Breaking The Bad Boy Biker

Jasmine p.o.v "You're just not that good in bed." I just hadn't noticed it at the time, but my husband had always had this small black dot right under his chin, often hidden by the beard that struggled to grow, so it wasn't that noticeable unless you were actually looking– "And you're boring." – which I was doing at the moment, staring intently at his jawline because I had no where else to look at. I had just caught my husband cheating with someone who and brought us together and for an odd reason, neither of them seem to see it as a problem. "Naturally you should have known it was bound to happen. I mean, look at you." I heard him chuckle and I looked up to his eyes for the first time since I had been standing there. His eyes were never one color. Hazel during the day and dark brown during the night, Something I always thought was a bit odd but later on realized he was just always filled with adrenaline everytime he came back home. A quick smoke break at work, some alcohol and of course, his daily dose of anti-loyalty. Cheating. "So lets divorce, it will save us both the slack." He said with a tone I'd known and understood for the longest I've been with him. He was closing the case and there were not to be any more discussions hence forth. That was the man I had married. He took the cigarette and tapped the bud against the ashtray, crushing the lit end until it was extinguished before leaving it in there along with the other worn out bodies of what used to be his victims everytime he smoked here. What was for dinner again? I looked down in my hand and stared at the takeout I had ordered. It was some Chinese food that he has always wanted to try for quite a while now and I thought since today was Saturday, he would love a bite whilst snuggled up in front of the fireplace as a cheesy movie played in the background. I planned it out too perfectly, even bought the expensive wine he'd been craving for since the day he was born... "How much did those cost anyway?" I heard him say before the bag was suddenly snatched away from me. "You don't even work and you have nerve to buy things this expensive?" Yes, he made me quit which was why I was using his card most of the time. The little money I earned on my own wasn't enough to buy anything this expensive. It was just enough for makeup. My articles and recipes didn't fetch for high prices. "Whatever. It doesn't matter." He clicked his tongue like I was irritating him and he was just about done lecturing his child. When did he stop being my husband? At what point in the marriage did he divorce me without me noticing? "Just leave." He said as he reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet, taking out a credit card that I had never seen him use, and it looked new too. "You don't own anything with me. Everything is mine but I'm a generous man. I'll pay you for your services and there is enough in here for your worth." He tucked the card into my shirt, right onto my bra strap only because I didn't receive it. Services? I was his wife! "Don't look at me like that, you're the reason we're in this mess to begin with. Why did you have to come earlier than you planned?" He hisses and looked over his shoulder to the woman who was tearing my marriage apart. The devious cunning witch who meticulously brought us together with the intention of tearing us apart in the end. Her dark eyeshadow with bits of yellow blended into her upper eyelids made her look like the serpent that she was. She had been silent the who time, not because she was scared of me or how I would react, but because she wanted to watch me, to see if I would shed a tear, to see if I could cry. She didn't have that privilege and she was never going to get it. Saving what little dignity I had left, I turned and walked out of the livingroom as I made my way to the front door. If I had the chance to gather my belongings, I would have, but they were all his, all bought by his money, even the clothes and jacket I was wearing all belonged to him and I didn't want to have to fight with any of them about who bought what. I was a strong woman who once had a respectful job, but he took it from me, to have the last laugh. "Don't take it personal." I stopped dead in my tracks when I hadn't made it far from the front porch. "There was always someone better." I heard her snicker behind me but I didn't react too harshly as I should. She wanted that, and I wasn't going to feed her the drama. "And that someone just happened to be me." I turn to face her this time, just to gaze into the eyes of a woman who felt proud of what she did. And she looked proud too. "Congratulations." I forced on a smile that she didn't seem to receive well because of the deep frown she gave me. "You two will be perfect for each other." I turned and left. There was no way I was going to shed the tears of a divorcee to her when she only wanted to feed on them. She was a venomous snake and whether or not she did this to see my reaction, well, that's on them. If Scot was willing to cut all ties with me the second I found them out, then I wouldn't mind. After all, I was terrible in bed and I didn't compare to her in terms of appeal. I knew all of that already since he just never lasted long enough to get any work done when I initiated it. I had always thought he had performance issues but now that I know he was always satisfied elsewhere before he came home, I'm glad we never got around to enjoy ourselves. He didn't deserve me... I am getting drunk tonight. She didn't know it at the time, but this was going to be the worst decision of her life.