Divorce her

Jessica~

I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My mind struggled to process what my eyes had just seen.

Oh. Oh no.

I looked at my son and his wife, mortified. They were naked, and I could see that they were doing the deed. He was holding her from behind, not letting go.

Heat flooded my face, my fingers tightening around the pie dish I had brought, as if it could somehow shield me from the absolute horror of this moment. I hadn’t meant to barge in. I had knocked. Hadn’t I?

Oh, God. Had I knocked?

I coughed and, without saying a word, left the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Nope. Not happening. I cannot process this.

This was my son. My baby. And his wife—my jaw clenched as their intimate moment burned into my memory.

I hurried down to the kitchen, filled a glass with cold water, and gulped it down, trying to calm my anxiety.

How could he touch her like this? Didn’t he swear that he hated her? And now, he let her into his room—how could he do this just for a pussy?

Yes, it has to be just physical pleasure. Nothing more. But why do I feel like things have changed between them?

That bitch. No.

No, it can’t happen. Ever. I will not accept it. That bitch has to go from this family.

I brought my burnt hand up, my eyes welling with tears, but I didn’t dare let them fall. The scars were fresh, a cruel reminder of his brutality. The man I love did this to me. Because of her.

How pathetic men really are. The moment they find a young pussy, they throw you away.

My eyes burned with hatred for that bitch Meera. Even saying her name felt venomous on my tongue.

She has to die, or she will destroy everything I’ve worked for.

I have to stop them from getting closer. Abram can’t love her or even feel an ounce of softness for her. I won’t let it happen. I have to do something.

"You seem tense, Jessica," came a voice that still sent shivers down my spine.

I turned slowly and found myself looking at my mother-in-law. I held her gaze for a second before lowering my eyes.

I bowed. Even at this age, she still radiated power and authority. She was the authority.

"Mother—" I said, chewing on my lip.

"I am here to protect my children, and I will protect them from every bad thing," she said. Then, just like that, she left the kitchen.

I gritted my teeth and mimicked her words under my breath.

Fucking old bitch. I can’t wait for the day she dies.

And until then, I will do everything to ruin Meera James—for ruining my son, for ruining my plans.

I heard heavy footsteps enter the kitchen. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

I spun to face my son. His baby-blue eyes met mine, and embarrassment washed over them.

“Mom, you should have knocked before barging in,” he said.

His words rang in my ears. Did he just—

“Abram, are you saying I can’t come into my own son’s room?” I asked, disbelief lacing my voice.

“Mom, I’m just saying... I’m married now. I have a wife. We should prevent these kinds of embarrassing moments as much as we can,” he said, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator. Then, just like that, he left the kitchen.My eyes brimmed with tears.

He is already claiming her as his wife, defying me. I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers.

I strode after Abram, stopping him in his tracks. He turned and looked at me with questioning eyes.

“She is not good for you, Abram,” I said, keeping my voice calm.

He frowned. “What are you trying to say, Mom?” His voice was hard.

“Divorce her,” I said sternly.

Something in his demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened. He gave me a sharp look.

He had never looked at me like this before. But ever since she entered our lives, he has changed.

“Don’t use that word again, Mother,” he said through clenched teeth.

I cupped his cheek, my eyes brimming with tears. “She doesn’t deserve you, son. She ain’t any good for you. I will find the perfect wife for you, but leave that wench,” I said softly.

He pulled away from my touch and pointed a finger at my face. His eyes blazed with a deadly madness as if he wanted to destroy everything.

“I am not leaving her, Mother. Get that straight in your mind,” he said and walked away.

I bit my inner cheek, my hatred for that bitch burning deeper.

She has ruined one son and now has taken the other from me.

I wiped away a lone tear. I will destroy her.

***

I drove at the maddest speed to the secluded area where I was supposed to meet him.

I don’t know what kind of sick obsession he has with Meera, that he wants that ugly bitch so desperately.

But I will do whatever he says if it means removing Meera from our lives completely. Whatever he does with her after that—I don’t care.

I stepped out of the car and saw him already standing on the cliff, his back facing me. He was dressed in a black suit.

I walked toward him and stood beside him. “I accept your offer,” I said firmly.

“Dare to overplay me, Jessica, and—” his voice was deliberately threatening.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as my foot slipped from the edge of the cliff. I was about to fall when he grabbed my hand.

But I was still hanging. If he let go, no one would ever find me.

“Please—” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t ask for,” I begged.

He smirked.

Then he loosened his hold, and I screamed again.

But he didn’t let go completely. My heart pounded, ready to burst out of my chest.

Trepidation filled my veins. I don’t want to die.

“Will you hurt Meera, Jess darling?” he asked.

I shook my head desperately. “No, I won’t hurt her. I will just give her to you,” I said in a begging voice.

He pulled me up, and I collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.

I heard his footsteps retreating.

I punched the ground and screamed at the top of my lungs.

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