humiliation. Like I was nothing more than trash on the street.

My body trembled, but not from cold. It was from the unrelenting rage surging through every vein in me.

Tears didn’t come. Not anymore. I had none left to give. My eyes were dry, but my heart was soaked in silent screams.

Later that night, I dragged myself into the bathroom. My wrists throbbed with raw pain, and purple bruises began to form around the rope marks. I let the water run as I stared at my reflection—barely recognizing the woman in the mirror.

I scrubbed my skin like I was trying to erase the memories. The shame. The violation. But it clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t wash off.

When I stepped out, I didn’t bother with clothes. I wrapped myself in my robe and sank into the bed. The sheets were cold, but the world inside my head was colder.

As I shut my eyes, all I could see and hear was Sophie in my husband's arms. All that played in my head was Jack making love to her in the most passionate way I have ever seen and I couldn't help but imagine if this was how they made love all the time.

I sat up on the bed, my fists tightened and my fingers digging deep into my palms like they were going to pierce through. It was more than obvious at this point. I wasn't going to think any further.

The realization burned through my body like wildfire. The last thread of hesitation snapped.

I was done.

"I will accept Lucas’s offer,” I whispered, my voice like a vow in the dark. “And even if it’s the last thing I do, Jack and Sophie will pay… with their sweat and blood."