His Regret, Her Redemption.

Cat's heart beat against her chest to the roar of the slamming front door shut after her. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and her mind struggled to keep up with what her eyes had just seen. Then, right there in the centre of their marriage bed, was her husband—her husband, with another woman.

The woman lay in the bed, her legs all spread out and his tongue moving in and out from her, her scream vibrating across the room. She stood and watched as her husband was rough handling another woman's breast making her cum and also him cum without doing too much, her heart bleed as the sight. Her husband has refused to touch her claiming he was too weak and tired to do anything, even if she pleasure his cock, sucking on it as its life depends on it, he would only snap and tell her not to do it again. She felt the sting of the betrayal like a blow of a truck, and then, in that instant, she came to a reality and dashed at the door again.

Her hands shook as she grabbed the doorway's frame and the flood of anger and disbelief washed over her, the building wave ready to drag her under. The woman was on him now, their bodies intertwined in a beautiful rhythm that resulted in a strong shaking that ran through Cat bodily like a surge, she was moving herself down to his cock and going back up in a melody that made something stuck on her throat. Her knees gave way, but she pushed herself forward, her vocal cords tight but strong as she screamed, "Stop! Stop! What the hell is going on here?”

But he didn’t even flinch. With his cold, detached expression, her husband turned his head towards her, his eyes cold and unbothered. He didn’t even have the decency to stop. Rather, he casually addressed the woman with a grin "Just don't mind her. Keep going. I’m almost to the point of releasing my seed into your perfect heaven.”

Cat sensed her chest constrict, the humiliation and rage morphing into a pressure that felt like a fire in a hose, flowing through her veins. She didn’t know whether to scream, to cry, or to simply collapse in defeat. But she refused to show weakness in front of him.

“What. What's this?, she inquired, trying to make sense of the scene in front of her.

They still didn't mind her. The woman moved faster as her husband screamed and she brought her breast to him to suck the hell out from her.  Cat refuses to let her tears fall again for him.

Her voice wavered, but she couldn’t stop herself. “I went to the supermarket today, and the account. It's empty. She paused, the realization hitting her like a cold slap. “Did you—did you use it to bet again? You know that money is barely enough to keep us going? We haven't paid rent for this month, and we were holding the landlord for last month. Do you want us to get evicted? To starve to death?”

Her husband didn't even look her way, only staring at the woman in his arms and whose soft laughter did terrible things to Cat's gut. He didn't care enough to even look at the woman he had sworn to love. The woman he promised to live his entire life with, in sickness or wealth—until death do them part.

“You’re always looking at my bad side, Cat”. His voice was low, mocking, as if she was nothing more than an annoyance to him. He slid out from the woman's pussy but didn't bother to dress up. “Maybe you should get better first, and rather not stand here sulking every day. You look older than me, and it’s disgusting. I'm done with it," He redirected himself towards the other woman, leaving his wife behind, a distinct person altogether.

Cat could feel the tears welling up, but she refused to let them fall. Not yet. She wasn’t weak—she wouldn’t break in front of him. She had worked so hard to build a life with him, and now, in an instant, everything had been shattered. “What did you use our savings to do? I want to know?"

He looked at her with hatred and disgust, if a look can kill, she would be dead by now. "What do you think I used it for? I got a new wife and I needed a ring to propose to her. You were always so stupid and dumb.”

Her throat hurts, she tried to swallow but the lump refused to go down. “You’ve been using our savings… to buy a ring for her? Her voice broke, but she held on to her anger. How could he do this?

Her husband made a grunt sound and seized the woman in his hands so that he was up to the level of her chin and gave a kiss to the woman. “She’s everything you’re not, Cat.” He whispered in the woman’s ear, and she blushed, hiding behind his hand as if it were a shield.

“Why–” her voice broke, her eyes burning. “You promised me that we will always be together. You freaking promised"

The woman glanced at Cat with a smirk, her lips curling in disdain. “He doesn’t want you anymore, sweetheart. Her voice dripped with venom. “I’m the one he loves. I’m the one who can satisfy him. You’re just a shadow in his life. You meant nothing to him, just take a good look at you, do you think he is going to choose you over me?”

Cat’s chest tightened at the words. “How dare they?”

“No… this can’t be real. Please, tell me this is a prank. Cat’s voice wavered with desperation as she stepped forward, reaching out to her husband. “Please, tell me you didn’t do this… I can overlook that you made a mistake and brought a prostitute to our bed. Please—”

The woman groaned at me, her eyes staring daggers. “Who do you think is called a prostitute? I am his fucking bride. She showed the cat the ring. The diamond is shining and glinting in the room.

“You told me you couldn't afford a ring on my wedding day, but you bought a diamond for another person," the tear that threatened to fall started pouring. This was the height of it all

But her husband didn’t even flinch. He scoffed, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement as he reached for something on the bedside table. “It’s not a prank, Cat. It's over," He raised a piece of paper, a divorce. Without hesitation, he slapped it onto her chest. “Sign it, or get out. I don’t want to see your face ever again. You stick and my wife can't be smelling you in her room”

Cat recoiled, her heart shattering in the face of his coldness. “You’ve got to be kidding me. She took a step back, unable to believe what was happening. All that we've been through. And that's how you repay me?”

He sneered at her, his gaze hardening. “We’ve been through nothing, Cat. You’re just a mistake I’m fixing. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her by the neck, his touch suffocating. “Sign it, or I’ll make sure you never see another dime. This money was from our joint account. I have the right to it too. You loved me right, and want my happiness, my happiness is you leaving me and signing the divorce papers”

Tears spilled down Cat’s cheeks as she trembled. The weight of his words crushed her, but she fought to keep her composure. She felt like screaming, rebelling, but all she could come up with was that she stood there dumbfounded. “You’re making a mistake… You are going to wish that you didn't do this. I promise you.”

He inserted the pen into her hand, his face a picture of pleasure. “Sign it, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Cat stared at the paper, her tears making the text become unclear. She didn't want to—she didn't want to—but her hand shook as she wrote her name. The divorce was official.

Her husband took the paper, waving it in front of her like a victory flag, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. “Finally. I’m free of you. He pushed her out of his way with a force that knocked her to the floor. “Now get out and never show your disgusting face here again.”

Cat rose from a kneeling position with trembling limbs, her body riddled with the force of her feelings. She wanted to collapse, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she turned toward the door, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with venom, “You’ll pay for this. Everything you’ve done to me… I’ll make sure of it. You will regret this.”

She vowed to herself as she walked out, still bleeding, that she would never let him take her whole. She wasn’t done. Not yet.