"You know what you are doing Ibrahim, you don't love me, you just wanted me back for my body, and look at me now, I fucking had sex with you when I have a husband, I feel so fucked up right now" I screamed at him.he tried to come close to me but I pushed him back and threw the bar of soap in my hand at his face, it hit his forehead and he groaned a little."Rose, why are you overreacting, it's not like I forced you into this, you were fucking wet and I had to do something about it. I satisfied you and you know that, so why you are acting like you didn't enjoy it when you squirted all over my face" he screamed back I sat on the floor and cried profusely, I consoled myself after a while and made a perfect decision in my heart. We were silent for a while and it felt so frightening, hours rode by and we said nothing to each other, he took his bath and got dressed."so what are you going to do now?, you know I love and adore you, I don't get the reason why you are acting like this. Guess

I was lost in thoughts as I kept staring at the young man who was on his knees, I felt like it was a joke at first until he hugged her and they shut the door. I came out of my hiding place, looking so angered and perplexed, I walked back to my room and grabbed my phone, I was about to call my dad when Alexia bumped into me. "and why is your face looking weird?" she asked, I tried to reveal what I saw but the words were too heavy, I sighed and walked past her in deep regrets, I felt sorry for my father and I wondered what he did to deserve such unholy treatment from Rose. Hours went by with me sipping a nice cocktail at the bar and still trying to figure out what Rose was up to when my father's call came in, I was reluctant to answer as I had nothing to say. "Kingsley, I'm at the airport, what hotel are you in at the moment?" he asked. My eyes flung wide open because I knew shit would happen if he gets hold of the guy in her room."I have sent you the address" I replied and quickly

Rose's POVIt has been weeks but from my perspective, I would say it has been months since my husband caught me in a room with Ibrahim, that mothefucker!. He has been giving me the cold silent treatment for weeks even after we got back to New York and thanks to him, I can't work anywhere, I just sit in the house and do nothing."ma'am, your breakfast is ready" the chef called out to me as I stared at the clouds, lost and drowned in my thoughts"feed it to the dogs, I don't need your food" I replied harshly, I didn't bother to look at her face, I was too angry to see another soul"what's wrong ma'am, I made your favorite""Enough!, I said to feed it to the dogs, you will do as I say, and don't ask me questions, perhaps you would like to return to the streets where you were picked out from like a homeless dog!" I screamed at her before she could complete her statementthe anguish that I felt was beyond me, she felt scared and left me alone, my husband walked in, he must have heard me sc