You couldn't stand to hear what I want

Nancy

“This is a disaster,” said my father-in-law as he paced the living room with his hands on his hips and a dismayed expression on his face. My scream had woken everyone in that house, so now my father-in-law, his wife, Bruce, and I were in the living room to see what we were going to do with the whole situation. “As a prestigious family that we are, we have a reputation to uphold in this city, so a cheating scandal could very well ruin our name,” said the man, basically worried about the family business. 

“It’s not that deep, Dad. We're fucking billionaires; these bastards would still lick our balls under any circumstances,” said Bruce, clicking his tongue. He was sitting next to me on the couch, relaxed with his legs apart as always, shaking one of his legs like he was a little annoyed at being caught. I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witnessed between my husband and my brother-in-law's wife moments ago. 

“Just shut the fuck up, Bruce, for God’s sake!” His father yelled at him. “Can you stop being a complete idiot for a moment? You just cheated on your wife with your own brother's wife to make it even more dirty. How do you think Harald will act when he finds this shit out, you fucking asshole?” Charles seemed to be furious with his son. 

“And what about Candace?” asked Glory, Charles' wife. 

My father-in-law sighed, massaging his temples, certainly being a seventy-year-old man, he had no idea that he would have to be in such an embarrassing situation. “That's Harald's problem; he's the one who will have to deal with her. Let's just wait for him to get back from his trip,” he said, sighing again. “The only thing we can do now is listen to Nancy’s decision.” He looked at me now. “What do you intend to do, my beloved daughter-in-law?”

“What do you mean, what does she intend to do?” Bruce questioned. “She can’t just divorce me because of this. We have children, and not only that, do you forget that she literally belongs to me? Remember our marriage contract, Nancy?” He said. 

“It seems that the fact that you were unfaithful to me doesn’t seem that significant to you, does it, Bruce?” I replied, this being the first time I opened my mouth. 

My father-in-law asked me what I wanted, but could they handle hearing what I really wanted? I wanted to be given a gun to shoot everyone in that shitty family who only knew how to care about themselves. I wanted to squeeze Bruce's neck so hard and see him suffocating from lack of air. Likewise, I wanted to see this motherfucker's lungs exploding, life slowly draining from his eyes because he had abused me for all these almost twenty years of shit for me to find out that he was fucking a slutty twenty-one-year-old girl! 

So that's what he liked, right? I was too old for him, and then he went into Candace's arms because she was much younger than me. Where was the fucking consideration and respect for everything I had done for him in those twenty damn years? Had I treated him like a king only to discover that he was fucking his own brother's wife? He was playing with me, that's all. He didn't know me at all! I was squeezing the fabric of my nightgown so hard that I almost tore it. They really had no idea what things I wanted. 

“Think carefully about what you are going to do, Nancy. Think about Peter. He's only ten years old. Do you think it's right for him to grow up away from his mother? Think of Amber. Do you think she will be happy when she finds out that her mother is gone? This would certainly hinder her concentration at college,” Bruce insisted. 

I shook my head. “I'm sorry, I just want to leave…” I said, my voice choked with tears, suddenly feeling too weak, suddenly feeling like a piece of trash. 

“But where to go, woman? Are you crazy?" Bruce asked, raising his voice at me. “You have your duty as a wife in this house; you can’t just decide to leave!”

“Shut up, Bruce! I can't even look at your face; I'm disgusted by you,” I yelled angrily. 

“Measure your manners when you talk to me, you bitch!” he threatened, standing up with his hand ready to slap me in the face. 

“Bruce!” Charles shouted, making his son pause with his hand in the air and an angry expression on his face towards me. "Enough! This discussion will not get anyone anywhere,” added the family leader. 

“But, dad…” tried Bruce, still angry. 

"But nothing! Can't you see she's hurt? Accept her decision and let her cool her thoughts,” said my father-in-law, who then looked at me, being more gentle. “Nancy, I'm sorry, but as this is not an ordinary marriage, unfortunately, a divorce process would take a long time—years even, I'm afraid to say. I completely understand your position, but why don't you take some time to think more about what you want to do? You can take two or three months to think about it. Time really is our greatest ally,” said the older man, trying to convince me. 

"Three months? No, Dad, that's a long time. Who will take care of me? Who will do her home tasks for me?” Bruce's mouthpiece claimed. 

I no longer stayed there to hear all that barbarity coming from the mouth of this filthy and ridiculous man. He had betrayed me without even blinking, and the only thing that was going through his head was, who was going to prepare his fucking relaxing bath if I left? I got up at once and went to pack my bags, ready to leave this shitty house and never come back.