1- Milana

Milana

I let out a soft and tired sigh as I stand in front of my porch. Coming back to this house every day feels like a nightmare. It is a nightmare. I will never come back to this house and have peace of mind or sleep peacefully. Not when I have a husband named Maksim.

I let out another shaky breath and I slowly open the door, stepping in. The moment I step into the sitting room, the first thing that meets my ears are the sounds of flesh pounding. I feel my heart constrict and I suddenly find difficulty in breathing.

He has done it again. He brought in a woman. This is not the first time that Maksim is doing this. He always brings women to our matrimonial bed and fucks them. He treats me like trash and never thinks about how his actions hurt me. I can't even complain, if I do, I always end up with a swollen face and whip marks.

“Oh Fuck!! Maksim babyyyyyy…. you're so good….. Fuck me harder…hmmm..” The woman's loud moans fill my ears as my husband fucks her hard. I'm the one that's supposed to be in her place. I'm supposed to be moaning for him, not a strange woman.

Maksim hates me to the point that we don't even have sex. It only happened once and that was on our wedding night. He pushed half of his dick into me and abruptly pulled out as he roughly shoved me off the bed, saying that I was too tight. That was the last time he saw me naked and that was exactly two years ago.

“Hmmm…” Their moans and grunts hit my ears and my eyes fill with tears. The grocery bag that I'm holding falls to the ground and I angrily walk to his bedroom.

“Don't you have any shame?!!” There will be consequences for my actions, there definitely will be, but I don't care. I can't bear to hear my husband pleasuring another woman while I'm sexually frustrated.

They both stop and the strange woman riding my husband turns to look at me. “Maksim baby, who's she?” She asks breathlessly, their bodies slicked with sweat.

“I'm his wife!! Now get out of here. He's a married man for crying out loud!!!” I yell in anger, my tears threatening to fall.

“He never told me that.” The woman mumbles and Maksim just remains quiet, his black eyes blazing with untold anger. I'm going to be cooked after this.

“Now you know, use the door. Get off my husband.” An unsure look appears on her face, but she gets off his body regardless. She looks around for her clothes which she puts on before heading for the door.

The moment she stands side by side with me, she whispers to my ears before walking out, “Your husband was a good fuck.” I shut my eyes closed, my fist clenching tight.

“Maksim—”

“Shut up!!” He suddenly snaps at me, angrily getting off the bed. He removes the condom from his dick, which he tosses over to a trash can, before tying a towel around his waist.

“Who gave you the right to do that?” He demands as he walks towards me with heavy steps. I swallow nervously, repeatedly blinking my eyes as he stands in front of me, his height towering above me.

“Maksim I–”

“Shut the fuck up!! Bitch!!!” His voice thunders and the next second, I feel his hand wrap around my neck, knocking the air out of me as he pins me to a wall. “You don't get it Milana, do you?” He scoffs, his hold on my neck tightening as I struggle with tears.

“How dare you?” He holds my face up and his hand comes flying next. Time seems to be still, the slap sound reverberates in the room and I literally see stars.

“M….ma…m..” I can't speak and my face stings. I struggle with him, coughing hard and helpless tears stream down my face. What did I do to deserve all this?

“Stop telling people that we are married. You don't deserve to be my wife!! You are too cheap to be called the wife of Maksim. You don't deserve that title Milana. I already told you this!!!” His voice lacks any warmth and is laced with the intense hatred that he has for me.

“You are worthless and you are not good enough to me call my wife, you are not even good enough for me to fuck!!” More tears stream down my face and I'm already crying at this point. He's strangling me, I can't breathe.

“The only thing you are good at is housework. You are my maid, no…my maid will have more importance than you, Milana. This should be the last time that you call yourself my wife.” He finally releases his hold on my neck as he tosses me away, causing me to fall with a thud.

I break out in sobs as I begin to cry hard. I've done nothing to deserve this. I've done all I can to be a good wife, but Maksim never appreciates any of my efforts. I blame my mother for marrying me off to him.

I was just a business transaction. Mom owned Maksim and she married me off to him as a business collateral. Maksim is not even well to do. I'm the breadwinner of this house, I work myself to death, only to come back to receive a beating. Why can he never appreciate me?

“You disgust me, Milana. And I didn't even get to cum. Stupid bitch!!” He curses angrily and his right leg comes flying as he lands a kick in my rib. I let out a cry of pain, falling to the ground weakly as I cry my eyes out.

“You better have a good amount of money in here.”

“No...no..” I stammer, but he yanks my purse away from me, despite my efforts to get it back. My eyes are cloudy with tears and I watch helplessly as he collects all the money from my purse.

“This is your saviour today. Disgusting bitch!” He throws my purse at me, hitting my face with it. My whole body trembles in pain as I remain crying there. I remain there, crying and he never pays any attention to me as he gets dressed and leaves the house.