Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret.

Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret

Written By

Okwuma Esther (Esther~Writes)

Reyna's POV.

With all the strength left in me, I dragged the last bag of groceries I bought from the supermarket a few miles away into the house. My hands and neck ached badly as I carried them into the kitchen all by myself because neither the bodyguards nor Alex were around to help me out.

Even if Alex was home, I doubt if he would offer a helping hand in lifting the heavy provisions and groceries Into the house.

Just the thought of him made my mood turn sour because how can I explain to people that I have no idea when my man would be returning home.

‘it's always been like that anyways,’ I thought, followed by a sigh.

He'd leave for days, weeks, sometimes even a month without informing me and whenever I tried asking where he had been for so long, he always gave me the same generic response.

"It's none of your business, Reyna. Stop poking your nose into my matters ; your priority should lie in the kitchen," He emotionlessly says to me every time and I've managed to get used to it and learned to stop asking him any questions.

With a body full of sweat, I arranged the bags on the kitchen counter before proceeding upstairs for a shower. I also took a mental note to take a short nap before Alex returns… that was if he did by the way.

Climbing up the stairs, I tried to take off the thoughts of Alex from my mind as I headed in the direction of our bedroom.

On getting to the door of my room, some sounds pierced into my eardrums, freezing my feet to the ground as my brows formed deep lines and my eyes narrowed suspiciously at the closed door before me.

'Who was making such sounds in my bedroom? I am the only one at home and I doubt if that would be Alex so who could that be?'

My heartbeat quickened, pounding loudly in my ears as fear crept in. I had no idea who or what was on the other side of the door.

My mind raced with every possibility through my head as I took a hesitant step forward. Grabbing a flower vase from a nearby table, I felt a lump form in my throat, a cold, tight sensation settling in my chest.

'What if someone broke in while I was gone?' The thought made my blood run cold, but quickly, a surge of boldness and courage followed.

'Whoever it is, they’re going to regret this.'

My fingers trembled slightly around the vase, but I steadied myself, lifting it defensively in a tight grip as I reached for the door handle. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, my heart pounding in my chest.

The moaning grew louder, and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight before me. My husband, Alexander, was lustfully slamming his hips into a woman beneath the sheets, his groans of pleasure filling the air. But it was the woman's voice that made my blood run cold. She moaned loudly, and I recognized the voice as none other than my best friend, Chloe.

My heart felt like it had been ripped apart, my guts churning with a mix of shock, pain, disgust and betrayal. Tears began to pool in my eyes as I stood there, frozen in disbelief.

I didn't even notice when the flower vase had fallen to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces just like my heart.

I was stunned, my mind struggling to process the scene before me. My husband, the man I loved and trusted, was cheating on me with my best friend, the person I thought I knew better than anyone. The pain was suffocating, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair.

I felt the temperature of the room drop by several degrees, my heart squeezing like I was suffocating in silence, like I was being stabbed over and over again into my heart with the painfully reality of betrayal hitting me hard across my face.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away, not allowing myself to break down. I couldn't let them see my weakness, not now. Even though my heart was shattering, I refused to let it show.

At the sound of the flower vase shattering on the floor, Alex froze, then turned toward me. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across his face, his eye sweeping across the floor then up my face but it quickly morphed into a cold, almost contemptuous glare.

There was no hint of guilt or regret in his expression. His sharp blue eyes were cold as he stared at me. "What the hell are you doing here, Reyna?" he demanded, his voice sharp, like a knife to the chest. "Don’t you know how to knock? Or have you suddenly forgotten all basic manners?" His words sent a chill through me.

"What the hell are you doing in bed with my friend, Alex?" I shot back, my hands clenched so tightly at my sides that my nails dug into my palms, though I couldn’t stop the trembling. It was becoming hard to keep my emotions intact.

With barely a glance in my direction, Alex slid off the bed and began pulling on his pants. "Are you blind, or do you just need glasses to see I was busy?" he snapped, his tone dripping with indifference, like my feelings didn’t matter at all.

"Busy with what, Alex?!" I demanded, my voice trembling with rage. "Busy fucking my best friend on our matrimonial bed? In our very bedroom? Are you fucking serious now, Alex?" I asked, my eyes wide in disbelief.

But Alex just settled on the bed, nonchalant, and pulled Chloe closer to him. "Yes? Do you have a problem with that now, Reyna?" he questioned, his tone casual, like it was not a big deal.

My gaze hardened, fixed on his arm wrapped around Chloe's waist, pulling her naked body closer to his chest. I felt my nails digging deeper into my palm as I struggled to keep my cool, but it was getting harder by the second.

Chloe snuggled closer to Alex's bare chest, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Seems like she does, Alex. I mean, who wouldn't be mad?" She mocked with a smile, tracing an invisible line on Alex's chest. "It's quite unfortunate for her that there's someone like me in your life who is very capable of giving you the satisfaction you need, Alex. Unlike Reyna who is so lazy and taste sour in bed."

That was the final straw.

I lost my cool that I fought so hard to retain.

The audacity of Chloe to still have the guts to speak and ridicule me had prompted me to dash to the bed, my hand flying across Chloe's face in a resounding slap.

"REYNA!" Chloe yelled out my name, her eyes wide with shock, her cheeks reddening as she clutched at the spot where my hand had made contact.

"Shut the hell up you shameless bitch! How dare you have an affair with my husband, Chloe?!" I demanded furiously.

But before I could even process what was happening, I felt a sudden, stinging slap on my cheek. The force of it sent my face jerking to the side, and I instinctively raised my hands to cradle my cheek in shock. "Did he just...? Did Alex actually raise his hand on me... all because of her?!" I thought, stunned and disbelieving.