Return of Charles Brooks

betrayed

Chapter 1: Betrayed

Farhas city, new Berlin…

A young man was seen struggling with a big box in his hands as he got out of an old BMW car. He was sweating all over as he carried the big box out of the car.

Charles just learnt that his wife just secured a business deal with high profit, and she'd be returning from the business trip today. So, he closed early from work, prepared a gift for her as he planned to surprise her tonight.

He locked the car, and carried the heavy box with both hands as he prepared to swiftly leave the parking lot before his wife could get home.

"Wow! Is this not the new Maybach 680? I wonder which rich man is visiting our little street tonight." Charles said as he passed by the car, not caring to give it a second glance.

"Oh! Yes daddy! f**k me!" A seductive female voice sounded from inside the car. Followed by a series of grunts and clapping sounds that rang out continuously; two adults were definitely doing some physical exercise in the car.

“Say that again…” a male voice sounded from inside the luxurious vehicle. The clapping sounds rang non-stop as Charles passed by the car without caring about the shameless couple doing it in a public place.

He was already at his doorstep when he noticed that he had forgotten the house key in the car. He quickly placed the gift box at the front porch and rushed down to the parking lot.

Charles stopped in his tracks when he saw the luxurious car door open and the two shameless couple got out of the car.

It seemed like time had stopped when he saw the beautiful woman with dishevelled hair get out of the car.

The woman pulled her lover into her embrace and kissed him deeply. Then she whispered something into her lover's ears.

Both lovers scanned the place for a few seconds. Then the woman tied her hair in a ponytail, went on her knees, unzipped her lover's pants, and did the indescribable.

Tears streamed down Charles Eyes as he watched them continue their performance without noticing his presence.

It was not the act that shocked him, but one of the performers. It was Layla, his lawfully wedded wife, sucking another guy like an experienced pornstar.

"Layla!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The tears in his eyes were given unrestricted gate pass as they streamed down his face.

Shocked, Layla turned back, to meet her husband's angry glare.

Charles stood there, with an expression that said " what the hell just happened?"

"What's up Charles?" Layla gently patted her lover's p***s before pushing the pulsating monster back into its cage. She then stood up and approached Charles as if nothing had happened.

"Who the hell is that? And what the f**k did you just do with him?" Charles asked as he dodged Layla's embrace. Her whole body reeked of alcohol.

Before Layla could answer, her lover just finished battling with his zipper and spoke, " Is this your good for nothing husband?"

"Yes, that's the fool. My naive little darling." Layla laughed as she attempted to hug him a second time.

"So… the doctor's report that you're not allowed to have s*x is fake?" Charles asked with a hoarse voice "why? Why did you deceive me? Why are you playing with my emotions?"

"No one is playing with your emotions! You're just dumb enough to believe in all the lies I told you.

"I wouldn't even get married to a fool like you if not for the benefits that come with it. Now that my position is solidified as the new chairman of emerald groups, you can go to hell for all I care."

"Position?"

Seeing her husband's confused look, Layla looked at him pitifully before explaining, "my grandfather willed his company to me before his death. But there was a clause in the will that required me to get married before I could be eligible for the inheritance.

"I have not seen the man of my choice at that time, and If I should delay a little bit, I might lose the inheritance to one of my scheming relatives. That was why I agreed to marry a spineless fool like you, someone I would be able to control.

"I first thought of having a contract marriage with you, but after getting to know you as a simp. I married you."

"Hahaha! Who could have thought that you would be so easy to deceive" Layla's lover laughed, "you were sleeping in the same house for a whole year, yet you've not even touched her for once, you're a disgrace to all Men."

Layla and Charles have been married for a year and half now, and he has never touched her, due to a medical report that advised the wife to take care of her health before having s*x to conceive a child.

Charles respected her, and abstained from having s*x with her until the doctor agreed that she's free to have s*x; he'll even remind her to take her drugs every morning, before leaving for work. Not knowing that she's been feeding him with lies all these while.

"For your information, I'm pregnant for Fredrick here." Layla said, jolting him back from memory lane.

"I guess I'll have to leave now. See you later babe." Fredrick kissed Layla on the lips and gave the dumbfounded Charles the middle finger while doing that.

Fredrick got into his car and drove off.

"So, since I've gotten what I want from you, I want a divorce. I'll pay you off with $500,000, all you have to do is to get caught cheating with another woman and our transaction is complete. Deal?" Layla smiled, as she offered Charles a hand shake.

"No! I'll be the one calling for a divorce! Expect a letter from my lawyer, first thing tomorrow morning. I feel disgusted living under the same room with a b***h like you!" Charles said, then turned back to leave the scene, but he was blocked by the now angry Layla.

"Say that again! Who're you calling a b***h?"

"Yes you! You're nothing but a c**k sucking slut!" Charles shouted, "you're going back to the street where you belong."

"You will regret it! I'll make sure you come back here to lick my shoes and beg me to take you back! You're nothing but a bastard and an ingrate!" Layla moved closer to Charles and raised up her hand as she attempts to slap him, but Charles sidestepped, dodging the strike.

Layla hit nothing but air.

Maybe it was due to the level of alcohol in her body, or the force at which she tried to hit him with. Layla lost her balance and staggered forward. She only regained her balance when she bumped into a parked car.

Charles looked at her in disgust, then proceeded to walk away. Without looking back at Layla who was still holding the car for balance , Charles entered the old car and drove off.

Layla seeing that her husband didn't follow the script, quickly fished out her phone from her purse. With fidgety hands, he dialed Frederick's number.

The phone rang for a few seconds before a deep male voice sounded from the other side of the line, “hello, my pretty little slut!”

“ Keep your naughty words for later! We have a serious problem.” Layla said, pacing back and forth “ Yes, it's about him.”

“He wants a divorce!” Layla shouted on the phone.

“Then let him have it, I don't care. At least I'll have you all to myself…” Fredrick's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

“It'll implicate us both, you i***t! What do you think would happen if our cheating scandal got known to all?” Layla asked, “your name and mine would be ruined, and both of our companies would be dragged with us as we sink in the mud that bastard is trying to push us in… you know what? Turn back and let's think of what to do, to prevent it from happening.

Few minutes later…

Fredrick and Layla were in the backseat of his Maybach, discussing how to stop Charles from asking for a divorce.

“Are you sure your plan would work on him?” Layla asked.

“No need to worry, he'd change his mind…”

Charles didn't return home that day. He rented a hotel room, since he couldn't go back to his wife's house.