Chapter 7

Noah's POV

Today is Elijah's and I's second anniversary. I wouldn't let business ruin it like the last time. He beat me to it the last time but am not allowing it to happen again. 

"Mariah, please prepare Elijah's favorite meals. Go to the super market and buy all his favorite wines if he finished the once we had and buy more cause there will be a diner party later tonight, decorate our room romantically, am going to invite all our friends over to celebrate our anniversary at dinner" I told Mariah my maid with a big smile. I know it's a lot but she can handle it just fine.

"Yes sir, right away" she says with excitement. She's actually excited as I am.

I'm going to give him a surprise visit at his office today. He hates surprises, he's going to be so mad and am gonna laugh my ass off!

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"Clear all my schedule for the day Lisa, I'm going to spend the rest of the day with my husband"

"Yes sir" Lisa my secretary responded.

I closed early and cleared all my schedule for my anniversary. I headed for Elijah's company. All the workers knew who I was but they were giving me weird looks I didn't understand why.

I ignored them and headed up to his office with the flowers I had for him in hands. It was his favorite. I got to his floor and saw his PA at his desk typing something.

"Good afternoon Paul, is my husband in? I want to surprise" I say excitedly.

"Uhm sir am not sure you wanna go in there, my boss is kinda busy" he says nervously.

What's wrong with everyone in this company today. It's like they are hiding something. But I didn't have time to dwell on it, I just wanted to see Elijah. I just can't wait to be in his arms. Right now that's exactly what I craved, to be held tightly by him.

"Oh Paul am sure he wouldn't mind having me" I say to him and walk towards his office. Of course no one can stop me, I'm the fucking husband and a proud one at that.

I got to the office door and heard sounds coming from the room, I thought maybe he's on the phone or something and proceed to open the door.

But what I saw had me choking on air and frozen in place.

Right in front of me was my Elijah thrusting deep and fast into another man. The guy was moaning and he was groaning in pleasure.

I stood there eyes wide and I couldn't even make a sound. My heart hurts so much I couldn't speak. I just stood frozen.

There's something about the way he held on to guy and thrusted into him, it was as if he was possessed by lust.

I felt so betrayed, so mad, so hurt I wanted to cry. I wanted to ask him why. But I just retrieved myself slowly and closed the door silently.

I backed up bumped into something behind me, I looked back and it was Paul fidgeting.

He had a look of pity in his eyes and I just smiled a sad small smile. My heart was aching but I wasn't gonna break down in front of Paul. I felt so stupid and disappointed with myself. Maybe I didn't do something right.

I went back to Paul's desk and I took a piece of card and wrote a message on it.

Happy anniversary to the most amazing Man and the love of my life. Being able to call you my husband has been more of a pride to me than a title to you. Have a good day and be sure to be home early. I love you.

I stuck the note  to the roses and Paul just stared at me with wide eyes, clearly not understanding why I looked so calm and collected but little did he know that I was burning inside.

"Tell him I had it delivered, don't let him know I was here" I said to Paul "and there's a dinner party tonight to celebrate our anniversary so you are invited" I smiled and waved my goodbye and left.

Don't cry I chanted to myself over and over till I got into my car and let it all out. How could he do this to me? to us?. I thought we had something magical. God! even though I've seen this I still can't help but feel it's my fault somehow. I'm I not doing something right? But he could've told me and I'll change whatever that is immediately and he knew I'll do anything just to see him happy. So why?

He could've introduced anything to me about sex and I'll accept it, I don't really know anything about gay sex but he could teach me. I did research and I know I do everything right so why? Or was I doing it wrongly?

I feel so betrayed.

I keep asking myself why?

Where did I go wrong?

What am I doing wrong?

What did I do wrong?

I mean is it me?

Does our love making mean nothing to him? Does he not feel it anymore?

Does he not like the way I fuck or the way he fucks me?

Does that guy feel better than me?

These questions kept twirling in my mind and it's driving me crazy! I needed answers.

I wanted to go back in there and hit that guy for sleeping with my husband but then again it's with consent, Elijah knows he's married to me and yet he's sleeping with someone else on our fucking anniversary. Besides there's no way I'm gonna embarrass him in front of his employees.

Oh god! I wonder where I went wrong to deserve this. He let someone else have a taste of that beautiful cock that was supposed to be mine and only mine.

Is this why he changed? Is this why he can't look me in the eyes anymore?

"FUCKKK!!!!!!!!" I screamed and slam my fist onto the stirring wheel so hard it bled.

"How can you fucking do this to me Elijah!!" I screamed with so much frustrations.

"Why why why why, I mean is it me?" I gripped the wheel harder.

My heart is hurting, my mental health is deteriorating. It was only Elijah keeping me sane and now he betrayed me like this.

"Why Eli?"

I stomped on the accelerator and drove with full speed I swear if a cop saw me I'd be in jail by now. I kept driving until I found a spot in the forest. I got out and headed deeper and found my thinking rock. I come here when everything becomes too unbearable and I need a place to think. I haven't been here in awhile though. Cause I thought everything was perfect. I was happy, I didn't think I needed to think about anything until now. Is he not happy with me anymore?

I sat there closed my eyes and inhaled the forest unique scent.

I remember when he used to be so clingy to me, always holding on tight and never letting go. The love we made,the way he seem to worship my body. Now he doesn't anymore. Did I get fat or something? I checked my body and nope I wasn't, not to blow my own horn but I was still hot.

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes at my childish thought.

I mean love isn't based on body shape. Or was it? I don't know!

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