The Other Wife

Married to Whom?

PENÉLOPE

Sold.

That was the only thing going through my head.

I was being sold, and I didn't know by whom or why. He had approached me like a normal person and had seen me as merchandise. Tears streamed down my cheeks like rain. I felt as if my chest were being stabbed all the way to my soul.

"She has a nice ass, I won't deny it, but I want something more, something... yeah, yeah, I'll take her with me, unfortunately... I think I'll have to give it to her again today to avoid raising suspicions," he continued talking on the phone.

I had been deceived.

I turned around, carefully closing the sliding door to the terrace without making a sound. I covered my mouth with my hands and stifled my cries as I locked myself back in the bathroom. I cried for a long time, I didn't know how long, but the knocks on the door brought me back to reality.

"Penelope! Are you okay!?" I heard Ulises's voice on the other side of the door. My skin crawled because I didn't know what his true intentions were.

What if he was a damn pervert about to take out my organs after playing with me and my body? I had to escape. It was the only thing I could think of.

"The bathwater is great!" I shouted to justify how long I had been in the bathroom. I had to find a way to get out of there immediately.

"Really!? Open the door! We can have a lot of fun in the tub, darling!" Damn pig. How dare he call me darling after what I heard him say?

"I'm about to come out, my king!" Screw it.

"You can wait! Come on, it's our honeymoon!"

I peeked out the window, and that was when being in the highest room had its disadvantages. What could I do to survive? I had to go out to meet him, but just imagining being touched by someone like him. I didn't feel like having him inside my body.

"Penelope open the door!" His voice sounded with forced sweetness.

Shit, what could I do? Surrendering to him, despite everything I had found out, wasn't an option. I snapped my fingers and adjusted my robe around my waist. Escaping wasn't my option if I wanted to figure out what was happening to me. Mata Hari slept with several men while she was a secret agent. One more night, what difference did it make?

I put my hand on the doorknob, and as I opened the door, enlightenment struck.

"I'm on my period," I immediately lied. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled with some nervousness.

"It just started, and I don't feel comfortable."

"What a shame," he murmured, approaching me.

"We're going back home tomorrow, and I wanted to make the most of the night."

"Yes, it's a shame," I replied, feeling a bit subdued.

"I think it's best for us to go to bed."

"I'm a man who likes to have a woman every night, but I understand."

Sleeping with Ulises that night was the most painful thing I had faced at that moment. I was sharing my bed with a lie that was hugging me from behind, feeling his erection between my buttocks, which was quite uncomfortable.

He had said being with me was like being with someone in their old age. I tried to close my eyes and sleep, but I couldn't. I woke up with dark circles under my eyes from not being able to sleep.

"It looks like you're feeling terrible. Do you want me to call room service to bring you something?" Ulises said, stroking one of my cheeks.

"I'm fine, I think I just want to go home," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I got out of bed and dressed. I wore a brown pantsuit, the skirt reaching below the knee, I put on my stockings because I didn't want the sun to burn my legs. I left my hair loose and put on my black plastic glasses to see well.

"You look beautiful," Ulises smiled, kissing the back of my hand and looking straight into my eyes. He was still the sweet man I had married, nothing had changed for him.

We arrived in the city at night. Throughout the journey, Ulises was kind to me. He held my hand and gave me a seat, or said kind words.

Upon arriving at the airport and getting off his private jet, the first thing I did was grab my small suitcase before his staff took it for me.

"It's been a very nice stay with you, but I think I should go back home," I smiled nervously.

I turned around, ready to reach the terminal building to catch a taxi.

I took two steps when Ulises's hand grabbed my arm. I stopped abruptly because his grip was hurting me a little.

"I don't think you understand that being a wife means you have to be with me. So from this moment on, you'll have to live with me," he smiled, showing a bit of his teeth.

"But..."

"But you're going with me, Penelope." He led me to the car and got me in.

The chauffeur started the car and took us to his house, which was on the outskirts of the city, in one of the most luxurious areas.

Upon arriving there, I noticed that Ulises owned more than he appeared to, as the huge house I had arrived at had a butler and a housekeeper, which meant he had a group of people at his service.

Had I married a millionaire? Who was Ulises Asker really? The chauffeur got out of the vehicle, hurrying to get to my side. He opened the door, and the staff greeted me kindly.

"Do you still want to leave?" He asked when he saw my surprised expression. It wasn't good to get married hastily, and I was learning that at that moment. "Welcome home," he smiled with an air of superiority.

If he wasn't a damn pervert organ thief, who was Ulises really?