Chapter 2: A Dangerous Temptation

"W-What do you mean, divorce?" I asked, my lips quivering as I looked at him through a blurry vision.

He looked at me like I had gone senile.

"Wow.. is she always this stupid?" Belinda muttered.

"Unfortunately, yes. I really must have been crazy to marry her."

"This is why you should have never pushed me away, this naughty man."

"I'm sorry, my love. Please discipline this naughty boy of yours."

Belinda chuckled.

"And I will. Starting with that dick of yours. Now whip it out..."

"...."

They flirted and chuckled with themselves loudly without considering my presence.

I was forced into the position of the third wheel right in my marital home. It was as though they already forgot about my existence in the room.

I looked at the paper in my hands and tears streamed down my face.

"Marco, please..." I mumbled, my stomach twisted into a knot. I had lost all strength in my body.

Marco turned to face me with a grunt of annoyance.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

I looked up at him desperately, trying to summon all the strength I had to speak.

"We don't have to do this, Marco... You're all I have!" I squeezed out, the tears flowing endlessly. I was sure I looked pathetic but I didn't care.

Belinda hissed in annoyance and got off Marco's legs. "Marco, handle this immediately."

Marco's face crumpled with irritation and displeasure. He stood up, bare chested, and walked toward me, his face twisted like a demon.

"Get up."

My body shivered but I refused, instead, I hurriedly positioned to my knees and tugged on his pants.

"Please Marco, we've gone through too much together, Marco. I know you love me and I love you too. I've given everything that I have for you. Please let's fix this, Marco." I pleaded, my voice cracking and mixed with sobs. My nose was already dripping with snot.

I was desperate. I had really given everything and there was no place to return to. I had cut ties with everyone I knew just so I could live my dream life with Marco. That's why I made sure to help him become rich. I literally got him to the position he was today and just when I was going to enjoy the fruit of my labour and sacrifices, he wanted to divorce me and leave me for his first love.

Even if I caught him cheating, I was ready to forgive him and move on with him.

I looked into his eyes with desperation and hoped for him to answer me. But he glared at me with his eyes and his gaze felt heavy.

He reached out with his arm and reached for my face. My heart pounded in anticipation.

Perhaps...?

He didn't touch my face. Instead, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up with an aggressive motion. He forced me to my feet and brought my face close to his.

"Ack! Marco..." My head screamed from the pain but he didn't care, no... he intended it. He glared at me up close while I recoiled and tried to hold my head.

"Even if I wanted to fix anything. You're not worth it!" He growled, his words hurting me a hundred times more than my hair being pulled.

"You're ugly and repulsive. I can't even experience any pleasure with you and that's just one of the reasons you're so useless. Everyday I come back from work and I can smell your disgusting pheromones like a dog in heat. You move around the entire city all day and even show up at my office without being asked to. All because of your joblessness." Every word he said spoken with pure disgust and malice.

His glare made me shrink. It was as though he was looking at a sewage rat.

"Marco..." My face was felt hot with tears and snot. The tears were flowing more than ever.

"You're signing the divorce whether you want to or not."

He picked up his shirt and dragged me outside to his car. He flung me inside and drove to the court. Throughout the drive, I kept pleading with him through sobs but he refused to listen.

When I realised that nothing was going to change, I forced myself into composure and cleaned my face with the inner collar of my coat. I also smoothened my hair that he had roughed up and went quiet.

Marco took a quick glance at me as though in relief I was now quiet.

He took me to his lawyer's office and before he could start talking, I took a pen and signed the paperwork in front of the lawyer. I checked the contents of the divorce and saw that he didn't leave a penny to me after everything I had done for him.

"Are you just going to let her go like this?" Fred, his lawyer asked.

Marco looked at me with some uneasiness nestling deep in his eyes. He decided to make an offer to me.

"You can stay as my mistress if you want..."

I turned around and walked out of the office.

Really? A mistress? Was that what I had been reduced to? I had never felt so insulted in my life. After everything I did for Marco, he dared to ask me to be his mistress.

Truly, men are scum.

I wanted to drown my sorrows. I kept walking by the roadside still in my lingerie covered by the large coat. I didn't care anymore. I spotted a bar and walked in, ordering glasses of alcohol and starting emptying them one by one.

"Fuck him!" I spat in between glasses, my head turning fuzzy. I was gradually losing control of myself.

A strong scent suddenly wafted into my nostrils, making my body tingle. It was accompanied by a baritone voice coming from behind me.

"You look like you just got dumped."

The person was obviously talking to me. I turned my head to have a proper look and saw him.

A devilishly handsome man like he was sculpted by the gods. He had wavy black hair in a very neat haircut. His short but full beards accentuated his angular jawline. He was wearing a blazer and a grey shirt that seemed unable to contain his compact frame.

He took a quick and meaningful glance at me, his emerald eyes piercing into my soul. I subconsciously clenched my thighs. Something strange was happening to my body.

No... It wasn't strange. I had instantly gotten wet by the peak masculine presence who elegantly took a seat beside me. My pussy throbbed with desire.

"It's much worse than that." I managed to reply and took another gulp from my glass.

He motioned to the bartender and got a glass of expensive wine. He took a sip and swirled it in his hands, his gaze darting back to me.

"He must be a blind man. Either that or he's gay."

His words made my heart pound his voice made my body tingle with heat. I saw the lust in his eyes and my pussy gushed with fluids. I hadn't been touched in over a year and there was the perfect representation of temptation in front of me.

I was just divorced so there was nothing holding me back anymore.

My sense of reason disappeared in front of lust and desire.

"It's dark here. Do you want to have a proper look at me?" I asked, without hiding the hunger in my eyes.

His eyes shone with a glint, and he grinned like a hungry beast.

"I know a good place."

He stood up and I followed him, my steps unsteady but quick. He took me up some stairs into an empty corridor and stopped at a door, the door swinging open in haste and I followed him inside. The door closed shut behind me.

I turned to face him only to feel his hand gripping my throat and his lips crashing into mine.

I felt my mind slip.