DEAR EX-HUSBAND, I’M YOUR BOSS.

"The only reason I married her is to help my career and you know that I don't love her, you're the one I love." I stood rooted at the doorstep. My breath hitched. I knew the voices I was hearing inside but I had been trying to convince myself that I was in the wrong house, maybe, just maybe, it would be so. "Then why do you keep her around?" Came the feminine voice. "She's an asset for my political career, I built everything through our marriage you know if it's destroyed, I can't get you everything you've been asking for." He said. I heard the kisses, the moans, it was like they were doing it deliberately for me to hear. I was expecting so many things to happen today, a call from my dad to tell me he had agreed to push my husband's political bid, a text from the delivery company with the gift I had gotten for him, but I had no place to ever expect what was in front of me. My husband and my best friend in our matrimonial bed, cuddling and exchanging saliva. I had been in the same position since I got back from work, I had been too shocked to move, I knew I had to do something but my mind couldn't process any. "When will she be back? I don't think I want to leave you now." Vivian said rubbing his chin. "I don't think she'll be back anytime soon, she's probably running around her Dad's office trying to play the good wife." He replied to her and they both started laughing. I felt the first drop of tears roll down my face, I had been trying to hold it in. I pushed the door wide open and stepped in. My husband sprang up from the bed and reached for his pants, struggling to drag it on, my eyes moved to Vivian who was sitting at my side of the bed with the duvet covering her chest region. "Why didn't you call? Why are you back so early?" He asked fiddling with his zipper. "This is my house Marco and I can come anytime I want, does that explain why you're in bed with my best friend?" I asked, my voice ceasing with every word. "You know your father alone can't get me where I want, I just had to add some spice and extra hands." "Are you being serious right now? You're making light of the situation, If it hasn't still registered, you're in our matrimonial bed with my best friend, does that seem right to you?" I asked trying hard to control my breathing. He moved close to touch me and I stepped away from him, he stopped and ran his hand through his head, something he does when he's frustrated. "She was willing to help and I just had to bring her onboard, don't be like this." I couldn't believe my ears, this same man I had done everything for, the same man I had decided to stick around with even when my instinct was screaming for me to run. "My best friend was willing to help and the only way for you guys to agree is to have s*x? She's my best friend, her father is my father's best friend and V.P., how could you do this to us?" I asked again. It felt like I was going out of breath, my heart was twisting inside my chest and something strong was holding my throat. "I did everything for you, enjoyed both physical and mental abuse for this?" I asked pointing at the mess they had made on the bed. Turning to my best friend who had a bored expression on her face "And you, you said you were leaving the country when I called but here you are with the man you know is married to me, if he's dumb enough to do this because of his careless nature, I didn't expect you to indulge him, why would you play with our friendship like this?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, I knew the makeup I had painstakingly put on that morning was now a mess. "Why are you acting like a kid?" She asked standing up from the bed to reveal her matching lingerie set. Wasn't it the same one I had seen in his shopping bag sometime last week that I never received? How long has this been going on? "I have advised you severally to leave him if you can't cope with how he chooses to live, don't drag me into your drama." She said and made to walk out on us but I was quick, I pulled her back and pushed her on the bed. "You crazy b***h, is this all you have to say?" I asked hitting her repeatedly. "Rosalie, leave her alone." Marco thundered, yanking me off Vivian, I fell face flat, hitting my face on the bare floor. Rosalie? Not Rosa, not Babe, things had changed and I had been late to the changes. "Marc–" "Don't call my name you slimy b***h, you think because your father is the president that gives you enough reason to work around with puffy shoulders and act like you're better than everyone else? You're not even half of the woman Vivian is." He barked at me. "Listen, this is not marriage, this is just a sham and you were just a tool for me to achieve my dreams. You suck at everything, s*x, being a wife, and even trying to get your father to fasten my political journey, it was something that took Vivian just a day to achieve, you're a worthless piece of s**t, nothing special about you." He said kicking my shoulder repeatedly with his legs. "Marco, please it hurts." I pleaded as he kept on hitting me on the same spot until it was impossible to lift my arm. "You should be ashamed of yourself, it's no one's fault you couldn't keep your marriage or your man." He said moving over to Vivian who sat there crying. "I'm sorry Marco, I'm really sorry." He scoffed. "It's late." I rushed over to where he was sitting "What do you mean?" I asked looking at him, my eyes almost blinded with tears. "I'm marrying Vivian, She's pregnant."