Bitter Sweet

Chapter 1: Nefarious

Nefarious

You've been waiting for two hours. It was your husbands birthday... Where could he possibly be? You slowly paced back and fourth in your living room. Earlier today, you came across a completely new wardrobe in your walk-in closet. You could'nt believe he would get you all these new clothes, considering the fact that your birthday was three months away. Prince was so thoughtful. Your eyes lit up when you saw all the new dresses and shoes. You searched your closet for something easy to take off. Tonight, all you wanted was sex, sex, and even more sex. You decided to pick out a short and fitted black dress along with a pair of red high heels to wear tonight. You planned to make Prince a nice homecooked meal when he got home.. but you wanted to give him his actual gift first. It was brand new Rolex, neatly placed in a black box with the crown logo on top. Your legs began to get tired from constantly being on your feet since you got home so you took a seat on the couch. You sat there.. Staring down at the box.. Hoping Prince would walk through the door.

You lived in a three story house, separated from other homes because of how much space it took up. You thought maybe Prince got stuck in traffic.. or maybe he ran into a friend. Either way, he still could call to inform you. About 30 minutes later, Prince casually walked into the house, as if he wasn't almost three hours late. You didn't care though. You just wanted to be in his arms. "Happy Birthday, baby!" you said as you began to walk towards him, holding out the box. Prince's face was blank. No smile. No frown. Just blank.

Prince opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but you cut him off. "Before you say anything, I just want to thank you for all these clothes and shoes! You're so caring... that's why I love you" Prince sighed. You could tell something was wrong. Prince still stood there. He scratched his head, ran his fingers through his full head of hair, and said, "I need to tell you something".

You kept a smile on your face. You just knew he was going to preach about how much he loved you. "What, baby?" you laughed as you moved closer to him. Prince took a deep breath and said "I don't know how to say this", he paused. Your smile instantly went to a frown as you saw another female walk into your home. She stood about 5'9, with heels, she had long, jet black hair, and a face with a strong jawline.

Who was she?

"Who are you?" you growled at the girl. "Who is she?" you snapped at Prince.  

The girl laughed and Prince looked back at the girl and grinned.

Prince begins, "This is Reeva. She's..." you cut him off. "Why the hell is she in our house?" Prince signals for her to come towards him. As she stands by his side, he puts his arm around her waist. "Look, our marriage... isn't working. It isn't the same as it used to be. I'm not happy anymore. I'm gonna be straight forward," he pauses, "It's over."

Your heart shattered, your body went numb, and your stomach began to to tie in knots. "What? What do you mean it's over? We've been married for 5 years and you think we're gonna end it like this? No... HELL NO" you shouted at Prince. Prince smirked and let go of Reeva. "Let's not make this harder than what it needs to be. You have a car out there full of gas. Use it."

You took a few steps back. You couldn't believe Prince... your husband... would do this to you. Tears formed quickly in your eyes, "Jacob, please don't do this to me. You're all I ha-". He forcefully cut you off and said, "Y/N I don't have time for this. Reeva and I have things to do! Get out!".

You refused.

Prince began to get irritated. I could tell by the way his thick eyebrows started scrunching up. He walked slowly to the door and opened it. "Get out."

You refused.

Reeva stood there and watched as Prince grabbed you arm and tried to drag you out. "Jacob! Let me go!" You shouted as you kicked him and tried to loosen his grip on your arm. Prince was angry before, but now he's furious. He grunted and back handed you across your face. This made it easier to throw you out of the house, simply because it made you weak and helpless. Prince got you slightly past the outside of the front door. As he walked towards the house, he mumbled, "bitch".