Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter eighteen - first time

“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him.

I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman.

My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that?

A pathetic loser.

The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaches behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips are red and a bit puffy and I know why that is.

“Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me.

“I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so she would know who I am, “and who are you.”

“I’m his lover.” For someone standing in the unwanted territory, she seems kind of confident if you ask me.

I raise a brow, feeling half surprised and half disgusted, then I snap, “His whore, you mean?” I spit out before I can stop myself, my anger rising.

“Maybe if you were woman enough, he wouldn’t have had to come and get some of these.” She fires back, pointing to her exquisite body.

Another nasty word from her do-nothing-but-stick-it-where-it-doesn’t-belong-mouth. I’m sure I’m going to hit her. “Time is up whore, you can leave now!”

I don’t want to be fighting with another woman over a man, that has never been who I am, but I just seem to have lost every other thing. It started with my job, then my singlehood, and then my boyfriend, then my freedom and then my heart, and now I am about to lose my last shred of self-respect all for this man!

She scoffs and crosses her arms around her chest dramatically, “Keenan, are you just gonna stand there and have her talk to me that way?”

Keenan, whose eyes don’t sway from mine, spoke. “You heard her, Samantha. I advise you to go in pack your things and go?” He strictly orders and just like his words do to me, the lady walks away from us and back to the bedroom without another word.

I so hate this man!

A part of me is happy he’s siding with me on this, but that still doesn’t stop my heartache. He tosses me out so he could bring his whore home.

The lady comes out after a few minutes of being inside, wearing a black mini gown and a black three-inch heel. She picks up her jacket from the couch along with her purse and walks over to Keenan’s side and slips a card into his hand.

“Call me.” she mouths to him before walking away.

I stay quiet, staring at Keenan, who’s staring anywhere but at me now, and I shake my head, feeling disappointed and brokenhearted.

“I guess she did great last night, huh? She was woman enough to handle you then?”

It’s not his fault he doesn’t feel the way you do. My mind tries to warn me, but I’m way past the saving point.

“You chased me out and it's barely twelve hours and you are with her? Samantha?” My frustration grows as he returns all my questions with silence, “Are you even going to say something?!”

“My goodness, woman, what do you want me to say?” He asks, tossing the card Samantha gave him away, running his hand through his hair and huffing out a quick breath.