Chapter 2: The painful surprise.

The flight from Chicago had been canceled at the last minute…some mechanical issue with the private jet according to the airline.

Instead of spending another night in the hotel, Jayla had decided to return home.

“Hi husband, the flight has just been canceled, and I will be heading home.” The familiar voicemail beeping tone filled the silence.

Jayla didn’t think much of it. Her husband has been a little tied up with work recently.

She picked up her fur coat and gloves and headed towards the car.

The drive from the hotel to the Woodford Mansion lasted for an hour and Jayla sat in the rear seat in silence listening to the weather forecast on the radio.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, she was met with a surprising sight. Alex’s favourite black Maybach was parked in its usual spot in the garage, which was weird because he was never one to miss a day at his office.

What even made it more surprising was the red Mercedes beside it…Her best friend Sophia's car.

Probably nothing serious, she told herself, not wanting to jump into unnecessary conclusions. But Jayla still felt her heart hammering as she let herself in through the front door.

The lights were off inside the house, but there was a warm glow coming from the upper floor where the bedrooms were located.

“Alex?” She called out softly only to be answered with silence.

She made her way into the kitchen first and found it empty, then moved to the study where Alex's mahogany desk was bare except for a single crystal tumbler with an inch of liquid at the bottom. His favorite scotch. The glass was still cool when she touched it, hinting that he had been there recently.

Her heart began to beat faster now as she finally began to climb the stairs, fearing what she was going to find. The door to their bedroom was open, at the edge, and as she moved closer, a voice soon followed. It was a low moan and it clearly belonged to her husband.

Jayla froze instantly at the door, trembling as another familiar voice came after Alex's. A higher, breathy, and unmistakably female…Sophia’s voice, husky and wrecked.

“God, Alex… yes, just like that. Harder.”

Jayla’s breath caught half way to her lungs. She gripped the wall, her fingers tightening against the cool surface as another shallow breath escaped through her throat. She was the lady from that night.

The scene she saw inside her own bedroom was like a nightmare painted in high definition…Alex, her husband, stark naked on the bed with the hard planes of his body gleaming with sweat as he knelt behind Sophia on all fours. He had one large hand fisted in her long hair, pulling her head back so that her throat was arched like an offering. His other hand gripped her hip fiercely as he drove into her with ruthless, punishing strokes, filling the room with the wet slap of skin on skin.

Sophia’s back was arched, her full breasts swinging with every thrust as she moaned shamelessly. “Fuck me like you never fuck her,” she gasped, pushing back against him greedily. “Like I’m the only one who can take it. Tell me I’m better than your perfect little wife.”

Alex’s laughter was dark and mischievous, the same growl he sometimes used on the few occasions he made love to her and told her to be quiet so the staff wouldn’t hear. “You’re such a greedy little slut, Sophia. So wet for me already. You’ve been dripping since you walked in, haven’t you?”

He buried his cock into her wet cunt again, deeper than ever until Sophia cried out triumphantly. “Yes…Alex…God, yes. She could never handle you like this, can she? She's just too fragile and fucking polite. I bet she lies there and thinks about her daddy’s business while you come inside her.”

Her vision blurred at the edges, and she slapped a hand to her mouth to choke back the sound of her pain. She should have looked away, but she found herself watching helplessly, carving every horrifying detail into her memory.

Alex’s ice blue eyes were half lidded with pleasure, while his jaw clenched in that familiar way that meant that he was close. The muscles in his back flexed and released with every powerful thrust and Lila couldn't help but watch painfully as her supposed husband mercilessly fucked her best friend in their marital bed.

“Come inside me, baby,” Sophia begged desperately. “Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me when I leave. Let her smell me on you tomorrow.”

Alex’s rhythm shuddered, then grew erratic. “Fuck…Sophia…” He bent lower and sank his teeth into the curve of her shoulder as he drove deep one final time and shuddered, groaning her name like both a curse and a prayer.

Sophia laughed breathlessly as they reached their climax together, rolling to face him and dragging her nails down his chest. “Told you I’d make it worth canceling your meeting. She’s in Chicago until Friday, right? We’ve got all night.”

Alex’s hand moved lazily over her bare ass, but his expression was already cooling, and the ruthless CEO demeanour was already sliding back into place. “Don’t get greedy, Sophia…You know the rules.”

Jayla couldn’t breathe. She had spent the last two years playing the role of a submissive wife…smiling through every cold shoulder, and every late night he pulled away when she demanded sex as if touching her intimately might start making him feel something.

She had given him everything. She had swallowed her dreams of art school and taken business classes instead, because that was what the contract required. She had stood beside him at press conferences and let the world call her “the trophy wife who saved Daddy’s company.” And this was how he repaid her.

Hot and blinding rage surged up to meet the heartbreak, and the half open door suddenly felt like a dare. She pushed it wide with so much force that the sound felt like a gunshot.

Alex’s head snapped up first, and his eyes widened as the post orgasm haze vanished in an instant. Sophia yelped, scrambling for the sheet, but it was too late. Jayla stood in the doorway, face pale except for two hectic spots of color high on her cheeks.

For one cold moment, nobody moved.

Then Alex’s voice cut through the silence, soft and dangerously calm.

“Jayla.”

Her bag fell and landed with a heavy thud.

Her gaze went from his naked body to Sophia’s flushed, guilty face, then back to the man she had once believed might learn to love her.

“Oh my God?” She whispered to herself.

Sophia adjusts her position calmly at the edge of the bed and hissed.

Alex sat up slowly, not even bothering to cover himself. There was a strange look on his face, and Jayla just couldn't tell if it was guilt, or just the irritation at being caught red handed.

“You weren’t supposed to be home,” he said simply.