I AM YOUR KARMA
1278 Words
SHERRY'S POV
I stepped into the house and shut the door quietly, not because I cared about waking Lyon — no — but because I couldn’t stomach his voice tonight.
The memory of his groans from last night still echoed in my head, and not the kind that made a woman blush. No, it was the sound of a grown man whining after knocking his skull against the frame like a clumsy i***t.
I hadn't meant for it to go wrong. I was trying to spice things up, tease him a little — maybe even get him to feel like a man again. But the moment I pushed him backward, all playful and sultry, he’d lost his footing and slammed the back of his head into the wooden headboard. Blood. So much blood for something so stupid.
He’d hissed and cursed, holding a towel to the wound while I stood there in my lace, completely over it. I didn’t even apologize. Instead, I’d watched him stagger into the bathroom and deal with the bleeding himself. Pathetic.
Rather than sulking up with him, I have a better route to ease myself and make up for what Lyon couldn't man up for — Dragon. The real man I could count on.
"Couldn't even survive a simple romantic display. Tch!" I puffed out and rolled my eyes at him.
Useless man.
I stared at him for a moment, disgust curling in my gut. "How did I ever seduce this fool to choose me over Chloe?" I muttered under my breath, scoffing.
I stepped into the room, only because I needed to grab the charger he stole from mine. My eyes flicked over his lifeless frame.
"Soon..." I muttered under my breath. "Soon I’ll be done with you for good."
Soon, Dragon will be on board, moving with plans. I wasn’t going to stay chained to this man for one more damn second once Chloe was out of the picture.
Not when I could have Richard. Power. Influence. Everything she thought she could steal back from me.
I turned to leave, but the floorboard creak must’ve stirred him.
"Sherry?" Lyon’s voice was groggy, hoarse. His voice was rough with sleep.
He sat up halfway, blinking like a confused bat. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked, squinting at me.
I rolled my eyes, waving him off. "Spare me the interrogation, Lyon. You’re not my warden." I hissed, my voice filled with irritation.
"I asked you again, Sherry..." He thundered, sleep already clearing off his eyes. "Where did you go all night, woman!"
"Don't start, Lyon. I'm not in the mood for all these." I countered, as I turned to leave.
"You come in at this hour, sneaking around like a—"
I cut him off sharply, giving him no chance to spew stupid words at me. "Like what?" I snapped angrily, turning halfway abruptly. "Say it, Lyon. I dare you!"
He stood up, wincing slightly. "You've been acting off lately, and I've been trying to turn a blind eye to it." He stated.
"Then keep turning a blind eye to it, you're very good at ignoring me and my existence these days." I blurted out. "You can keep it up and stop whining like a child deprived of candy."
"Watch your step, Sherry." He half yelled at me, but I was unmoved. "I'm not in the mood for your games."
I smirked, my lips curled up. "Oh, please. You've never been in the mood for anything real." I taunted him. "That's why you couldn't even keep a home with her, you did not abandon her, Lyon. She left you."
I've always kept up with his s**t, trying to keep my marriage, but this time, I'm done sulking with him.
I'm very sure my word hit him on his gut, it struck a nerve, his jaw twitched, and his fist clenched, but I never expected his next reaction — or maybe I do.
His eyes narrowed, and in a blink, he was on his feet, storming toward me. “You think you can keep disrespecting me in my house?”
I didn’t flinch. I turned slowly, facing him with a look that would cut glass. "Touch me, Lyon." I said low, venom lacing every word, "— and I swear I’ll make you regret crawling out of your mother’s womb."
He froze. My gaze didn’t waver. This is the first time in years since I've been with him that I'll ever react this way, this must have thrown him back.
He backed off, jaw clenched. "You better watch your tone with me, Sherry. One day, you’ll push too far. And I’ll do the unthinkable.”
I snorted. "You? You’re all bark, Lyon. No bite. A coward hiding behind empty threats."
Lyon was red by now and I'm enjoying this at the moment. "Sherry, you don't know what I'm capable of." He grunted, his face deepened with a frown.
I took a slow step forward, met his eyes, and whispered to him. "That's the problem with you, Lyon," I uttered, drawling with a smirk. "I've already seen it — and it's nothing."
And with that, I walked out. I didn’t look back.
He could keep barking. He could lie there with his bandaged pride. Soon, he'd be alone. Forgotten. Exactly where losers like him belong.
By the time I was done, he’d be the one lying in ruins — just like the woman he threw away.
***
I pushed open the door to my room, shutting it with a gentle click behind me. The scent of my perfume still lingered from this morning, warm and floral — nothing like the sweat and cigarette smoke clinging to me now.
I didn’t care. I mean, why should I?
My purse hit the mattress with a soft thud. I followed right after, collapsing on the bed with a heavy sigh, exhaustion lacing every muscle.
But it was a good exhaustion — the kind that came from being worshipped. My lips curled up as I stretched like a cat across the sheets, the memory of Dragon’s hands still fresh on my skin.
God, the way he handled me…
Rough. Unapologetic. Possessive.
Lyon had never made me feel like that — like a woman, not some ticking time bomb wrapped in silk. No awkward fumbling or whispered apologies. Just raw fire. Real.
My smile widened — until Chloe’s face flashed behind my eyes.
That smug, glowing face from earlier at the company. All grace and triumph, walking like she hadn’t been crushed and humiliated once upon a time. Like she hadn’t been crawling before Richard scooped her up.
I bolted upright.
No. She wouldn’t win this round.
Grabbing the charger I’d taken from Lyon’s room, I plugged in my phone — the screen still dead. I watched it breathe to life with a soft glow. Two percent.
"Come on..." I breathed out, slightly frustrated. I had forgotten to power it the previous night before leaving home.
As soon as it blinked to five, I unlocked it, fingers flying over the screen.
I opened my gallery and selected the photos one of my spies had taken and sent to me — Chloe outside the company, Chloe in Richard’s car. Then I sent them off to Dragon with a single message:
“Start working. No mercy.”
The typing dots appeared instantly.
Dragon: “Already on it. You keep your end — I’ll handle the rest.”
I let out a slow, satisfied exhale and leaned back into the pillows.
"Tick-tock, Chloe," I murmured to myself. "Let’s see how pretty you are when the ground caves under your heels..."
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