Get Out Of My Life

"No, I'm not leaving," I shouted back, my voice trembling with anger. "You're cheating on my boss with his best friend! This is outrageous! I'm going to tell him, Miss Martins!" Priscilla's eyes flashed with a mocking look, and she laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You're such a fool," she said, her laughter cruel. I felt a surge of rage, almost wanting to storm over and yank every strand of her hair out. How dare she call me a fool? "Do you really think he's going to believe you? His own wife over his secretary? You're delusional. Keep dreaming," she said with a sneer, as she pushed me to the floor. Derek's laughter joined hers, amplifying my sense of humiliation. Just then, the door slammed open. Louis burst into the room, his eyes going wide as he took in the shocking scene: his wife naked and wrapped around Derek. He stopped dead in his tracks, stunned and speechless. "You're dead, you witch!," I whispered with a sinister smirk as I went to the corner of the office to watch the drama unfold.  Louis' voice thundered through the office, his eyes blazing with fury as he faced his best friend's wife. Both she and Derek looked paralyzed with fear. Priscillia's complexion had turned as pale as a ghost, her face etched with terror. "Oh my, I'm relishing this," I thought with dark satisfaction as I crossed my hands.  "Babe, I can…." Priscillia stammered, reaching out toward her husband with tear-filled eyes. Her makeup was smeared, and her false lashes were on the verge of falling off. I wanted to laugh, but the gravity of the situation stopped me cold. "Please, baby, I can explain. It's not what you think!" Priscillia's voice trembled as she reached out for Luis, her eyes pleading, makeup smeared with tears. Louis's gaze was icy and unrelenting. "Don't you ever freaking touch me, you slut!" he roared, shoving her hands away with revulsion. His face was a mask of fury, his fists clenched tightly. Derek, his face already bleeding from the first punch, tried to stammer out an explanation. "Louis, wait! It's not like that…." Before he could finish, Luis's fist crashed into Derek's face again, causing him to cry out in pain. "Stop it, please, Luis!" Priscillia begged, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to pull Luis away. "Don't hurt him! I'm begging you!" Loi's rage didn't abate. "You think begging is going to fix this? You've betrayed me in the worst way possible!" he yelled, his voice full of raw anger. "And you…" he pointed at Derek, who was trying to cover his face, "you were supposed to be my friend!" "Louis, calm down!" I shouted, stepping forward in a futile attempt to intervene. "This isn't going to solve anything!" Louis's eyes snapped to me, filled with an almost murderous fury. "This isn't about solving anything!" he snapped. "This is about getting rid of the filth in my life!" Priscillia's voice was a strained whisper. "Luis, please, we were wrong, but this isn't what you think. We were caught up at the moment. It meant nothing, I swear!" Louis was shaking with rage. "Do you think your pathetic excuses are going to make me forget what I saw?" he shouted, slamming Derek's face into the counter. Derek groaned in pain, barely able to form words. Priscillia tried once more, her voice breaking. "Luis, we're sorry! We're really sorry! Please, just listen…." He cut her off with a scowl and grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling furiously. "I won't repeat myself," he wrote, his handwriting jagged and furious. He shoved the paper at them, his face contorted with rage."Get yourself out of my office now!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, making me flinch. Priscillia and Derek scrambled to gather their clothes, their movements frantic and clumsy. As they fled the office, they darted out of the door, not looking back. Louis's rage only intensified as he watched them leave. With a growl of frustration, he stormed to his desk and began throwing everything on it onto the floor. Papers, pens, and office supplies were scattered in a chaotic mess. "No! Louis, stop!" I cried out, rushing to his side. His hands were already reaching for the whiskey bottles, smashing them one by one with a series of loud, shattering crashes. The room was filled with the acrid smell of alcohol and broken glass. Louis's face was a mask of raw pain and fury. "They had no right…no right to betray me like this!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion as he broke down in tears.  "Sir, it's enough!" I pleaded, trying to grab his arm to stop him. "You're hurting yourself! Please, just take a breath!" He jerked his arm away, his eyes wild and unfocused. "You don't understand!" he roared. "They were everything to me, and they just…." "I do understand," I interrupted, my voice firm despite my own fear of him hurting himself. "But destroying everything won't fix this. You need to calm down before you hurt yourself even more." Louis's breathing was ragged, and he finally seemed to notice the surrounding chaos. He sank to the floor, his shoulders heaving with each breath. The office was a disaster zone, with shattered glass and spilled whiskey everywhere. "I... I don't know what to do," he said, his voice breaking as he buried his face in his hands. I sat beside him, placing a tentative hand on his back. "We'll figure it out," I said softly. "But for now, let's just try to clean this up and take a moment to breathe.  Louis nodded, his body shaking with suppressed emotion. Well folks, after that day, Louis was never the same. He went from being a loving, kind husband to a notorious billionaire playboy.  No longer content with his former life, he began pursuing every woman he encountered, using his charm and wealth to seduce them.  His behavior became reckless, and he made a point to sleep with any woman who crossed his path. Now folks, back to the present day when he asked me to be his date.