Her Forbidden Affair: The Regret of the Billionaire Husband

Susan's POV

"Sussy?" Rebecca, my friend, called to me from a distance as I hailed a taxi outside a hospital.

Oh crap! "Don't come any closer, please," I muttered through gritted teeth, adjusting my scarf to hide the swelling around my right eye.

I had just finished a doctor's appointment for an injury I'd gotten earlier.

"Hi, Rebecca," I finally replied, forcing a smile and trying to hide my face. I didn't want her to worry, but the closer she got, the harder it was to conceal my features.

I saw her eyes widen in shock when she saw me clearly up close.

"What happened to your eyes, Susan?" she asked urgently, her voice filled with concern.

 I cleared my throat. “It’s nothing, Becca,” I replied quickly. “I just took a bad fall.”

She shook her head. “Don’t lie to me, it wasn’t a fall. Your cheeks are purple and your eyes are swollen. It looks like you got punched, like you were in a fight.”

My heart leaped; Rebecca was too smart to be fooled.

“I didn’t get in a fight. It was just a fall,” I tried to lie, but my voice betrayed me.

She was silent for a moment, and I realized she was piecing things together in her head. “Your husband hit you, didn’t he?”

“How about we talk about it later?” "I'm late for a meeting," I said, heading towards the taxi without waiting for his reply.

I opened the door and got in. I told the driver where I wanted to go, but before he started moving, the other passenger door opened and Rebecca got in.

The driver assumed she was with me and started driving.

She turned toward me, but I looked away, pretending not to see her.

“I’m your friend, Susan. We’ve been friends for years, and you know I care about you. So don’t try to hide anything from me.”

I bit my lip, holding back tears, as the memories of that beating replayed endlessly in my head.

“You’re right,” I finally said in a low voice. “Alex did this to me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her brows furrow in anger. If his gaze could kill, I was sure Alex would have been dead right then and there.

 Rebecca didn't know that Alex had been physically abusing me for a long time; it wasn't the first time, but this time it was worse. And every time I tried to leave, he threatened me.

"Did you file a police report?" she asked, her eyes fixed on mine, as if she were already searching for the answer before I could even reply.

That's precisely why I didn't want her to know that Alex was responsible for my injuries. I didn't report him to the police, and I don't intend to, because it would have been pointless.

Alex's family would cover up and distort the whole story if I tried to get justice from the police.

“No, Rebecca,” I murmured, almost ashamed of having said it. “I didn’t call the police.”

“Don’t be stupid, Susan. Are you going to wait for him to kill you?” she shouted, her voice loud enough for the driver to hear.

Then she turned to the driver. “Drop us off at the nearest police station,” she ordered, leaving no room for discussion.

The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror, as if waiting for my confirmation.

I quickly shook my head to dismiss Rebecca’s orders, hoping he would get the signal.

“Rebecca…” I began.

“No, Susan,” she interrupted. “We have to teach that son of a bitch a lesson he’ll never forget.” “

I swallowed hard, part of me wanting to just stay silent and let her do it, but Alex’s threat echoed in my head, loud and clear.

“Rebecca, I want Alex to pay for his repeated domestic violence and infidelity. But his family is one of the most powerful in the country, and I’m just a poor girl from a modest background.”

I noticed the driver staring at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with compassion, but he said nothing.

Rebecca shook her head. “If you keep going like this, if you let fear paralyze you, he’ll end up killing you one day. Come on, Sussy, is that really what you want?” She shouted, her brows furrowed with anger.

Her words pierced me like daggers, but all I could do was look down. My hands were trembling on my knees, and I pressed them together, as if that would stop the shaking.

"You don't understand," I whispered.

I blinked, trying to hold back the tears that blurred my vision. “It’s not just him, Becca. It’s his whole family. They control the police, the lawyers, the newspapers, everything. If I talk, I’ll lose before I even get started.”

For a moment, Rebecca was silent. She stared out the window, her chest rising and falling sharply, as if she were holding back the urge to shout at me again.

Then she turned back to me, her voice calmer than I expected. “Then maybe you should run for your life, get far away, somewhere he can’t find you.”

Her determination frightened me almost as much as Alex’s fists. Rebecca wasn’t one to back down.

I wanted to beg her not to get involved, but before I could speak, my phone rang loudly in my purse. 

I froze.

My hands trembling, I pulled it out and stared at the screen.

My blood ran cold.

It was Alex.

The phone continued to vibrate in my palm; his name alone on the screen made my heart pound.

Rebecca's eyes fell on it, then returned to me, her lips parting in shock.

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

Rebecca, sensing my hesitation, rejected the call with a sharp hiss.

But then, a message appeared on the screen.

"Nice scarf. Too bad it can't hide everything. You think you can hide from me, huh?"

Rebecca gasped. I jerked my head up and saw her black SUV following us.

 My throat tightened so much I felt like I was choking.

Rebecca leaned forward, gripping the driver's seat. "Speed ​​up, please," she insisted. "Don't let that car catch us."

But the driver shook his head nervously. "Ma'am, I don't want any trouble. If it's who I think it is, running away will only make things worse."

The SUV swerved and passed us at a terrifying speed. The tinted window rolled down just enough for me to see the demon I knew all too well, Alex.

My stomach clenched.

The driver slowed to a stop. My feet were numb, but Rebecca was calm, like a warrior ready to face the enemy.

I opened the door, bracing myself for shouts or the cruel grip of her hand on my arm.

"Don't tell him anything, Sussy," Rebecca ordered as we got out of the taxi. "Let me speak."

"He's going to hurt you," I said, my voice trembling.

Rebecca simply placed her hand on his waist, preparing to confront him.

The SUV door opened. Alex stepped out, imposing in his dark suit, not a hair out of place.

His cold gaze swept over me as if he were eager to take his favorite punching bag home.

My palms were already sweating, and my breath caught in my throat as Rebecca walked toward him.

 I knew he was going to hit her, I was afraid for her, but I stayed still, watching.

And then, something I never could have imagined happened.

Instead of confronting him as she had promised, she threw herself against his chest and their mouths met in a fierce, greedy kiss.

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest, a pain so intense that even Alex's physical violence paled in comparison.

The driver next to me stared, speechless. "Huh?" he gasped. "I don't understand."