Chapter Nine: The devil

Ethan’s POV

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath, my mind racing.

The second Maya walked out, I pushed myself off Anna with a sudden, forceful jolt. I may not have shown love to Maya, but this was a profound act of disrespect. I was angry, and I knew, with absolute certainty, that Anna had planned this entire scene.

"What do you think you’re doing, Anna?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing.

I pretended not to care that Maya saw us. I didn’t want to look like an idiot, but the truth was, my heart was hammering in my chest, a mixture of shock and anger swirling inside me.

The force with which I had pushed into Anna earlier hadn't been an act of passion, but a desperate attempt to make her stop teasing Maya.

"I'm asking you, Anna, why did you call Maya over here?" I asked again, my voice trembling with fury. Unable to control the burning rage inside me, I slammed my fist against the wall. "Didn't I tell you that I would sort things out with her alone?"

Anna yelled back, "Sort what out, Ethan? This is the same thing you've been saying for two years!

'Maya will go, Maya will go,' and yet you two just celebrated your second wedding anniversary not long ago!"

"What if I've decided not to divorce her?" I shot back. "What the hell will you do then?"

A smirk played on Anna's lips as she pulled out her phone. "Then you've left me no choice but to show her this video." She pressed a button, and a grainy video began to play again.

The footage was from the after-party of our wedding. Our friends and Maya's friends were all there, celebrating the night away. I had excused myself to use the bathroom. The moment I entered, I heard a sound behind me, followed by the distinct click of the door locking.

Tired and a little tipsy, I turned to see who it was. Before I could fully process it, a pair of hands wrapped around me from behind, tracing a path down to where I had already pulled out my penis to urinate.

"Who are you?" I slurred, my voice thick with exhaustion. The scent of the person was the same as my wife's.

"Maya, I know it's you, but can't we wait a little while? We will soon go inside." I turned to face her, kissing her forehead, my penis still exposed.

"Shh," a low seductive voice "This is what you need right now."

"I know, baby, but..." Before I could finish, my penis was in her mouth.

"Ugh!" I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. It felt as if this was what I needed in that moment.

"You're the best wife," I moaned, "you know exactly what your husband wants without even asking."

I gripped the sink, holding on for dear life as she voraciously devoured me. My erection grew harder, and I needed more. I grabbed her hair and thrust into her mouth. She choked on my sudden aggression, and I released her.

As she stood up and began to kiss me, just then I realized she wasn't Maya. It wasn't my wife.

I knew every nuance of my wife, the taste of her mouth, the taste of her pussy, I will never forget that not even in this world

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, my eyes wide with a horrifying realization.

I shoved her away from me, and there, standing before me, was Anna. Maya's best friend. The last person on earth Maya would ever suspect of betraying her.

"What is the meaning of this, Anna? Do you understand the consequences of what you're doing?" I asked, my mind reeling.

"Of course, I do," she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Maya will divorce and leave you the moment she finds out, and I will take over."

She leaned in close, her voice a low purr. "There's a video recording that has captured everything so far. If you don't want Maya to see it, finish up, because I'm soaking wet, and my pussy is aching for this huge cock of yours."

She scrambled onto the sink counter and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and her vagina was already glistening with arousal.

I moved closer, gripping her hips, and, in a fit of rage and lust, forced my huge, standing penis inside her. A loud moan escaped her lips.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the primal urges within me were deaf to reason. I began to have sex with her, fueled by anger, as if punishing her. I believed that after this night, she would never try to manipulate me again. I thought that I was in control, but I didn't know I was dealing with the devil herself.

She deleted the video right in front of me and promised never to show her face to me again. I didn't know that she had set up two phones at different angles; she deleted the video from one and left with the other, keeping the evidence.

And that is how I have been blackmailed until today. The anger I've shown Maya all this time was a misplaced reaction to my stupidity. I didn't show love to Maya but the thought of hurting her was unbearable. I was harsh to her, hoping she would stop loving me.

I spoke to her rudely in Dr. Gilbert's office, all to make her hate me and leave me on her terms.

I sank onto the bed, lost in a daze, trying to imagine how Maya must be feeling right now. Anna approached me, her voice a low murmur that I barely registered.

"Ethan, I did what I did to make Maya leave on her own," she pleaded. "Please forgive me for acting without telling you. It's just that I was getting impatient."

Suddenly, a text popped up on my phone. It was from Dr. Gilbert.

[Come to the hospital immediately you see this text.]

"Maya... I hope nothing has happened to Maya," A wave of fear washed over me. I grabbed my car keys and left, not saying another word to Anna.