Sinful Lust

Chapter 3 Humiliate

Both of them were startled to see me, especially Sharon. Her face turned pale as she stared at me with her eyes wide open and staggered backward a couple of steps in disbelief.

“Hubby, why are you here?” Sharen asked in surprise.

“I am here to expose you! You disgusting slut!” I felt my voice cracking as I yelled emotionally.

“Hubby, listen to me, it’s not what you think.” Sharon still wanted to talk herself out of this. Did she think that she could continue to play me like a fool at this point? Never in my wildest dreams did I expect Sharon to be such a shameless slut! How could they conduct themselves so shamelessly by kissing and fondling in public?

“What’s there to explain, you adulterous sluts?!” I yelled furiously as I swung my fist toward that man and punched his face.

Sharon grabbed me and begged, “Jordan, please stop.”

“Get off me!” My eyes were bloodshot and I thirsted for blood. Sharon tried to protect her lover by holding me back but I forcefully threw Sharon off me.

“Jordan, listen to me. It’s not what it looks like.” Sharon grabbed me from behind.

“f**k off!” I was enraged and pried Sharon’s hands off and pushed her to the ground.

The man wiped the blood from the edge of his lips and then punched my nose. My nose bled immediately but I ignored the pain and lunged toward him.

The hotel security guards rushed out and stopped me.

“Release me!” I yelled furiously as the guards pinned me to the wall.

The man helped Sharon to her feet and Sharon took out a paper napkin to lovingly wipe the blood off his face.

I was furious. I was Sharon’s husband. How could that slut attend to that man so affectionately in front of me?

The man scoffed at me and said, “So you’re that deadbeat husband of Sharon’s. It’s good that you’re here. You saved me a trip.”

The man then intentionally grabbed Sharon for me to see.

“You motherfucker!” I yelled and struggled. The security guard then struck my back with his baton and I almost passed out from the pain.

The man chuckled to see my predicament and said, “Jordan, what can you do to me? I can squash you like an ant. See this hotel? It’s mine. What do you have? You’re just a dead-beat employee with a meager salary. You’re unworthy of Sharon. Babe, why don’t you end it with him today? Then we won’t have to sneak around in the future.”

I glared at Sharon as I waited for her response. Sharon saw that the man had the situation under control and began to calm down. When I was clobbered by the security guard, my heart sank when she just looked on emotionlessly, without a shred of concern.

Sharon looked at me and did not hesitate to lean on the man as she said, “Jordan, let’s divorce. Your salary isn’t even enough for my cosmetics. You have no one else to blame for your own failure.”

“Heard that? Your wife wants you to f**k off!” the man said with a smug grin and then intentionally kissed Sharon.

The number of onlookers grew and pointed at me as they sniggered as if they were saying what a loser I was that my wife had to find another man to satisfy her sexually.

A sense of intense humiliation engulfed me that my wife and her lover ganged up against me in public.

The world began to spin around me and a nauseating taste filled my mouth. I started to yell frantically as I broke free from the guards.

I took out a fruit knife from my pocket and lunged toward the cheating sluts. I was prepared to kill them even if I died trying.

I ran several steps and felt the baton striking down hard on my head. I started to blackout as I fell in a flurry of punches and kicks.

I slumped on the ground writhing in pain. I looked helplessly at the man as he held Sharon’s slender waist and got into a luxury car.

It started to rain and the security guards went back into the hotel.

I started to cry, yell, and pound the ground with my fists. Tears streamed down from my eyes and I could not tell them apart from the rain. Passers-by looked at me like they had seen a lunatic.

I struggled to my feet as the rain increased in intensity. That cheating pair had left long ago. Thunder rolled as if they were protesting their shameless acts.

I stood and yelled hysterically in the raging storm.

Argh…

My soul and body felt empty and I staggered along the street like a zombie.

The large raindrops struck mercilessly against my body and I was like a leaf that was tossed by the raging waves in the ocean.

My wife who I once loved deeply had humiliated me in public with her lover. I had lost all my dignity.

Pedestrians walked by with their umbrellas and looked at me judgmentally as I wailed and swore like a lunatic. At that moment, I felt like a crazy clown that was on display for all to ridicule.

Lies, all lies.

How could Sharon say that she loved me and then have s****l relations with another man?

We even swore an oath till death do we part. They were all lies.

How could Sharon say that she loved me and then raise her ass to be heartily f****d by that man?

Fuck her bloody love!

Fuck that heartless b***h!

Fuck that vile slut!

Suddenly, I collapsed onto the ground and my vision gradually darkened as I felt consciousness seeping out of me. Before I blacked out, I took out my cellphone and the last I remembered was placing a call to Jezelle.

After some time, I gradually opened my eyes and what greeted me was a beautiful and familiar face as she said, “Jordan, you’re finally awake. You really scared me.”

I then realized that I was in the hospital.

The person who looked at me anxiously was not Sharon. That slut was long gone with her lover.

I slowly stretched out my hand to feel that beautiful face. It was Jezelle.

I thought that Jezelle and I were just friends and I was someone who she could confide in whenever she felt disappointed with her marriage and husband. Never did I expect that she would be the one who watched over me when I hit rock bottom.

My frozen heart immediately thawed and warmed up.

Jezelle held my hand and her beautiful eyes were filled with concern as she asked, “Jordan, are you alright? What happened to you?”