All Chapters of HIS RUIN: SCORNED WIFE STRIKES BACK: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

I stayed a month at my friend's place, yet my husband never for once called to ask of my whereabouts. He must be glad I was gone for good. When I arrived home, Charles wasn't around. I got to the front entrance, I realized that my keycard has been deactivated. I scoffed and shook my head, then I sat down on the porch, too tired and weak. Ten, fifteen minutes passed before I heard music thumping from the distance. Then I saw Charles’s Porsche 911 Cabriolet rolling up the driveway. But it wasn’t him driving. Two young women, a blonde and a redhead, were in the front seats, bobbing their heads to the beat, jamming to the music. They pulled up slowly into the grand circular driveway and got out of the car with luxury designer shopping bags dangling from their wrists. “Oh my gosh, I had a great time! This is what I am talking about!” The first chuckled. “Girl, we are keeping him,” The second replied. "He's generous," The first added. They walked to the entra

I drew a deep breath and waited a bit to calm my nerves before going out there to face them. Every minute that passed, I felt less ready—but I had to eat. I didn’t want to risk an ulcer forming at the site of my operation. When I could no longer hear their voices, I decided to leave the kitchen. As I opened the door and stepped into the living room, I froze—shocked and disgusted by what I saw. Charles was sitting on the couch, the blonde kissing him passionately, while the redhead was straddling him in reverse cowgirl, bouncing and grinding. They were having the time of their lives, and my husband looked blissful, like a man in heaven. I guess they really made him happy. I stood there watching as Charles grabbed the redhead’s breasts and buried his face between them. Eventually, she pulled away just long enough to take off her crop top completely. He would suck, then bite, while the girls laughed at their own lewdness. “Fuck, you two are amazing,” Charles grunted, grinning li

CHARLES'S POV When Eleanor called and told me that her kid sister was coming to stay with us, I was furious at first. The last thing I needed was some teenager lurking around, getting in my way, and sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But that night, lying in bed, I thought about it. Margaret… blue-eyed, blonde little thing. The last time I saw her, she was twelve, all shy smiles and soft hair. Four years had passed since then. Sixteen now. Practically a young woman. I wondered how much she’d changed. How much she’d… filled out. The more I pictured her, the more my irritation melted into something else entirely. The next morning, I made sure the two women I’d had over last night were gone before Eleanor woke up. I cleaned up, put on one of my better shirts, and even shaved. I wanted to look… respectable. The kind of man a girl might feel safe around. In my mind, I could already imagine the scene—the front door opening, her standing there with that shy smile I remembere

Margaret burst into tears.“Sorry, Please I didn't mean to, I am so sorry, I am sorry, I was just scared”.I frowned tightly to appear more offeneded.“Scared of what? That I will rape you? Did your sister tell you thar I rape people?"I demanded.She shook her head,sobbing. “Look, stop crying, I don't want you to cry, okay? This is supposed to be a happy day, not a sad one, okay? Don't want you crying all the way home.”She nodded.“Thanks sir.”“You know what to make it up to you, let's go to Ms Cheezious and grab some, the journey home is still far okay?”I asked softly with a smile. She nodded. I reached out and wiped her tears.“That's my girl, smile now”.She forced a smile.I turned the steering wheel to the left and crossed over to Ms Cheezious, parked at the lot and stepped out of the car.I opened the car for Margaret and carried her down.“My little baby girl”.She forced a smile uncomfortably, embarrassed by the act of carrying her down."What's with that look, you ma