Wife for Hire

Chapter 12

Richard can’t bear to look at the woman who used to kiss him and him only was now kissing another man. He felt like a poisoned dagger had just been plunged into his beating heart and was no longer pumping. Wisdom was his heart, his life. But, it seems he never managed to think about that before he lunged into Francine’s cave—the one between her legs. And she is also engaged to the man, to Denver Mikhail Giordano—the richest man in town.

A tear fell from his face and into his arm as he was driving home now, to Francine’s condominium unit where he was staying.

Richard was currently living with Francine. Her luxurious unit is enough to quench his desire for lavish and expensive things.

Yes, he wouldn’t deny he loves fancy and costly things. That’s why he left Wisdom for Francine in the first place. But what he couldn’t endure is that the woman he once left is now the one living with the richest billionaire in this city. Karma had indeed been a bitch to him.

He was insulted; he felt as if he failed. He regretted leaving her. It feels like he jumped into the ocean in order to get out of the rain. He only left her because he thinks that their marriage is a ‘failure’. Not knowing that his life with Francine is much more mundane and colorless and absolute failure.

“I shouldn’t have left her.” There, he managed to say it to himself. He may be the only man in this car but Richard felt as if he voiced it into the air that can be heard by everyone on the planet.

“I should have stayed with Wisdom…” Richard finally cried.

They say that regret always lies at the end of the lane; Richard was a living witness to that. Because for now, he had regretted the decision he made out of lust and sexual need the day he left Wisdom.

“One should never decide when you are at the height of a strong emotion.”

Yet, Richard prevailed to burst into tears.

Coincidentally, it rained as well. As if Mother Nature had cried with him, pitied him. It was nature’s way of saying to him that people indeed make mistakes.

And one must be ready to face the consequences of those mistakes.

***

Richard knew what those sounds were. He was also pretty much sure to whom those moans belong to.

With a heavy heart, he still swung the condominium door open, hoping that the sounds were only a product of his imagination.

But they were not. And what’s more painful is that Francine was doing it on the living room, on the very couch that bears the memory of the night he first fuck her wife’s bestfriend a.k.a. Francine Cabello.

Francine was also doing it with two men—not one but to two, grown-up men. Both are handsome in their own ways and possess well-toned bodies.

“Francine,” Richard whispered his lover’s name. Yet, it was so soft that she didn’t fathom his call for the first time.

“Francine!” He now said it in a yell, an enraged yell.

He watched Francine’s pleasured face shift back into her original bitchy mien. “Hello, honey!” ‘Don’t call me, honey!’ He mused with a scowled face and clenched fists at both hands.

She immediately grabbed her bathrobe on the center table. So as the two young men who Richard thought were around 18-20 years old.

“Meet my dear friends, Richard. This is Anton and this is Erwin. They are twins,” Francine fixed herself as she stood and marched her way to him. Of course, he can obviously see that they are twins because they have pretty much identical faces.