I WAS WRONG

~IMANI~

I was wrong.

I was so fucking wrong and foolish to think he would never cheat on me. Our marriage has been rocky for the past years. We looked like the perfect couple to the outside world, but within these walls, we were anything but that. And my inability to give him a child was one obvious reason why we've been having issues. But still, I thought my husband loved him. He assured me he still loved me and that every couple had their bad days. But ours never seemed to end.

Still, I would hope and trust that my husband would never cheat on me. That Louis would never think to do something so cruel to me. Despite the pain rocking through my back, I pushed myself off the floor on shaky legs. I needed to see; I had to confirm what I heard.

I could be wrong. Maybe that wasn't Louis in there and I was simply hearing things. Maybe it was an elaborate scheme by our business rival to deceive me and ruin our marriage.

Deep down, I knew I was being stupid to think I misheard my husband's voice. Perhaps I was but I had to give him the benefit of the doubt. My heart slammed dangerously against my chest as I moved closer to the door. The sensible part of my brain screamed at me not to open the door. If I didn't see what was happening inside, then I could pretend that this never happened. I could continue in blissful ignorance, pretending that I didn't overhear my husband fucking another woman on her matrimonial bed.

But that part of my brain that craved to torture me insisted that I open the door and see with my eyes what was going on behind that door.

So I did.

Taking in a shallow breath, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I already knew what was happening behind that door, but I still wasn't prepared to see it with my own two eyes.

Louis sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed and his mistress, the woman he was fucking, sat over him, bouncing on his dick while my husband held onto her ass cheeks, thrusting up to meet every powerful grind from her.

"Oh god. Fuck me, Louis. Fuck yes. There, right there. Ahhhh, god, you fuck me so good," she moaned languidly, her hands clasped tight around his neck as she continued to bounce on my husband's cock.

And Louis.

He smiled up at her, amping up his thrust to match her demands. "Fuck…" I listened to him as he groaned. "I fucking love your tight pussy; I love how you take my cock. This little hole is made for me. Perfectly made for my cock. I fucking love you." 

I couldn't help the rush of air that escaped my lungs at his words. He loved her! He said he loves her!

They must've heard my gasp of horror because their heads snapped in my direction.

Louis looked mortified as he stared at me wide-eyed. "Imani," he rushed out, attempting to stand up but she clamped down on him, riding him harder.

"Oh yes, oh god… Louis, baby, do that again. Fuck, you just went deeper. I'm so close, so close, baby, please fuck me harder," she moaned loudly, staring at me with a smug smile on her face.

I stood stunned, expecting my husband to be ashamed enough to push her off him. Instead, Louis turned to me with a look I couldn't decipher. "Sorry, Imani. It's not what it looks like. I promise it's not what it looks like," he struggled to say in between his pleasure-filled moans.

I watched tears streaming down my face as he turned with his mistress in his arms. Changing their position so her back was on the bed, his body wrapped over hers as he hammered into her. All the while telling me what I was seeing wasn't what it seemed.

Bile rushed up my throat as I stumbled out of the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind me.

My heart caved in on me as hot tears trickled down my face.

 A stabbing pain shot up my spine and my back straightened so fast it caused a painful tug in my stomach. The pain hit me so hard and so fast that I almost doubled over. "Arghh," I cried out in pain, hands clasped around my stomach in an attempt to stop the pain from piercing through every organ in my stomach.

I tried to straighten up so I could at least walk away from the sounds coming out of the room but my knee jerked and my body propelled backward. There was no way I could prevent the fall and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the painful impact of when my body hits the ground but the expected pain from the fall doesn't come.

Instead, strong hands snagged my hands, pulling me firmly upright and my back was smashed against a hard yet sturdy surface. The pain from the fall didn't come but that doesn't stop the mind-numbing split in my stomach.

Unable to bear the pain anymore, a low whimper slipped past my lips. "Shhh, I've got you. I've got you." The owner of the hands, who had prevented me from falling, cooed as he pulled me closer to his body and held me steady.

I know that voice.

I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was. I would recognise that commanding husky voice anywhere. Maybe it was the unbearable pain in my stomach and heart that had gotten to me. Or I was tired of being the strong, loving housewife everyone knew me to be. The one who supported her husband at every point. Or it was the fact that I caught my husband fucking his secretary, who he once told me was his cousin and he had looked me dead in the eyes telling me it wasn't what it looked like.

Whatever it was, I was tired and it didn't matter to me that I was seeking comfort in the embrace of my enemy. I turned in Dominique's arms, smashing my face into his chest as I let the sob I'd been holding back wreck through my body.

"I've got you, baby. I've got you." He held me tighter, cradling my head to his chest while combing his fingers through my hair as I cried.

"He… he…" I choked out in a whisper in between sobs. I couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"I know. I know. I saw them come upstairs. I'm sorry."

Another torrent of sobs crashed through me at his words. He saw them come upstairs? How many people at the party saw my husband disappear with his mistress? How many of them knew? How long has this been going on behind my back?

"You—arghhh." I grind my teeth to stifle the cry of pain threatening to break free as the cramp in my stomach intensifies. "My…my stomach," I whimpered, my back bowing as another bolt of pain shot down my legs.

"What's…" Dominique's sentence was cut short as he pulled back slightly and I heard his low gasp. "You're bleeding," he announced in a whisper. "Imani,"

"Hospital. Take me." I managed to say as the pain cut off the flow of air in my airway and my eyes rolled backwards.

I felt him hold me tighter and soon we were moving. The sound of the elevator had me opening my eyes and I shook my head.

"Not that one. Not that one," I forced out through clenched teeth. "They'll see. The party, they'll see. I can't let them see," I mumbled weakly, pointing towards the emergency elevator on the other end of the hallway with the last bit of strength I had in me.

The last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me was the sound of Dominique's voice frantically telling me to stay awake and then I was being lifted off my feet into his arms.