Jasmine's POV
Sweat drips down my body despite being in an air-conditioned car. My hand trembles as I hold onto the divorce agreement. I can't believe I'm finally divorcing Maxwell.
We've been married for three years, and we were college sweethearts. Everyone looked forward to us tying the knot after graduation. The first year of our marriage was blissful, but afterward, I've been enduring the pain and heartache caused by his infidelity and emotional abuse. An unfaithful husband who shows no sign of changing.
Adding to the strain, I haven't been able to conceive in our three years of marriage. This has caused more tension between us. I once overheard him complaining to his mom about how he desperately needs a child and how I'm unable to give him one. I've been to the doctor several times, and I've been told that nothing is wrong with me.
I get out of my car and notice his car is parked in the garage. What is he doing at home at this time? He should be at work; he's the CEO of a multinational company.
I shake off the thought and make my way inside. The living room is quiet - Maxwell is never quiet when he's home; he always plays soft music. I make my way to the bedroom, and then I hear a faint moan.
My heart begins to race as I realize that the moan is coming from the bedroom. I feel a sense of dread wash over me, and my mind starts to race with worst-case scenarios. I slowly approach the bedroom door, my ears perked up to listen for any other sounds.
The moaning grows louder. "Ah, Max, faster. Min, Max, you are incredible."
I feel a stab of pain when I hear the words. As I slowly open the door to my bedroom, I realize a woman is bouncing on my husband while Maxwell squeezes her hips.
I am overwhelmed with anger. How can he bring a woman to our matrimonial bed? He can afford to go to a hotel. I can't hold back as I step closer. They are oblivious to my presence, so I grab the woman by her hair. "You slut!" I shout in anger.
She lets out a scream like a banshee but refuses to let go of Maxwell; his dick is still stuck in her hole.
Maxwell's eyes widen in shock as he finally notices me. He tries to push the woman away, but she clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Get off him!" I yell, pulling harder on her hair.
"Let go of me!" she screams as she struggles with me, her nails scratching my arms.
My anger burns. I raise my hand and slap her across the face twice.
Her eyes widen in shock as she stumbles backward from the impact. She regains her composure quickly and rushes at me, ready to fight. She grabs my hair, and I let out a scream, but I turn around and hold her by the neck, bring her hand to my mouth, and bite her as we tumble to the floor.
"Jasmine, stop!" Maxwell rushes over to break us apart, his manhood dangling. I am disgusted by him. The woman clings to Maxwell. I get up as they both stand, and I move to him, slap him across the face, and push him to the bed.
"What the hell," he mutters as he hurriedly gets off the bed and pulls on his pants.
"Maxwell, you have no shame bringing a whore to our matrimonial bed. I know I have tolerated your countless infidelities, but this is the height of it."
Maxwell looks at me in shock. He hasn't expected me to lash out at him and his whore like this. I have always been a submissive wife.
"And you," I say, pointing to the woman, "get the fuck out of this house this minute."
Her face darkens in an instant as she smirks coldly, her breasts fully on display and bouncing. "What makes you think I'll fucking leave this house?" She turns to Maxwell. "Is this your wife? You say her pussy is dry and that she lies like a log of wood whenever you make love to her."
My face burns with shame and humiliation as the woman's crude words pierce me like a dagger. This only adds to my outrage as my gaze is fixed on Maxwell. "Have you gone mad? How could you say such nonsense about me to her?"
"But I'm stating the obvious," he says with a shrug. I rush to him and kick him where the sun doesn't shine.
The shock and pain on his face are fleeting, but the satisfaction of giving him a taste of his own medicine is sweet.
As he doubles over, gasping for breath, I stand over him, my chest heaving with rage. "You deserve that, you're cheating, lying son of a bitch!" I spit out the words, my anger and hurt pouring out like venom.
The woman's eyes widen in shock, and she takes a step back as if realizing too late that she has underestimated me. I turn to her, my gaze blazing with fury. "And you, you homewrecking tramp, get out of my house before I lose my mind completely!"
She gives a sadistic laugh. "Just give up, loser. You have been replaced, and you should get used to that. Throw her out!" she shouts.
I am dumbfounded when I see Maxwell make a move to get up and act on throwing me out, despite the pain I have caused him. At that moment, I know there is no point in fighting. I raise my hand in defeat. "I'll go."
They both look at me in shock, wondering what has gotten into me. There is no point in fighting over a marriage that is over.
I step out of the room to retrieve my bag. When I walk back to my room, I notice that the woman is dressed now. I take out the divorce agreement. "Sign this. Let's go our separate ways."
Shock is an understatement for what I see on Maxwell's face. He knows I have always been a dutiful wife, longing for his love and attention, despite his indifference to me.
I have no idea that this is just the start of a journey into the unknown. I never imagined.
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Gabriel’s POVShe lets out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Sorry? You're sorry? But the deal has already been done." I sense a request coming. "But I'll ask for one thing," she adds.I look at her sharply, wondering what she wants. Is it related to keeping me away from Lexi? I'm not going to agree with that. My gut feeling is screaming that something is off about Lexi's paternity. "What is it?" I ask gruffly, my mind racing with possibilities. I'm ready to refuse her request if it means keeping me from Lexi. But I need to know what she wants first."Stay away from me and my daughter," she says, "I don't want anything to do with you. I'm trying to piece my life back together, and I don't want it revolving around you."Her words snap me out of my thoughts, and I realize there's no point arguing. If she wants me to stay away, fine. But I'm determined to uncover the truth behind Lexi's paternity."Is that what you want?" I ask, breaking the silence.She nods, her eyes still closed. "Yes, that'
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