Vicious Saints [18+]

027: Lady Wrath

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains context of self-abuse. Please read with caution.

|Azarov Iatova|

"Eight fucking months of hell!" Rebecca snarled.

Every month, every day, all I here is the same venom from her tongue to her words. This is an inconvenience to her life and the only way she finds a sense of relief is by throwing at me all the wrong I have done to her. I got her pregnant and apparently ruined her entire life. That's the only reason I let her vent out her frustrations and our marriage that wasn't even on rocky waters, we were sinking.

She has despised me before even getting pregnant but with this baby she only found more ammunition. I had to buy her a whole new wardrobe, not maternity; no she would raise hell. I had to buy all new designer outfits in a size six or eight. Which always made her cry since she's a size zero.

I love her, I do but its somber to admit that I'm no longer inlove with her. My suspicions grew after our wedding, she didn't want a honeymoon, instead we moved directly into my house. Her parents left therefore her only family is me. I wanted this marriage, I wouldn't have proposed if I didn't take my vows to heart.

I knew what I wanted but apparently Rebecca didn't. Her personally took a one-eighty, Rebecca went out with her friends everyday, never came home at night and after she returned after weeks at a time, she would be drunk or hungover. She didn't bother with an explanation, dismissing me as if I was shit. I let her be and the only times she acknowledge my existence is for sex. That was the only thing that made me feel loved for a small fraction of time. Only it never changed, she still felt disgusted at the sight of my scars. I was simply meant to fuck her and she would discard me the second it was over. Being a husband wasn't supposed to be like this, I didn't want to fuck my wife and leave. I wanted to be intimate with her, physically and emotionally.

The signs could have been neon and I still wouldn't have bothered. Until, she got pregnant. I lost the ability to feel anything but betrayal when I noticed her cheating on me multiple times with countless men. I let her play but with my baby in her womb, she couldn't fuck anyone. Rebecca would never be discreet because she didn't care whether I knew or not.

I hired a private investigator to follow her for those eight months. Rebecca, being spiteful towards my baby could make her dangerous, I wouldn't let her harm my child. Every doctors appointment, I had to drag her, especially with weekly check-ups. When we found out the gender of the baby, I was grateful for a healthy baby and the fact that I was having a baby girl made me elated. I will protect her, give her everything she could ever want, apoll her with love and affection.

Today was different, Rebecca didn't leave the house and was acting extremely us towards me. Which only meant something was going on. Nevertheless, I left the house as usual but awaited in my car a fewblocks down. The thing about is Rebecca wasthat she is devious and malicious to the core. When another sleeked black Mercedes crossed into my gate. At this point, my marriage was merely on paper and after fighting endlessly. I gave her up in that moment but I wouldn't give her my child. She might be carrying her but that will always be my baby. 

Walking into this house of misery and sorrow. The silence that bathes is replaced with the sound my headboard banging against the wall. I should be heartbroken as I climb the stairs but she crushed my heart along time ago. The rage however is boiling my blood, the moans gradually increasing. I thought she would give me a fraction of her empathy with us having a baby but apparently I was asking for too much.

Rebecca does whatever she does. Placing rules upon her is the readon why she left her parents. I never let my temper cloud my judgement, rarely will this ever happen. But when I open the door and watch the scene infront of me. Rebecca, with my child in her swollen belly ride another man with a wicked smirk on her face, no guilt or regret clouding those silvery eyes.