CHAPTER 3

Amber's Pov

After so much effort in trying to sway me into giving him a chance to get involved, Drey eventually left the house.

And the moment he walked out,

the door clicked shut behind him, the only strength I had been clinging to shattered completely.

My knees gave way as I sank onto the edge of the sofa, finally allowing the tears I had been fighting so hard dripped down.

A faint sob escaped my lips, barely louder than a breath. “He cheated on me,” l sobered, tears continued to slip down my cheeks, like rain falling from a sky too tired to thunder.

“How could you Kol” l whispered through my tears as though he was there physically. “How could you do this to me,”

For good two years, l have put my whole life on hold just so l could focus on getting pregnant for him. I stopped attending to my modeling jobs, terminated contracts, only so l could make him a father.

But yet, he didn’t think twice before hurting me. He referred to me as nothing more than a baby making machine, and as if that wasn’t enough, he had to cheat on me with my stepsister.

Kol!

The man I had loved with every fragile piece of my heart, trusted with every secret I carried, and sacrificed everything for… had become the very person who broke me.

The husband I thought would protect my heart had been the one to tear it apart and leave me to bleed in silence.

And did you know the most painful part? It wasn't even the betrayal, it was knowing that he had no intention of telling me.

He was going to come home to me, kiss me, hold me in his arms, and play the devoted husband while secretly running into the arms of my sister. He had no intention of confessing, no intention of stopping, and certainly no intention of sparing my heart.

So those vows we both made at the altar meant nothing to him?

Really! They were literally just empty words.

He wasn't even trying to save our marriage… he was only trying to hide what he was doing well enough to keep doing it.

And somehow, that hurt more than the betrayal itself.

Well, at least l know where l stand now, and I'm no longer the fragile Amber he left at home.

I’m done being the fool of a sister and nothing more than a baby-making machine to my husband.

“No, They’ll pay dearly for every hurt they caused me,” l wiped the last tears from my cheeks, as l walked straight to my room.

I rather be drunk with some alcohol than being sober for people who clearly did not give a damn about me.

Just as l got to the room my eyes went straight to the big wedding picture of Kol and myself frame boldly on the wall.

And there was Kol… those smiles of his, those looks, they were all innocent, too innocent for a person to ever think that he would eventually cheat.

I scoffed, “Son of a bitch. just hang on a little, Imma teach you how to play the game real good!”

Was it hurtful? Yes, it was so painful!

But I'm going to sit down and watch them play with my god damn feelings? No, that isn't going to happen.

I got to my closets , and picked some two piece clothing. The type that no guy would ever resist, even a God-fearing man would lose his salvation for it.

Ever since l got married, l had literally stopped dressing like some single ladies do. Because he told me specifically that those outfits don't make me attractive, and modesty is the key to his heart.

Which l obediently did, as a woman who respected her husband's decision. I started wearing clothes that could cover up my hour-glass shape and always on a face cap that made me unrecognizable to people.

With the thought that he loved me so much, that he doesn't want another man's eyes on me.

Or that was what l told myself.

Unbeknownst to me that was a bloody lie!

That very thing he stopped me from doing, was the same thing he went outside his marriage for.

How cruel could he be?!

Soon enough, I was done fitting the outfit. I wrapped my hair into a bun ponytail, giving way for my see-through backless dress to have its spotlight. Added some signature silver bracelets and sparkling earrings and made way for my Louis Vuitton bag just to give this bad bitch aura.

Added some colognes and grabbed a slittoute heel, then made my way out of the room.

I'm done being an understanding wife any more. The biggest mistake he made was to take me for granted.

“That bloody nigga took me for a fool!” l voiced out, as l got downstairs.

Of course, he got some men over to the penthouse to protect me.

“Go get the car” l instructed the driver, who was by the door all day.

“Yes ma'am,” he responded and went straight to the garage.

Before l could blink a second, he had already driven over to the entrance. I walked over there and saw him sitting in the driver seat.

“Get your ass down. I'm driving,” l stated, gesturing towards the key in his hand.

“Ma'am?” he muttered, his eyes scanning through every part of my body.

“Did l stutter? Let me have the key,” l ordered.

“Mr. Peterson would fired me for that,”

“No, he won't fire you. He would have you murdered if you don't get your motherfucking ass down!”

“What?” without hesitation, he fit in the key, and stepped out of the car.

“Good, see to it that no other individual should know about this. Not even my husband,” l got in and drove off, without waiting for his response.

Kol should know better than this, he should know l don't get angry but become even when I'm pissed off.

And right now, imma gonna show somebody how even l could be.