Left For Ruin, I Married His Uncle

You have nothing without me

Last night, Priscilla cried herself to sleep. The sounds of her husband cheating with another woman in their guest room almost killed her. The “ She’s just a client daughter,” is now warming his bed. His betrayal a heavy punch in her face but despite that, despite his cheating, despite his demand for her to sign the paper, she didn't sign it. She didn't even touch the pen. How can she let him divorce her at his own will and marry another woman? She loves this man. She loves Simon. No matter how much he wants to divorce her, she will change his mind. She will not let the marriage she has built for two years fall apart.

Sitting at the dining table, eyes swollen with dark circles, hair disheveled like a mad woman, she slowly lifts the teacup to her dry lips. The servants watch her and whisper amongst themselves, looks of pity in some of their eyes but Priscilla didn't care. Who wouldn't gossip when the master of the house brought a mistress home while the legal wife cried herself to sleep?

She swallows the tea and for some reason, it tastes like bile in her mouth. She places the cup down and returns to her room, not paying attention to the servants.

After having a long warm bath, she changes into a skimpy red dress that reveals her cleavage. She put on makeup and tied her hair up in a ponytail, revealing her long neck.

She sighs as she looks at herself in the mirror. She looks pretty but the person in the mirror isn’t her. The makeup did a good job covering her swollen eyes and dark circles but one thing it didn’t hide is the gloom in her eyes.

She grabs her bag and sets off for Clark’s cooperation.

All eyes turn in her direction as she steps into the building. Whispers fly from every corner with the employees turning on their respective desks to stare at her. Eventually, two of the whispers reach her ear.

“ She wore make-up? She must be trying to win the MD’s love back.”

“ Look at how pitiful she looks. It must be hard, knowing your husband is divorcing you for his client’s daughter.”

Priscilla gulps, clenching her bag tightly as tears brims at the back of her eyes. She quickens her footsteps and escapes into the elevator. She fixed her gaze up, fighting the tears burning her eyelids.

‘ I can’t cry. Not now.’ She tells herself mentally. Crying will only ruin the makeup she has dedicated so much effort to do.

The elevator comes to a stop and she inhales deeply before stepping out.

Forcing a smile on her face at the employees, she finds her way to her husband’s office and meets him working on his computer.

The door closed behind her and Simon lift his head to look at her. The nervous smile on her face disappeared when he glares at her, disdain evident in his eyes.

She keeps a warm smile on her face, expecting a compliment from him but his words break the little confidence she has left.

“ What is that you are putting on? It makes me want to puke.”

The smile on Priscilla’s face disappears but she didn’t come here to give up at her first attempt.

“ I will not sign the papers.” Her voice broke, betraying the resolve she had built all day and tears threatened to fall off her eyes.

“ Why Simon? Why are you doing this to me? I built this empire. I am the woman behind your success and you give my credit to your mistress? Instead of appreciation and love, you give me divorce papers in return? What happened to us? Me and you. What has gone wrong?” The tears stream down her face as she confronts him.

She steps closer and leans over the desk, holding his cold face in her palms.

“ What happened Simon? What happens to all the promises? Please…” she grits her teeth as she rubs her nose against his.

“ Please, don’t divorce me. I will do better as your wife. I will make you proud. I will go for s*x lessons if you want. I will go to the gym and do anything you want, Simon. We can go for therapy and counseling. Let’s make this work, please..” She pleads with him but Simon grabs her wrists and pushes her away from him. Her butts collide with the floor and a whimper leaves her mouth, follows by Simon’s laughter, full of mockery.

“ I will go to the gym, I will take s*x lessons.. bleh bleh bleh..” he mimics her and hot tears gush out of her eyes.

Her behind hurts and burns from hitting the floor.

She watches as Simon gets up from his seat and when he steps out from his desk, she sees it. His pants are pulled down, hanging on his knees while his c**k points at her.

Her heart clench at the realization. Her heart squeezes in her chest that she has to place her palm on her chest before she can breathe.

Her lips tremble, her head heavy like a rock, and the only feeling she has left for him chatters as his mistress creeps out from below the desk, leaking her lips and a proud smile on her face.

She screams internally, her heart wrenching as Simon locks his mouth with Emma. As if that isn’t enough, he goes ahead and has a quickie with her, right there.

Priscilla's life crumbles. All hope she has left for their marriage vanishes into thin air. Her love for him withers like a flower lost to nature that can no longer be revived.

She hates him. She instantly loathes him. The man that she was once head over heels in love with now irritates her. He now disgusts her to the core.

“ You have nothing without me, Priscilla.” His words fall in her ear as he pulls out of Emma after cumming in her.

Priscilla swallows hard. How can she be so foolish for so long? How on earth did she fall in love with someone like him and let his dirty public d**k plunge her?

“ You do not have a family to return to. Not a single property in your name. Do not even think of filing for alimony, my lawyers will make sure you don’t get any penny from me. I am kind enough to give you $50k. That should be able to cover your rent until you get your miserable life together and you should thank Emma for that. She suggested it as she didn’t want you going homeless.” He says, a smug on his face as if he is doing her a Favour.

$50k? That is 0.1% of the contracts she has helped him seal.

“ To hell with your filthy $50k!” She yells, veins popping on her neck and that draws the attention of the employee to Simon’s office.

“ She obviously doesn’t want it. Why don’t I use it for my facials tomorrow? Huh, sweetheart?” Emma tilts Simon’s face to look at her and he nods his head in response.

“ Sure, Sugar. You can have it.” He pecks her lips and Emma turns to Priscilla and smirks at her.

“ May you both rot in hell!” She yells and runs out in tears, holding her shoes in her hands but instead of collapsing in despair when she arrives at her car, something ignites inside her. Range.

Holding the car door, she turns and looks at the building she has built with her sweats. Clark's cooperation might be a subdivision of Lanchester group of companies but whatever Benefits Simon is enjoying right now, is her sweat. His position today is due to her hard work.

“ Clark’s cooperation will be mine someday and you will lick my shoes.”