The Cheating

OLIVIA’S POV.

“ Clinton!.” I screamed out loud as I watched his cock buried inside her, her legs spread out in a arc over his back. Her moan ceased immediately.

 He ignored my presence and continue to move his waist in rhythm, banging her loud enough for me to hear.

“ Moan for me baby.” Clinton said and spanked her on the ass.

“ Clinton Bazzi!.” I yelled.

“ Why are you disturbing me, woman?.” He roared and got off her. I watched as the other woman pulled the duvet over her body to cover her nakedness.

“ You!.” I said weakly as the tears rolled down my cheeks. “ You! How dare you?.” I added, sniffing back the catarrh running down my nose.

Clinton chuckled softly.

“ I can do anything I want. It’s my life, my house and my money.” He replied.

I scoffed, unable to believe that the man I had married and loved for years had changed so drastically.

“ We are married, Clinton. This isn’t the first time you are doing this and in no way will I overlook this.” I said, her heart aching as I did. My head banging from the sight of seeing them together on my matrimonial bed, our matrimonial bed.

“ Your opinion doesn’t matter, Olivia. It doesn’t.” He said, his voice so calm that I felt the crazy urge to pounce on him and pluck his eyes out.

“ How dare you?.” I yelled admist my tears, my voice cracking as I paced up and down the room, thinking of what to do.

“ How dare I what?.” He questioned and I clenched my teeth in anger, squeezing my palms into fists.

“ You ass….” I paused, not letting the words out. “ I can’t believe you would repeat the same thing over again. Is this really what love means to you? Is it what our marriage means? I…” I paused and dragged a breath, my eyes squeezed gently to let the next batch of eyes rain flow down.

“ Marriage!.” He exclaimed and chuckled dryly then ran his palm over his head. “ You must think so highly of yourself. I love thick women, Olivia and you are nothing close to that.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“ Really? Then why are you still with me? Why are we still here, doing this and having issues over and over again?.” I yelled, tears running down my cheeks.

My heart beating rapidly. My legs getting wobbling. It was as though the whole world had come to an end. Like time stopped to let my pain sink in.

 “ See Olive, I was just managing you from the start but since it’s like this then you should that I no longer love you, Olive. What am I saying, I never loved you.” He said and laughed loudly.

“ Oh Clinton! That was harsh but I love it though.” The other woman said and laughed too.

“ You have nothing to worry about Taya. She is no threat to you.” He assured and stepped into bed with her.

 I wiped my face with the back of my palm but more tears flowed down as I did. It was as though a big dagger had pierced through my heart.

 I inhaled deeply and squeezed my eyes shut hard before summoning the courage and walking towards the desk. I had it set long time ago, had it typed out. I had stashed it away because I had thought he would change, turn a new leave and give our marriage a new chance. But I was wrong. I was never going to be enough. I was never going to be the only. There would always be a different woman in the picture. One thicker that what I looked like. One that moaned differently than I did.

 I dragged in my breathe and pulled the papers out then pushed it backwards before walking over to the bed.

“ Sign it!.” I said and slammed it on the bed, my teeth clenched to stop my sobs from escaping.

“ What’s that?.” He asked as he brought his head up from her kissing her neck to look at me.

“ The divorce papers. Sign them.” I ordered as I tried to hold myself from breaking down.

 He held my eyes for a long while then let out a dry laughter.

“ Do you realize that you will only be on the losing end of this?.” He said with a smirk on his face. I hated that smile. That glow. That satisfaction he had. It made me want to dust it off him and watch him suffer and be sad to just like I am right now.

“ Sign the fucking thing, Clinton.” I yelled, pain obvious in my voice and I hated it. Hated that he had to see me in this way. Hated that she had to see me like this too with that smile of achievement on her lips.

“ I will, Olivia. I am not scared of you. You are the one who should be scared of me. I can ruin you and your family and you know that. You should rethink this. Think of how much things I could to your family, Olivia. I am wealthy and powerful. Commoners like you don’t mess with my kind.” He threatened.

I refused to let his words get to me even though deep down I knew that was true. I knew that I might end up regretting this but first I wanted my peace.

“ Sign it, Clinton. Let me be the one to worry about that.” I snarled.

“ As you please, Olivia but you will regret this.” He said calmly and picked up a pen from table on his bedside. He sat up and placed the papers in his palms, scribbling some words on it.

That was it. His signature right there.

Maybe I never expected him to really sign it. Maybe I had expected him to go on his knees and beg me again. Just like he always did. Just like the previous time. Maybe he would ask that I give him a second time. Ask that I overlook this and fight for our love.

But today it was nothing.

Nothing but just some shattered dreams and wasted years.

I picked up the papers and tried not to squeeze it or tear them into pieces and throw at his face as a punishment for giving up on us but instead I do nothing but watch.

I watched him lean down to kiss her again and I ran out of the room, holding onto the tears that was welling in my eyes.

“ Lock the door on your way out.” I heard him scream after me and my world crumbled.