Sin With Me | 18+ | ✔️

16 • Beautiful

She's beautiful, really and the way my own husband looks at her makes my stomach drop. My throat suddenly dry as I watch him help her out of her coat. You could definitely get the idea that he's a real gentleman.

I gulp and down my drink. It's like a punch in the face to seen them together but I'm past tears of sadness.

I do tear up, yes, but not because I get melancholic. They're tears of anger.

How dare he bring her into our restaurant? How dare he treat her right while making me believe he isn't capable of loving. I always thought he must treat every woman that way. That he's just the way he is.

How wrong I was.

How much do you have to hate your wife to treat her so badly? Without any respect or remorse.
I slam the glass on the table and storm towards the bathroom.

The door slams behind me and I lean on the marble sink. I look into the mirror in front of me and am met with my angry face. A single tear runs down my cheek and I ball my hands into fists.

This woman... She's so much more beautiful. What is it about me that he hates so much? My figure? My looks? My face? My character?

I did everything for years. Everything for him. I took care of the household and listened to him when he talked about himself for the hundredth time.

I gave my everything for this asshole and how does he thank me? By using me as a cleaning lady, therapist and personal toy. And as a backup for his dirty business.

And the worst part about it is that I was so blinded I allowed it all to happen. It disgusts me how he can take advantage of my financial and general inferior situation and has the audacity to look out for another woman.

When the door makes a noise I turn my head. Someone enters the bathroom and I watch them through the mirror. I'm not exactly happy to be seen by anybody right now but who cares anymore. I certainly don't.

I close my eyes for a second, trying to catch myself but end up opening them immediately when I hear the lock clicking. Fuck.

For a second I panick and the worst case scenario hunts my thoughts.

What if Luigi saw me? What if-

"Sophia?" I hear the deep familiar voice.

I let out the breath I didn't know I held. It's Avan.

I quickly wipe over my face but don't bother to turn around. It's bad enough he's able to see me in this state through the mirror, I definitely don't want to look into his vigilant eyes.

I met his gaze through the mirror while he walked toward me.

"How did you find me?" I asked quietly.

All of this was so embarassing for me. In front of Avan...

"I saw you leaving the bar. And I also saw the reason why... Are you okay?"

He huggs me from behind, brushing my hair to the side before placing a small kiss on my neck.

I lean against him, closing my eyes.

"No, actually. I'm angry and I feel like shit." I answer truthfully.

He humms against my skin as he continues to place small kisses onto my neck and throat, never interrupting our eye contact through the mirror.

"A woman like you should never feel that way, Soph. His loss, really." He mumbles.

"You're smart," kiss, "strong," kiss, "and beautiful." Kiss.