A Jealous Mistress Won’t Let My Husband Sleep with Me, but He Regretted It After I Left

“Milena, please listen to me. It’s not what it looks like. I don’t even know how this happened…”

Milena glared at me with sharp, cold eyes as she cut him off. “Don’t panic. I’m not mad at you this time. It was because of that filthy woman who drugged you!”

“She’s disgusting. She wanted you so badly that she had to trick you into sleeping with her.”

Ah, so she was the one who drugged Javier.

He frowned at me, his voice full of anger. “Saina, how could you do this? Really, what’s wrong with you?”

He actually believed that my resistance moments ago was just an act to make the situation look more real.

“I didn’t—”

I tried to explain, but before I could finish, Milena rushed toward me, screaming, “You bitch! Can’t you live without a man?”

“You’re a disgrace to women! I’ve been more than patient with you, but you never listen. I warned you, didn’t I? Don’t you dare touch my man!”

Javier held her back, trying to calm her down.

“Milena, please, let me handle this. Don’t get angry. If you hit her, you’ll only hurt yourself. Trust me, I’ll take care of it, okay?”

The humiliation burned through me like fire. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stepped forward and slapped Milena hard across the face.

“Miss Sanders, have some self-respect. No matter how much he loves you, you’re still the other woman here. You don’t get to come into my house and act like you own it!”

Milena screamed, gritting her teeth, but Javier held her back, so she couldn’t strike me.

Her face twisted with rage. “Let’s break up, Javier. You let that bitch hit me!”

Panic flashed in his eyes. He was terrified of losing her. Then, he turned around and slapped me so hard I fell to the floor. “Saina, you’ve gone too far!”

“You need to think about your behavior. I told you, this marriage is just an arrangement. I’m still keeping your title as Mrs. Gayle, so you should be grateful and stay in your place!”

I laughed bitterly. “Mrs. Gayle? You’re humiliating me.”

Milena’s voice cut through sharply: “Hit her again. Twice. Or I’ll do it myself!”

Javier Gayle, who never followed orders from anyone, obeyed her in an instant. His eyes showed hesitation for a moment, but then he slapped me twice more.

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth and my head spun.

Then he spoke to his men, “Fill this room with adult toys—right now!”

His men moved fast. They carried boxes into the room and began throwing toys at me. Each hit left red marks on my skin.

They came at me like heavy rain that I couldn’t even move to dodge.

Javier’s cold voice echoed above me. “This should be enough for you to use for a lifetime. Stop using dirty tricks to make me sleep with you. Remember, we’re only married by name.”

His phone suddenly rang and he walked out to answer it.

Meanwhile, I lay on the floor, surrounded by piles of humiliating adult toys, too weak to move.

When my vision started to blur, I heard Milena’s smug voice. “Let me tell you something, Saina. It was me who drugged him. You’re just an adopted daughter, you’ll never beat me!”

She laughed as she took photos of the room filled with the toys, glancing around with pride.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t even lift my hands. My whole body felt heavy, trapped in darkness.

Outside the room, I could hear the sound of Javier and Milena in the next room. He spoke softly to her, treating her like she was the most precious person in the world.

In their intimate embrace, I could hear his gentle voice calling her “my wife” over and over again.

The betrayal of reality clashed with the sudden surge of memories. Countless dark nights had passed since the last time he had treated me that way.