Dumped by my ex, Claimed by his boss

ISLA’S POV “YOU STUPID b***h!” He said as he dragged me by my hair and flung me to the wall. “I'm sorry.” I said whimpering. He had grown more aggressive than usual. We had scheduled our days for s*x to be Tuesdays and Fridays. This particular Friday, I had come home tired, the people at my firm were confused, we had spent hours trying to figure out a design for a client's house, the idea was complex and the client was one of those big clients you see once in five years, I had to take it seriously. But my darling husband, Grant, was a s*x driven maniac and I had to keep to the schedule. While he forced himself on me, I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed hence my beating. “ Repeat after me, I am a useless w***e, then I'd let your hair go.” He shouted. “You can't say that Grant, I'm your wife.” I said still sobbing. “A wife knows how to satisfy her husband.” He said and slammed my head against the wall, before he let go and left the room. You might be thinking I would leave him after this episode? No, he is my husband and I love him. Each time we fight or quarrel because of different reasons, I reminisce to when we were truly in love, it made me feel safe. I was convinced that even now somewhere in his heart, still loved me. It all started back in that summer eight years ago, where I first met him on the beach. He was just too perfect for me. He smiled at me and then we started talking. We talked about dreams, travels, dances, and places. He was so funny. We exchanged numbers and I had forgotten to text him because I had business deals to battle with, I had found my architecturing gig then and I had just begun to expand my firm. Months later I received a text message asking me how soon I had forgotten about the love of my life. I wanted to block the number but then as I was going out, he was there with roses asking me to go on a date with him. Everything was good. Nothing could go wrong right? So we started dating on the fourth month after he had asked me on that first date, we went on dates, we traveled across countries even though I paid for most of the expenses I didn't care, I was finally happy I had found love.After dating for almost two years, he asked me to be his wife, of course I said yes. He was my dream man after all. The first few years of our marriage were blissful, when I came home, he made me dinner. If there was anything he did well, it was cook. Grant could cook like he was cooking internationally. We would have gone out almost everyday but it was not an issue because he was my man. The first year after we got married, he had lost his job and had applied at Montgomery Industries. In the third year, he got a position on the corporate ladder. That night he got the position we had s*x. It was like a routine now, each time something happened, we would have s*x, till it became tiring. I know he noticed but what he wanted always came first before mine. For our fifth marriage anniversary, because we both weren't ready for children for his present I decided to pay for his MBA and used my profile to introduce him to executive members who could give him bigger opportunities. On the day of our anniversary, he got promoted to Director of Operations. I thought it would be a celebration night. I was in my lingerie waiting for him. “Come join me Mr. Director.” I said kneeling on the bed teasing him as he came into the room. “Yeah, sure, now roll over I want to shower and sleep.” He said, his expression was stoic. I thought my beauty had worn out and he was bored but I said to myself “good thoughts only, Isla.” and slept off. The next day, when I asked what was wrong, he said I had thought of it and he said nothing like that happened. That it had all been a dream. I began to believe I was running mad. I went for therapy, the therapist said nothing was wrong. It continued like this for weeks and I kept up with it because I was always stressed so I believed him. Until I didn't. After those months passed he changed. He no longer told me I dreamt, instead when I came back he would say things like “continue your chore here.” The job I was so passionate about was a chore to him, but he was my baby so it didn't matter. Soon, he made me schedule s*x dates with him, claiming he was a man and if I didn't want him to stick it elsewhere I should be available. I loved him. I loved him so much more than I loved myself.The buzzing of my phone brought me back to reality, I had just stayed in one position for forty-five minutes, thinking of the past. Unlike other times, this time I wasn't calm, thinking our love story hadn't calmed me down, he wasn't that same man I met at the beach. I looked at my phone, it was the notification for the client's payment from earlier. I just smiled, at least I had money. Then it buzzed again. My workers barely texted me, who could it be? I opened the message, it was a link, I wanted to ignore it but I couldn't, I didn't I opened it. It was a video of my husband in his office, he was so cute. I wanted to close the video, but then I heard a voice that sent chills down my spine. It was a lady's voice and so I continued watching and then I heard her say. “I'm ready for you Daddy.”