Game Of Chess With My Ex-Husband's Uncle

It's a special day today.

Today is my wedding anniversary. I and my husband have been through a lot since we met. I've loved him for a long time and I was so happy that he loved me too. He wasn't successful then so my family tried to stop me from getting married to him, but I ignored them.

I love Marco so much.

I supported him and made sure he rose in status in his family. Now, he has become a top executive in the Blackwell Group.

Since then, Marco has become very busy and is working hard. He comes back home very late and we've not had any intimate moments in about a year. I think the stress is affecting him too much and I miss the days and nights of our hot passion.

So I'm going to surprise him today. What better day than our anniversary?

I made my way to the executive level of the Blackwell Tower while adjusting my trench coat. Underneath it was a lace lingerie that I bought to make my husband lust after me.

My body tingled with excitement at the thought of being ravaged by my husband. In the three years of our marriage, he had stopped having my time since about a year ago. It had been months since he even looked after me lustfully.

But that was going to change today. I would remind him what he has been missing out on.

The elevator dinged and I walked through the empty corridor and to the door of Marco's office. His secretary was absent so it was going to be just the two of us.

My heart raced wildly. Thinking of how bold I was to wear just a lingerie and a coat.

I pushed the door open and time seemed to slow down in front of me.

Marco. My husband, was bent over his mahogany table. His pants were dropped to his ankles and he was moving his waist back and forth vigorously like a horny dog. Beneath him was a woman with her skirt hiked up to her waist, her legs wide open and locked behind him. 

Marco's head was buried in her chest, devouring her breasts like a beast. The moans of Marco and the woman resounded into my ears, making me dizzy.

The cake in my hands slipped and splattered across the floor, staining the sparkling white tiles and my feet.

"Marco??" I breathed out, my voice weak and broken.

He jerked up in surprise, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. His cock slipped out of the woman's pussy with a plop. And the erection I hadn't seen in over a year pointed at me.

The woman he was fucking also noticed me and frowned. That's when I recognised her.

Belinda Cavalli. Marco's first love. The woman he had allegedly abandoned to marry me. She looked at me with disregard and annoyance because I interrupted their fun. She threw her hands around Marco's neck.

"Vivienne! Why the fuck are you here?" Marco growled. Not bothering to pull up his pants.

"Isn't today our wedding anniversary? I came to surprise you!" I replied with a cracked voice.

"What makes you think I give a fuck about that?" He barked, a vein bulging on his head.

My body shook. I couldn't understand Marco's behaviour. Anyone caught cheating wouldn't behave the way he was currently.

"Marco, you're cheating on me? You swore you were no longer seeing this woman!"

My chest tightened with betrayal and hot tears formed in my eyes.

Marco scoffed.

"You're the one who seduced me to marry you in the first place. Belinda has always been my lover."

It was as though a hot knife was pushed into my heart slowly. I couldn't find the words.

"Look at how disgusting you are." He grimaced. "You're always wanting to fuck anytime I see you but I can't get my dick to stand even when I see you naked."

My body shivered.

"How pathetic." Belinda spat. Her eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

"Very pathetic... And ugly. "

"Ugh!"

"I wonder how I got seduced by you in the first place. You're unattractive. Belinda here makes me feel like a man since you're incapable of doing so." He said while grabbing her tits and squeezing them. She let out a sultry moan.

Belinda threw a dirty smirk in my direction and I stumbled backwards into the door.

With hot tears running down my face, I turned the door open and ran out of the building.

"He's lying..." I said out aloud as I walked. "He can't be saying all those things about me. He's just stressed..."

I tried to justify what I caught Marco doing and what he said.

He knew I was coming so he did that to get my attention. Yes. That's what happened. Even if that was real, he'll come to his senses and ask for my forgiveness.

And I'll forgive him. Because I love him so much. 

I kept mumbling things to myself while walking back home. I didn't even pay attention to the people who looked at me weirdly.

By the time I arrived in our house, the house I lived with Marco, it was already dark. I saw Marco's car parked outside the house and I jumped.

'He's come to ask for forgiveness!'

I was convinced and so I ran into the house, flinging the door open.

The sight I saw again made me feel like I had been struck with a hammer to my chest.

Marco was seated on the couch, shirtless. And Belinda was sitting on his legs straddling him and they were both embroiled in a hot kiss. As though they were about to start fucking again.

They stopped upon noticing my entry and turned to look at me. Marco clicked his tongue.

"Oh? I told you she'd come back."

Belinda licked her lips in annoyance.

"She's really stupid."

I was frozen. The excitement that had been swarming up in my chest cooled sharply And the tears that dried gradually filled my eyes again.

"Marco... W-What is going on?" I stifled a sob.

He leaned and brought a piece of paper out of nowhere and then shoved it in my direction.

"Sign this." He ordered indifferently.

My heart skipped a beat.

"What's that?"

I moved to pick it up and struggled to read it.

"It's divorce papers, you idiot."

My legs lost strength and I collapsed on the floor.