Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife

Marcus gawked at me, still partially inside Eunice, with little shock on his face as our eyes met. I felt pain, anguish, and disdain wash over me. He still had his hand on Eunice. He smirked and continued striding. What was happening? Was I dreaming?My jaw dropped. Marcus continued with Eunice, her moans matching the classical music in the room. Was this a pregnancy hallucination? No, it was real. I watched Marcus climax inside another woman—his cousin—their sweat mingling."Enjoying the show?" Marcus said as he finally pulled out of Eunice, standing in front of me, completely nude and sweaty.My throat tightened, a scream trapped inside. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I needed someone to snap me out of the dream, but no one did, because it wasn't a dream."What did you just do? Tell me this was a dream, Marcus," I managed to speak with a lump in my throat. My whole body trembled, goosebumps covering me.Marcus ignored my question, filling a glass of water and drinking it wi

“Clear the field!”“Wash the dishes!”“Paint the wall!”These were the ranges of things I heard and did on a daily basis. It was my new life. Since the day I stepped into this prison, my life had never remained the same. I was paying for a crime I never committed in the first place. Each day I cried myself to sleep, and each day, my pain grew into immense hate. All I wished for was a chance to pay Marcus back for all that he did to me.All I had shown Marcus in our lives together as a couple was love and nothing more. I went out of my way to please him, and what I got in return was betrayal for a crime I never committed.It had been three months since I was locked up and paying the debt that I never collected. My life was ruined, and all my hopes and aspirations went down the drain. Never again would I love, I thought. But then, who would even give me the chance to love again, or would I love in my old age? I had a whopping forty years to spend in prison.The relentless sun beat down

Joshua and I gawked at each other while he still hesitated to answer my question. The kids clung to him tightly.“Answer me,” I demanded, my eyes weakened with frustration.If Joshua was already married with two kids, why did he marry me? What was going on? My heart pounded so quickly. Had I been deceived yet again by a man, just like in the past? I desperately hoped not.Before Joshua could respond, another voice cut in.“Jay, you're back!” A beautiful woman, who seemed to be in her mid-sixties, descended the glassy stairs.She bore a striking resemblance to Joshua. She wore a gorgeous black gown, and her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. She stopped in front of us with a striking height.“Mom,” Joshua said softly, slanting his head to kiss her on both cheeks.She smiled at Joshua, then turned to me with a sick glare as if we had been enemies from birth. Her eyes made me feel like garbage. She had the same cold stare that Joshua had.“Good day, ma’am,” I greeted, the awkwardness

The nights refused me rest; I kept staring into the darkness as whispers of my guilt kept me awake. The next morning, Joshua got out of bed while I remained, my eyes enjoying the little rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the room through the open edges of the curtains.I couldn’t sleep on the bed with Joshua, so I slept on the couch. He looked at me, surprised, as he realized I had slept on the couch and not on the bed.“Hey,” his deep early morning voice sounded even more heavenly than usual. He groaned and rubbed his hand through his scattered hair. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” His sleepy eyes darted at me intently.What could I tell him? I didn’t even sleep. I felt so much guilt that I wondered if Marcus had felt this same guilt when he sent me to prison for a crime I did not commit. Had he sold out his conscience? My heart was so heavy.“We didn’t finish our conversation last night,” I started and sat upright on the couch, my hands folded and rested on my chest.Joshu

The air in the room became even more tense and toxic. Joshua and his mom locked eyes in a silent battle. From the little I had studied of Joshua so far, I knew he was going to insist on having me at the table. I could guess his next move.“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore, Jay. I’ll just go upstairs,” I coughed and forced a smile that wasn’t even consistent. I don’t know why I smiled, but I just did. Probably the situation was too awkward for me.I yanked myself out of Joshua’s grasp and hurriedly turned to leave, but he held me back by my right wrist. My legs froze. What I feared was about to happen. I closed my eyes firmly and just hoped he wasn’t going to force me to have breakfast with him.“You don’t have to go upstairs,” Joshua began. My heart pounded hard against my rib cage with my eyes firmly closed as I waited for his next words. “I’m not hungry either. Let’s just go for our outing,” he completed.I opened my eyes, relieved he didn’t force me to stay for breakfast and indire