Her Ex-husband’s Wrath

“That is the always the reason of a cheater, ‘unintentionally.’ Damn you, you hurt him, and then you will say you didn’t mean it?” Then she approached me. “You didn’t mean to hurt my brother? Fuck you, Ash. I told you, I don’t care if you will destroy our friendship but not my brother. Not my brother because he never did anything wrong to you.” Now she was sobbing.

I want to touch her but she quickly avoided it.

“Don’t touch me. If I only knew you were going to hurt my brother, I wouldn’t have agreed to your relationship. I thought you wouldn’t hurt him because we’re best friends. Because, even though we loved one man before, that didn’t cause us to break up. I thought you will value our friendship. I hope you don’t marry him if you hurt him like this. You know how much he loves you. He sacrificed everything we had just for you and to be with you.” She cries as she criticizes me for how bad I am as a wife and friend.

“Agatha, if you only knew how much I loved your brother but destiny opposed me and I lost. If you only knew how much I missed your brother. You as my best friend and you know that. Agatha, I wasn’t just hurt because I lost your brother. I was also hurt because I lost my best friend.”

I was surprised at what she did next. He approached me and took my hand.

“Ashley, come back. It’s not too late. He’ll still accept you because he loves you. Let’s get everything back to normal.” She sadly begged me. I want to give in to her, tell her everything and get back to our friendship and get back to normal just like before. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” But I can’t insist on everything now.

“Ash, when you don’t get him back. As long as my brother does not recover, I will continue to be angry with you.”

“Agatha.” I looked at her. I knew her more than anyone. She can hate and fuck up with everyone, as long her brother won’t get hurt. “I’m sorry.” Agatha let go of my hand and disappointed smirked.

“Forget everything we’ve been through, because from now on, for me it never happened that we became friends.” Then she walked out of the office as I followed her with my gaze.

I lost my husband. I lost my family. Now, I lost my best friend because of what happened to me. Who is to blame? Am I to blame for what happened to me? Is there anyone I can blame for?

Agatha had already left and Asher hadn’t arrived yet so I expected him to come in at noon. I wasn’t wrong because he comes with Paula. Asher hugged Paula as she wrapped himself around my husband’s waist. I’m hurt, but what right do I have?

They were laughing and obviously overjoyed. There was a pinch in my heart so I immediately averted my eyes when I saw them looking at me. Asher rested at his table and Paula on his lap.

“Is there any important meeting today?” Asher asked. I looked at him and saw him holding Pau’s waist.

“No, all your schedules are next week,” I replied.

“I see, heard it baby?” she asked Pau. “I haven’t had a meeting for one week and that means I’m with you for a week.” Asher simultaneously pressed Pau’s nose. So I went back to work but my ear remained listening to their conversation.

“Are you going to get me pregnant?” Pau asked accompanied by a laugh.

“You want to? Ha. Ha. Ha.” Asher asked back to Pau as if holding back a giggle.

“Stop, I’m tickling,” Paula said seductively. “Of course, I want to.” Then they laughed again.

“Do you want it now?” Asher asked incredulously.

“Ehh, it still hurts, you didn’t let me sleep last night because you’re so energetic. Maybe later it will growl and close suddenly.”

Why does it hurt so much when you find out that your husband is having sex with another woman. You want to get lost but you know you won’t get anything.

“I will open it again,” Asher says while kissing her.

“You’re naughty, and I love it.”

I stood up pretending not to care then went to the CR. When I get in I immediately closed the cubicle and then shed all the tears that had earlier threatened to come out. It was so painful what I witnessed. But what right do I have to be hurt if I am the one who left? If I was the reason he went to someone else. I should be happy because he found someone who made him happy and filled in my gaps and rebuilt him.

Maybe when Paula makes him happy, he’ll forgive me too. We will be friends again and everything will be back to normal.

I don’t know how many minutes I stayed in the bathroom. I washed my face so that it would not be obvious that I was crying.

But I was shocked to see Asher in front of the door. “What took you so long?” he asked me.

“I’m sorry, my stomach suddenly hurt.” He just looked at me badly then pushed me back inside the cubicle. The bathroom here is private inside Asher’s office. “Wait——“I couldn’t finish what I was about to say when Asher kissed me on the lips.

Why does he smell of wine?

“I fucking miss you, Ashley,” he said as he continued kissing me on the neck and rubbing his hand on the rest of my body.

“Asher please–” Asher suddenly bit my lip and I immediately tasted blood.

“Fuck you.” He forcefully unbuttoned my dress and because I am shocked I pushed him away. Because he is being drunk he was outbalanced and fell leaning against the bathroom door.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Asher I’m so–.” A strong slap was inflicted. I hold my face and he immediately approached me and squeezed my face.

“Are you refusing me huh? I already paid you but if you refuse you’ll think you’re clean. You are not clean, you are my slut! Make me happy, bitch!” Asher slaps me on both sides, tugs at me, and then knocks me softly.

“Enough,” I pleaded as I avoided him hurting me.

“Don’t complain, don’t refuse. you are my slut so you have no right to say no to what I want. Follow everything I say. Do you understand?” He gave me another weak slap. “Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.” Asher let go of me and even spat in my face.

“Fix yourself.” Then he came out of the CR.

I washed while crying. Sit on the floor then continue to cry.

‘Charles, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have endured this. so please don’t give up right away. Because I no longer knew what to do. I might as well die when you leave me.’