One night stand with my husband's uncle

CHAPTER 2

She strolled down the hallway, remembering the day she left home and got married. That beautiful evening, her eyes were determined to move on to the next phase of her life.

She had thought that leaving her father and her sister would be the best option. That way, she would not be a burden to him and would even help him. But now that she was married, she had not been able to visit him. Neither had she allowed him to visit her.

How could she?

Her father was poor and unsophisticated. He is no match for the class of the Caldwell family she married into. Although she was the same as her father, her husband had upgraded her standard of living to his family's own.

Sierra’s tears continued to fall as she exited the hallway and headed to the exit when she drove off.

What could she do?

She knew that once she got home and told them about the false pregnancy, their reaction would be really bad, but what would be their next move?

The ride home was intense and quiet.

Sierra arrived at her husband's villa, where she and her husband stay apart from the family's mansion down the street, where they go to spend time with his mother and other members of his family. Although the villa was smaller than the main house, it was bigger than an average apartment and had a big and large parking lot and a garden.

The gate was widely opened when she honked as she drove in and pulled over in front of the house in the small parking lot next to a white Mercedes-Benz she had seen before. But not at her house. Ever.

Sierra looked at the car again and exhaled, seeing the resemblance to her sister-in-law's own. Maybe Veronica dropped by to say hello to her husband after coming back from the family house.

At the thought of that, Sierra's misery calmed a bit. She has had some personal contacts with Veronica, and she could say that she was a sweet and kind woman.

“Congratulations, ma'am.” The gateman said that they were within the same proximity. Sierra ignored him and approached inside.

Even the gateman was looking forward to the news of her pregnancy. She could only imagine how disappointed the others would be.

Sierra walked into the house and accessed the door, but to her surprise, it was not locked, which used to be so.

It was improper for her husband to leave the door unlocked. She didn't think more of it and proceeded inside. However, on entering the parlor, she noticed something odd.

A Louis Vuitton bag was lying right in the middle of the stairway.

Did she accidentally fall and didn't pick her expensive bag back up,, as Sierra remembered she was always on heels, so that was the possibility she could think of at the moment.

Slowly, she stuttered through the staircase and passed the hallway to her elegant bedroom, which she shared with her darling husband, however, just as she neared the door….

“ARGH! YESS! DEEPER!!”

The sound of someone's p***y getting pounded filled her ears.

“Ha—You love that, don't you, my love?”

“Hmmm…I really do, you mother-f**k—Aarhh yess!”

The sound of hips thrusting into each other in perfect sync with moans and groans of a man and woman reaching their c****x.

Sierra could really find that beautiful if she didn't recognize those voices she was hearing. With her heart in her throat, she turned the doorknob, and her heart sank further into despair as she was acclimated to see the proof of what beseeched those incredible moans and groans.

Veronica's legs were opened tightly laced around her husband's pleasure organ, which was supposed to be preserved for her, whereas it was buried in veronica's wet dripping p***y.

That scene alone was frustrating and gory, but their reactions when they were caught were what horrified her. She could not believe what she was seeing.

Victor moved off Veronica, holding to his shaft, which was going limp from his release, and fixed her with an I don't care stare. “Why couldn't you knock before entering? Is this your father's house!!, What's the matter with you, woman?”

Sierra shuddered, seeing the expression of indifference on her husband's face. Neither did the woman he was in bed with look ashamed. It felt like a rude slap to her face,, a harsh reminder of how valuable she is to him.

“V—Victor,” Sierra struggled to speak with quivering lips. “H—How could you do this? You couldn't even do it elsewhere, but in our matrimonial bedroom.”

She looked at Veronica next, her expression dull and frustrated compared to before. It obviously looked at Veronica didn't care that Sierra caught her f*****g her husband, “V—Veronica,” Sierra was shaking with both anger and dismay.

Even if her husband, Victor, cheated on her, he could have done it with someone else. Why his uncle's wife, Veronica.

It wasn't only her husband that's the culprit; she had to make Veronica take responsibility as well.

“How could you do this, Veronica?!

You are married to my husband's uncle, why?”

Veronica Hartman, that was her name. Blond-haired with a pair of seductive green eyes. She was an exclusive model for Elite Model Management. There was no doubt that she was beautiful, but her current attitude showed Sierra that she was vile and the pleasant behaviours she'd been displaying were nothing but jokes.

Befire Veronica could response to Sierra, she left the room and slammed the door as she left the room.

Veronica moved away from Victor on the bed and stood on her feet, showing her glistening body in its full glory.

“Veronica, com’on she's gone, she won't tell anyone.”

“It's not that, Her stupid ass just came to interrupt the fun, now I'm just no longer in the mood, not anymore,” Veronica said without a single ounce of shame as she picked up her things and left.

“She will regret this, I swear!!” Victor stated to himself aloud with his hands squeezed into a fist.