Chapter 5: Phase One of Kaia’s Plan

Kaia POV

I called my good for nothing, asshole husband. After all the insults, he agreed to come to the house this afternoon.

“Make sure you aren’t there. I don’t want to see you. You irritate me to the point that my teeth itch. You disgust me.” He said, cruelly.

My jaw clenches tightly, “Fine. I won’t be here anyway. Not for at least a week.” I lied.

“I’ll come back for the week then.”

“Thank you.” I said and then I hung up.

I shake off the nerves and make sure the fridge is stocked and everything is in its place. I found out there is a house in our neighborhood that is an Airbnb and I rented it for the week. I set up shop over there. All the monitors, speakers, listening devices…all of it, are set up. I will gather enough evidence and then I will send that and my medical records to the attorney I hired. The guy I have on retainer is the best in the area and not only that, but he is also a barracuda. He told me what I would need and I have almost everything.

It's hours later and I see him drive up. I did hire an actor to play a cable man so my husband would buy the lie, but when he rolls in to the driveway, I see he has a woman on his arm. I move to the cameras in the house.

I see him open the fridge and pull out a bottle of chardonnay. He pours a glass for the redhead he invited into my house, that I paid for before we got married, and they start talking.

“So, this is your house?” she said seductively.

“Yeah. I needed to come back for the cable repairman today.” He said, grabbing her by the waist. “Once he gets here and does what he needs to do, you and I can have some…fun.”

She giggled, “Aren’t you a naughty boss man Mr. Black?”

“When everything is done, I’ll show you just how naughty I can be.” He growled at her.

Right on cue, the doorbell rings, and the hired cable man is there at the front door.

“Hey. I’m here about the cable box.” He said.

“Yeah, it’s in the back. I’ll show you.” He said.

After about twenty minutes of acting like he did something, the man I hired left and I went back to the cameras inside. The first thing I see is my husband shoving that redhead against the wall and lifting her up as she wraps her legs around his waist.

Next thing I know, he carries her into the bedroom, and I go to the monitor I installed there. It’s tiny like a pinhole, but boy, does it capture everything.

“Fuck! Your cock is huge! Shove it in me harder!” Ms. Redhead moaned and screamed.

“Take all of it.” He said, thrusting into her. “That’s my slutty assistant. You like my cock punishing your pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck YES! Harder! Make me take it, baby!” She screamed out.

I sat there, disgusted. She’s, his assistant. He is talking to her like she is a whore. I mean, I guess she is, but it’s not my business. This is just the beginning of the end for him anyway. At the end, he starts thrusting his cock down her throat. Forcing her to take the entire thing and makes her choke. Then he cums all over her face. It was like watching a terrible p**n video.

My heart is still though. I once thought I could make things work with him; but now I know I was wrong. I figured that out pretty quickly in our marriage actually. Six months in, he couldn’t take it anymore. He blew up at me. I still remember that day.

“DO YOU THINK I FIND YOU EVEN REMOTELY ATTRACTIVE?! YOU MAKE MY DICK WANT TO HIDE FROM YOU! LET ME BE CLEAR KAIA…I WAS FORCED INTO THIS MARRIAGE. I DON’T WANT YOU! I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL. YOU ARE FUCKING GROSS. NO MAN WILL EVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU OR TOUCH YOU!” he screamed. My crime? I made a romantic dinner, hoping to grow our relationship. He toppled the table over and slammed the door shut behind him after he stormed out. All the hard work I put into the dinner on the floor. I cried for hours at his cruelty towards me. He never once showed me even a second of affection.

After that day, I threw myself into my work. I knew he was sleeping with other women. When they'd find out about me, they would taunt me. I was humiliated repeatedly. I tried to tell my dad, but all he saw were dollar signs.

“Stay with him. Get him to sleep with you and have his baby. Then he will soften his ways with you. We need this alliance, so don’t fuck it up.” He would say. He never cared about how I was hurting or how humiliated I was. So, I quit complaining and stayed away from this house and from my husband. I only saw him during family gathering with our dads. Even then, we barely spoke to each other.

Three years later and while I’m still young, I decided to divorce his ass. It will be quick. My attorney knows all the details, and he said it would probably take less than a month. So, I am hoping he is right. I just need to do my final part. At the end of the week, it will be the grand finale. Every piece of evidence I need will be complete. I will have to sacrifice a bit, but everything will be mine and I will take everything that is his and he won’t have a way around it.

As I see them shower in the bathroom and now, he has her bent over while he plows into a second time, my phone rang. It’s Sinclair.

“Hey Girlie!”

“Hey! I’m in town tonight. Join me for dinner!” She said happily.

“You’re back? Why?” I asked.

“I’ll explain at dinner.” She said.

“Fine. Send me the address. I’m on my way.” I told her. Honestly, I need to get out of here. I’ve seen enough, and I feel like it’s only getting started.

When I arrive at the restaurant, Izo starts going crazy in my head.

‘What’s wrong?’ I said concerned.

‘Go inside! Now!’ She said.

I hurried inside and when I did, I saw Sinclair and wave. Before I walk any further though, I hear a familiar voice, “MATE!”

I turn around and Izo goes nuts. “MATE!” she says happily.