What a Bitch!!!

"What a boring... day. At least I could leave early today."

Aditya let out a deep sigh as he walked down the dimly lit street. The cool evening breeze brushed against his face, but he hardly noticed it. His mind was elsewhere.

"At least I earned decently today."

For the first time in months, a genuine smile tugged at his lips. After working tirelessly, he could finally give his wife the anniversary surprise he had planned for last year but couldn't afford. Back then, they had spent the evening in their small living room, watching a movie on their old television, holding each other in silence. He had promised himself that next year would be different.

"And now, it finally will be."

He had worked relentlessly, pushing himself to sell as many insurance plans as possible. His job was simple—convincing people that they needed financial security. But his salary was meager, and his commission barely made a difference. It was a struggle, a constant race against time.

Yet, he endured it all for her. For Martha.

As he walked home, he imagined her reaction.

"Oh darling, this is amazing! These flowers are so beautiful!"

A soft chuckle escaped him. He could already hear himself replying, "Nothing compared to you, darling."

That thought alone made his exhaustion disappear. He felt warm inside, hopeful.

Choosing to walk instead of taking a cab, he decided to save the extra cash—just in case Martha wanted something more. He wanted her to have the best. She deserved the best.

The streetlights flickered as he approached his home, his fingers hovering over the doorbell. But just then, he heard something—something that made his breath hitch.

A sound. A rhythmic sound.

His ears strained to listen.

Was that… moaning?

A strange chill crawled up his spine. His stomach twisted. He shook his head, trying to brush off the intrusive thought.

"No… I must be mistaken."

But then he heard it clearly.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!... Ahhh!"

His blood ran cold. His hands trembled. His vision blurred for a moment, but not from tears—from sheer shock.

His heart pounded so hard it hurt. He felt like he was suffocating. His feet refused to move.

"No... no... no... this can't be..."

A sickening feeling gripped his gut. His mind screamed at him to turn around, to walk away, to pretend he had never heard anything. But his body moved on its own.

Without another thought, he threw himself at the door—struggling, pushing, breaking it open.

The door crashed against the wall, and Aditya rushed inside, his breaths shallow, and uneven. He could hear his heart in his ears, deafening.

He rushed towards the bedroom.

And then—his worst nightmare became a reality.

There she was.

His beloved wife. The woman he had sacrificed so much for.

Wrapped in nothing but a thin sheet, scrambling to cover herself.

And beside her… a man. A stranger.

A shirtless, panicked man.

Aditya's mind went blank. His mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes were wide, unblinking. Tears welled up, but they didn't fall.

"This... this can't be real."

For a fleeting second, he wished it were a dream. A cruel nightmare. But as the seconds passed, the weight of reality crushed him.

His breath came out in a broken but strong voice.

"What the F#$k is happening here?!"** he roared.

Martha flinched, but the man—her lover—stood up, still buttoning his pants.

Aditya's fists clenched. His nails dug into his palms. His entire body shook with rage.

"Martha, you ungrateful f*#k!" His voice cracked with raw emotion. "After everything I've done for you... after all the bullshit I went through for us... This is what you give me?! Cheating on me?! In MY own f#*king house?!"

His voice echoed through the small apartment that was one filled with love and warmth now filling the walls with his fury and heartbreak.

Tears blurred his vision, but he refused to cry. He refused to break.

But then Martha snapped.

"Oh, SHUT UP! As if you care!" she screamed back.

Aditya froze.

"You think your little 'hard work' means anything?!" she spat. "I stay in this dump all day! I have NO life! Nothing but waiting for you to come home exhausted, eat, and sleep! Tell me, Aditya—what have you EVER achieved?! HUH?! NOTHINGGGG!"

Her words stabbed him deeper than any knife.

His lips quivered. "Martha… I—I worked so hard for you..." His voice was weaker now, shaky.

She scoffed. "Did I ever ASK you too?! Did I ever tell you I WANTED this pathetic life?!"

Her lover—Michal, was it?—stood there smirking, arms crossed.

Aditya's fists clenched again. He wanted to hit something. Someone. But his body refused to move.

Martha stood up and began getting dressed, not even sparing him a glance. Her lover did the same.

She picked up her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to face Aditya and stab words one last time.

"Don't even TRY to reach me." Her voice was ice. "I'll send you the divorce papers. Michal is the love of my life. Just forget me. See you never."

And just like that—she walked out.

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

A deafening, crushing silence.

Aditya stood frozen, staring at the door that once welcomed him home.

Now, it was just a barrier between him and the life he once had.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

For the first time in years… he was truly, utterly alone.

just one word in his mouth

"WHAT A BITCH....."