Mockery

Susan's pov

"You know she saved herself until she was twenty-five because she was waiting for 'the right man'? I guess all those years of locking it up made her cunt rust shut." Christy laughed, and my throat tightened with pain.

"Seriously," Ryan laughed, kissing her forehead. "That's why I've been dodging sex her for months. I only pretend to be free when I know she's buried in work. Like today—I only stayed home because I knew she was flying to Atlanta. I made up that bullshit story about preparing an anniversary dinner just to keep her from getting suspicious."

Christy sighed. "If she's really that awful, why don't you just divorce her and marry me?"

What?! My eyes widened at that, but I forced myself to listen well.

Ryan sighed. "Babe, you know I want to divorce the bitch. But Susan is our money bag. My last two tech ventures went completely under and the creditors would have stripped me bare if Susan's name wasn't tied to the accounts. Her fashion company is pulling in millions. And She pays for everything—our mortgage, our vacations, even that Cartier bracelet I bought you last month was paid for using her business credit card."

Christy gasped. "Wait, she paid for my bracelet?"

"Yes, I bought it from our joined accounts. Our assets are totally intertwined. If I divorce her today, she gets the house, her money, and I'm left with nothing but debts. I need to quietly siphon more of her capital into my dummy corporation over the next few months. Once I secure enough of her assets, I'll drop the divorce papers and marry you. Until then, we play nice."

Behind the door, I felt a cold, hard shell suddenly form around my shattered heart and the tears immediately stopped.

I was filled with so much anger that the sadness suddenly evaporated and was replaced by a searing, white-hot fury.

My first instinct was to burst in and smash the bottle over his skull, then scratch Christy’s eyes out, but I immediately stopped myself.

No. A dangerous voice whispered in my head. If you do that, they will win.

If I exposed them now, Ryan would freeze the joint accounts, hide the stolen assets, and hire a ruthless lawyer. I would be forced to pay his alimony meaning, I could lose my company, my wealth, and be left holding the bag for his debts.

I couldn't let them off that easy. No. Never.

I had to find a way to make them pay.

So I quietly took a step back and retreated down the hallway, with my bare feet making no sound on the carpet.

I soon opened the front door, then slipped out into the night. I got into my car, started the engine and drove away, with my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.

I didn’t know where I was going, or what I was going to do, but I just kept diving.

The city lights blurred past in a haze, but my mind was a chaotic storm of betrayal, calculation, and a raw, clawing desire for vengeance.

When I finally pulled over and turned off the engine, I looked up, and to my surprise, I was parked in the glowing pink-and-purple lights of The Velvet Lounge. It was a very expensive and high end night club for rich people.

I recalled it because a friend had once told me about it over drinks: "If you ever want a real man who knows how to fuck a woman right, you go there. There are many Elite male escorts there. They are expensive. But they say can make you cum so hard that you will see heaven."

I looked down at myself and saw that my trench coat was parted, revealing the sheer black lace, my bare skin, and my hard nipples.

My pussy was wet again… but this was not from the thought of my husband anymore.

I was now wet from the thought of having dark, vengeful sex with a man who could pound my pussy till I finally saw stars.

I just wanted to feel something. I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't defective like Ryan had earlier said.

And I was going to spend any amount of money to do it, after all, Ryan and Christy could not be the only ones wasting my money and having great sex.

Without another second of hesitation, I pulled my coat tight, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the entrance.

It was time to finally get properly fucked for the first time in my life.