Denial

Lillian's POV

Just like he said, he left the next morning.

Also, as early as 5 AM. 

No goodbye letter or any of such. 

He just ... left.

Like he always did.

I didn't even know why I thought I could make this marriage perfect.

My mood for the morning had already turned sour as I felt the cold, empty space on the bed. Though the weather was warm and cozy, the room also felt too cold.

Maybe it was just me. 

"What's that?" I muttered to myself, making my way to the dresser. "Oh?"

Another wedding ring case?

Why would there be another wedding ring case on my dresser.

Oh my goodness!

Don't tell me my husband was returning his own ring. 

Immediately I had that thought, my heart began to beat fast in my chest, it almost felt like it was going to rip out. It took me a lot of courage to open the box to see...

A necklace.

And it had a name.

Emily.

Scoffing, I sat down on the bed. My head felt heavy, my hands shaking. I pulled the necklace out, just to see a paper underneath it.

"Love you, always." I read out, scrutinizing the writing.

It looked so much like my husband's handwriting.

Tears clouded my eyes as I held the two items with trembling fingers.

My.. my husband - no.

He wasn't that kind of person.

I may be the villain who let someone else touch his property but he was not like that. 

At least, I knew to an extent.

We had been married for almost 3 years. I knew him like that.

Deciding to call him, I picked up my phone to dial his number. It rang for eternity before he finally picked.

"Lil, I just got out of the plane. I'll call -"

The background was loud and rowdy making it hard to even hear him properly so I believed him.

But I needed to have that conversation.

"Who's Emily?"

"What?" He paused for a while, not saying anything else.

"Jude, who's Emily?" I asked again.

"E... She's my colleague's wife."

Scoffing, I nodded slowly. "And you have her pendant because?" 

He sighed heavily, speaking softly. "I promise it's not how it looks."

"Then tell me how i should see it." 

My blood was boiling with anger. Was that the reason he was away for too long?

"His brother would come pick it up. It's for his wife's birthday and he asked me to give her but I forgot to do that. He's on a very serious mission and can't leave." His words were smooth but still, it felt foreign.

"And the writing. It's yours." Deny it.

"It's not mine. It's customized so it was written by them." He defended. 

He probably thought I was a fool.

"Yeah right. I believe you." I said, dryly before hanging up.

He tried calling back which was surprising because he never called me back or went after me when I was angry. 

This was too much for me.

"Your favourite sinner is here!!!" I heard Fedora's voice from downstairs. 

Sometimes I think she picks my lock.

"Inside here." I told her, searching for a dress that was going to match my mood.

"You look determined." She chuckled, sitting on my couch. 

"I'll quickly take a shower and we'd go. I'd tell you what just happened on the way." Not sparing her one glance, I dashed into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I was done dressing. I made sure I looked sexy and confident, wearing a short shirt, a fishnet alongside my crop top and my ankle boot.

"I'm loving this side of you!" Fedora cheered, leading me into her vehicle. "So tell me. What's got you all moody and ready to let loose?"

One word. "Jude."

Then I went ahead to explain everything that happened from yesterday up until this afternoon.

"At least, you're not the only guilty person." Fedora chuckled.

"It's not funny. I don't even want to believe he'd cheat on me." The thought was provoking. 

I liked it better when it wasn't in my face.

"Then don't. Live peacefully." 

I was going to try and forget it.

"Today we're visiting a Dom and Sub party. It's mainly for lesbians though. This time, don't get involved. Just watch." Fedora warned, staring at me seriously. "I mean it. You can drink a little and dance but DONT PARTICIPATE."

Lol. Why was I here then?

I didn't grace her with a reply. I guess she already knew my reply by my silence because she muttered, 

"When it's time for the aftermath, you better keep my name outta it." 

She was so dramatic.

Once we got inside, all the hairs in my body stood. It was like a sex dungeon with red and black light and design everywhere. Girls had their hands cuffed while they were being spanked by the other girl in control.

"This is dark."

"And way more fun than vanilla. I'm a Dom. I gotta go fuck that pretty cunt of my Sub, by the permission of my teacher." She pecked my cheek after explaining what sounded like 'heaven' to me.

It was definitely something I'd like to see. 

Or try.

After filling my eyes with naked girls being cuffed while being fucked with straps, I finally found myself a drink to loosen up and also because my throat was dry.

"Hey. It's like you're everywhere." The girl from that day said, showing up beside me. I froze, a wave of embarrassment washing over me.

She would think she was right about me.

"I came to watch. I was bored." I told her.

She smacked my ass, making me gasp. "Or you could participate. I don't have a partner for today."

The offer was so catchy.

"I won't fuck you with a strap but I'll make sure you reach your orgasm. Over and over again." She whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.

I was drinking but my throat still felt sandy and my pussy throbbed.

"Dina! Come here with your partner." A husky male voice said, authority dripping from his tone.

Save me, Fedora.

I was definitely going to give in and I knew it.

"So?"

"Just one orgasm." I told her, letting her take my hand. She chuckled darkly, telling me otherwise.

When we got into a secluded room, the man though masked, asked her to tell me to strip. I refused, causing her to bend me over the bed, smacking my ass until it was red and sore.

That was supposed to hurt me.

But it did more than that.

My panties were fucking soaked and I needed her to smack me more.

What was I? A lunatic?

"Lick her pussy, Dina." The man instructed, again.

Dina, without hesitation, tied my hands to the back. I didn't bother to struggle.

I was having fun. 

This was going to be my last time. I hoped.

"Part your legs, purple. I need to lick those juice off you." 

Hot air from her nostrils fanned my slit after she roughly tore my undies, making it pulsate from inside ... but she wouldn't touch me.

Not without consent.

My consent.

"First of all, we don't do married women. So, are you still married?"