The Lycan's Miserable Queen

A FRACTURED MARRIAGE- THE WORST BETRAYAL

A FRACTURED MARRIAGE- THE WORST BETRAYAL

Hazel eyes glared at her, not even a tiny tinge of shame in them as the woman's head rose from her husband's chest and her tousled hair fell to his face. Unlike the undoubtedly, provocatively shameless look on the woman's face, Bovigan was horriedly ashamed, wearing the classical look of a deer caught in the headlights as he quickly pushed his lover to the side.

Adelaide's hands never left her lips, she stood still, grounded by shock and overwhelmed by disbelief. The last thing she expected when she walked into the prestigious Golden Paradise Hotel was to stumble upon her husband of five years plowing into another woman like his life depended on it- an older woman, who physically was the complete opposite of her at that. Adelaide really could not believe her eyes, she thought she would blink and all of this would unravel as nothing but a bad dream; her worst nightmare, but no matter how many times she blinked, no matter how many deep breaths she took- the imagery before her did not change- Bovigan had indeed broken his marriage vows and cheated on her.

"Adelaide- baby please let me explain-" Adelaide held up her hand and silenced him before he could plead any further. An explanation was the last thing she needed, he was just going to slather her with excuses. Nothing was going to justify him cheating, unless his redhead b***h had drugged him and straddled his weakened body and altered mind- which she highly doubted was the case.

"I do not want to hear anything from you." She spoke in an almost indulgent voice, her anger simmering lowly and not reflecting on her face. Feeling the sting of unshed tears, Adelaide turned her back on the worst betrayal she knew she would ever suffer, but her hand had barely wrapped around the golden handle when she heard her husband's imploring voice again.

"Honey, please do not walk out like that, at least let me… let me explain." He offered her the option of more lies again. He was not going to explain to her anything in context to the truth, he was just going to lie to her.

"Explain to me what?! Explain to me what exactly?! I do not need a f*****g explanation!" Adelaide stomped her heeled foot furiously, snapping at him in a vicious tone he had never in their six years together provoked out of her.

Her flood of tears was unloaded from her glazed cobalt blue eyes at the sight of her husband's older mistress, who was probably well on her way to graceless forties or at least in her mid thirties. She could never get used to her slutty face and the brazen manner in which she displayed her body, especially to accentuate her voluptuous chest. She was a temptress no doubt.

'It was the boobs', she thought to herself.

He had always preferred women with a larger bust and she was not one of them. Her bust size was quite average. One look and her and she could not help but think that her face was not all that new to her, that she had seen her before. Those hazel eyes had definitely stared into her own before now, when, she could not remember clearly. Adelaide was digusted yet in the same sense crushed at the thought that the woman probably must have lured her husband into her arms so easily. She began asking herself if there were many others she did not know about.

Bovigan did not want to lose his wife because of his primal urges, he loved Adelaide with every stretch of his being, but the unforgiving look in her eyes as Charlotte wrapped her body around him in a futile attempt to keep him from getting off the bed; solidified the fate of their marriage. He knew that Adelaide was probably never going to forgive him and that their fractured marriage was probably never going to heal from his betrayal.

Billows of rage erupted inside Adelaide as Bovigan, stark naked and still semi- hard from his notable prior arousal, approached her, barely reaching her before she swung her arm and struck him with her handbag. The force of the blow delivered barely elicited a sturdy groan of pain from him, but it was enough to stun him out of his mind.

"Do not come near me you, filthy bastard!" She snarled, her words almost getting lost in the strained, wavering waves of her harsh voice. Peering over his shoulder, she was further enraged as she observed Bovigan's mistress roll her eyes jadedly before she made a slow departure to the ensuite bathroom. The woman was everything she was not, which had boiling envy coursing through her veins.

"How could you do this to me, you bastard?! After everything I sacrificed for you! No, I cannot believe this, you are unbelievable! f*****g unbelievable!" She refrained from pelting him with blow after blow from her furious hands. She was on the verge of having a mental breakdown, she was going to have to walk down the hotel lobby in the most disgraceful state. Bovigan had never humiliated her to this degree. She was done with him.

"It was a mistake, my love, we can fix this, please, baby, I am so sorry, please, let us talk about it." Bovigan beseeched, going to the extent of falling to his knees to express with greater emotional substance just how pleading of her forgiveness he was. He was as shameful as the most intense definition of the word and the desperation in his voice was abundant. His handsome face was marred by rue, Adelaide would have easily fallen for his entreatment, as such was the case in the past, but this time she could not see past the image of his taut behind clenching to the motion of his pivoting hips as he thrust his length into a v****a that was not her own. He still wore the marks to freshen the wounds encompassing her heart. The woman's red lipstick still dressed his shoulder and he had a visible bruise on his neck, where she had most likely sucked and bitten just moments before she launched herself into the hotel room.

"I should have listened to my father, he was right about you." Adelaide expressed with as much disgust and rage as regret. Those were the last words Bovigan was expecting to leave her mouth, but not even the intensity of the butchering effect they had on him could have prepared him for the words she shot at him next. "We are done! I never want to see your f*****g face again!" The impact of her white gold diamond ring to his forehead was not as forceful or as effective as her definitive, conclusive tone as she said those fateful words.

In his last attempt to soften her heart to the idea of a reconciliation and forgiveness, Bovigan crawled over to her, rising to his feet and reaching for her hands. He was met by rejection, his wife pulling her hands away so quickly, it was as though she had suffered a reflex reaction protecting her from the danger of a burning flame.

His cerulean eyes looked directly into her glassy ones and in that moment, inordinate amounts of determination were injected into his spirit. He was going to fight for her no matter what.

"Adelaide…" She slapped his hand away as soon as it neared her face. More desperation lined itself to his deep voice.

"Adelaide, please do not do this, I love you very much, I do not want to lose you-" He was silenced by a forceful shove to his chest, before he squinted his eyes as her leather handbag descended upon his face, but the blow never came.

Adelaide drew a long inhale and simultaneously exhaled deeply, coiling the strap of her bag around her wrist. "This marriage is over. I will make sure that you are served with the divorce papers tomorrow and you better sign them because you have already hurt me more than enough. Do not give me a hard time, you are not going to get a second chance, you do not deserve it, just as much as you do not deserve me. After everything I have done for you, you just…. I… I hope it was f*****g worth it, Bovigan, I hope you are happy, because you have lost me forever." That concluding statement, especially the last five words, haunted Bovigan long after she had left the hotel.

Convinced of Adelaide's departure, Charlotte left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. "I thought she would never leave." She rolled her eyes, emitting a puff of air snidely as she climbed onto the bed, knelt behind Bovigan and allowed her arms to hang from his shoulders. When her lips inched into his neck, Bovigan quickly rose to his feet to avoid her kisses.

His wolf growled broodingly. It was so hard for him to resist her, but he endeavoured to ignore his primal urges and keep Adelaide at the forefront of his thoughts.

"Not now Charlotte," he ran his hand through his hair and growled angrily at his own stupidity, "how did she even know that I was here?" He mumbled to himself, clearly thinking out loud, but Charlotte had a response for him.

"I told her." She simply stated.

Bovigan whipped his neck back and shot her an incredulous stare. "You what?!" He thought maybe he had heard incorrectly, but Charlotte continued in the same shameless tone,

"I took your phone while you were in the bathroom after we arrived and texted her," she shrugged her bare shoulders and proceeded to splay on the bed like she was without an ounce of care in the world.

Gazing at the shimmering chandelier, she smiled to herself contentedly and continued to reveal, "I made it seem like it was a surprise, like you were treating her to a little date- otherwise she would have never found out. You refused to tell her the truth, so I had to do something. You should sign those papers when she serves them to you and make sure that the divorce is finalized as soon as possible, I am tired of waiting. If my father only knew what I was going through, he would not be very happy at all and you know it is best my father is kept happy."

Bovigan had not known her long enough, but he could tell even from her calm temper that she was threatening him. He hated having to bend her way, but he had his legacy and Adelaide to protect.

"I was going to tell her," his jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth, expressing his anger towards her, "you do not need to involve your father, I will tell her everything tonight and hand her the divorce papers myself. You will get what you want, I won't make any mistakes." He lied. He had no intentions of leaving Adelaide. She was his forever, he had vowed to never let her go and he was keen on keeping that vow.

"Good!" Charlotte purred in delight, running her hands over her torso in sensual strokes to entice him. "Now I can finally have you to myself. Come to bed my darling and finish what you started, I will not be left undone and unsatisfied."

Bovigan ignored her and quickly got dressed while she grumbled. He grabbed his phone and keys, not sparing her a single glance before he began marching off.

"Bovigan! Bovigan!" She called for him irately, but he only stopped once and then continued to walk to the direction of the door after she continued to yell, "Where do you think you are going? Come back here!"

He left her there and she had never felt so humiliated. As she glared at the glazed, polished white mahogany door, she made a vow.

"You are mine Bovigan. I will be damned if I let you leave me for that pathetic, pitiable she- wolf."