Tis The Season For Revenge

Chapter 2: Cheers to Freedom

Jernail

This file in my hand, holds the contents of my future and means the most to me right now. This is it, I can do this. I just need to remain calm. When I reach my husband’s office door, it’s slightly ajar, and I can clearly hear a woman moan, followed by a loud grunt. I know those voices all too well.

“f**k, that felt so good, baby. Make sure you swallow every last drop,” My husband says to his mistress as he groans again. It’s not the first time I have heard or seen them, they just don’t know that I know. He could have chosen a million other women to be with, but he had to break me down further by sleeping with my adoptive sister who is out to destroy my life.

I stood frozen at the door, trying to compose myself. ‘Come on Jay, you got this. They can’t hurt you anymore. You are strong and you deserve to be set free.’ I tell myself in my mind over and over again. It’s my latest mantra and so far it’s been keeping that fake smile plastered on my face when I have to deal with these cheaters. I lifted my hand and knocked on his door. “May I enter? I have some urgent documents for you to sign,” I yell. I heard him curse, followed by a thud. I can clearly hear they are scrambling around.

“Enter,” he says in a deep husky voice after a few seconds. I know that tone. That is his tone of voice that follows an orgasm, and he clearly just had one. I plastered on my fake smile and walked into his office. I pretend to be looking at something on my phone as I walk in. “Sorry to disturb you, I know you have a lot to catch up on. But these need your urgent attention. The builders cannot continue without your sign off. The work has been standing still for two days now. And they want to commence the day after Christmas,” I said, placing the paperwork down in front of him.

I finally look up from my phone and don’t see Anne anywhere. She must be in the bathroom in his office. “Thank you for handling everything, babe. I have been so swamped lately. But I need that project completed. I already have buyers lined up, and we need the capital.” Alfonso answers and I just nod.” “Just doing my job,” I answer as Anne comes sauntering out of the bathroom. “Oh, hey sis. I didn’t know you were here,” I say and focused back on flipping the pages for him.

I did notice her lipstick was smudged when she smirked at me. “Hey sis. I am always around. Why are you always so busy? Don’t you ever take time to pamper your husband?” she asks. “Time is money, and Alfonso needs me at my best. He knows I always make time for him when he is home.” I answer, not even looking up at her. Though what I wanted to say is that she does enough 'pampering' for both of us, so he doesn't need me. But I don't. I have to keep my act going. “Jay is right, and she is damn good at her job. She really takes the load off me,” Alfonso says, and I just plaster on that smile again, while I flip to the pages he needs to sign.

My heart rate picks up as we get to the last page of the divorce agreement. I snuck it into the pile of contracts, and it’s the only reason I am playing nice. Before Alfonso could sign, the head of finance, Edgar, knocked on the door, before he came in. “Hey Ed, what’s up?” Alfonso asked him. I try not to panic and act natural. I am so close. Just one more signature. “Sorry to bother. Can you come see me when you have a moment? It won't take long,” Ed replies and then smiles at me.

I like Ed, but right now his interruption is giving me anxiety. “No problem. I just need to sign off on these contracts my beautiful wife prepared, and then I will come see you.” Alfonso answers, and then smiles at me, and gives me a peck on my cheek. I tried not to recoil in disgust, but I did flinch, causing him to frown. He looks back at the page and finally signs as Ed leaves. Yes, it worked! He didn't even glance at the papers, he just signed.

I gathered all the documents and put them back into the file, and then looked at him and tried to smile sweetly. Now I just need to put on a little show, and get the hell away from these two. “Will you be home for dinner?” I ask. “I have to work late to catch up. I will just crash here. I have back-to-back meetings in the morning.” “Okay, I won’t be in the office tomorrow. I have to help grandpa. Don’t forget that we need to be at your grandpa’s place early on Christmas Eve for dinner.

He has important guests coming over. Then we need to be there early on Christmas morning. You know he loves his traditions. And if we aren't there to open our Christmas gifts when he wakes up, he is going to sulk all day,” I say and he chuckles. “I know, but I won’t make dinner tomorrow evening. Cover for me with grandpa. I have to meet a new investor. That is why Anne is here.

She landed a big one for us. And he will only deal with her, but he wants to officially meet me before we finalize.” he answers, looking like the man I once loved with all my heart. Our marriage may have started out as a contract between two families, but I really did love him, and I was happy until he brought Anne home on our first Christmas together. “On Christmas Eve?” I ask, trying to sound upset, but I couldn’t give a f**k. I have what I came for right here in this file.

“A bit unconventional, I know. But he will only be in town tomorrow evening, and he is leaving on Christmas morning. That is the only time he has available.” he answers, and I just nod. He gets up and puts his arms around me. I stiffen, but quickly maintain my composure and pretend to like it. He kisses my lips so tenderly, like he used to, and I nearly crack. But I have to be strong no matter what he throws my way. “I knew you would understand. I will make it up to you. And, I won’t be home too late. Wait up for me so we can ring in Christmas together,” he says with a wink and I just smile.

I already know he is lying, but I am so past caring. Alfonso kisses me again, before he sits back down and starts typing on his computer. That must be my cue, he clearly wants me to leave him and his little mistress alone. I gave Anne a fake smile, while she looked like she had just swallowed a lemon, having to watch that display of his. I leave his office on shaky legs not looking back. Just a few more steps, then I will be okay. I can’t let them see how they affect me. I just want to get away from them.

The only reason he still pretends we are a happily married couple is for grandpa’s sake. He knows grandpa will always choose my side, no matter what. I don’t even know what that show was about. He rarely even touches me anymore. Makes me wonder what he has planned for this Christmas. It seems like every year his gifts are worse than the year before. All he ever gives me is misery as a Christmas gift.

Our first Christmas together, he brought Anne home to my parents. The second year, he had an ‘urgent’ business meeting in Japan. But Anne’s social media was filled with images of her and my husband spending Christmas together. They had apparently run into each other and decided to spend the day together. What utter bullshit. She was supposed to have lunch with our parents, but bailed at the same time as Alfonso had to leave.

And last Christmas, I was in the hospital after I had a miscarriage. I had a broken pelvic bone and a nasty concussion thanks to Anne. I was in the hospital for weeks. I had to drag myself to the phone to call emergency services myself, after he left me laying there so he could rush Anne to hospital. That is the day I made up my mind to get a divorce. I spoke to grandpa about how I felt, and that is when he asked me to give Alfonso another chance and another year. But he did have the divorce papers drawn up for me and this is what I just made Alfonso sign.

I am not sticking around this Christmas to see what he and Anne have in store for me. With my luck, this year, they may just end up killing me. No, I will be gone by then, and finally free to live my life. I cleared my thoughts and put the contracts he just signed away. I need to get away from this place. So I left the office with a heavy heart, and the signed divorce agreement safely in my bag.

I didn’t even bother to eat when I got home. I just switched off all the lights, even those on the Christmas tree and ran myself a bath. I poured myself a glass of champagne and just relaxed. “Cheers to my freedom and a bit of Christmas karma,” I say, toasting myself. I downed the entire glass, before I laid back and let the water soothe my exhaustion away. When the water was cold, I got out and got straight into bed. Today has been a day and tomorrow will be emotional for me.