The Mysterious Revenge Wife

With that, Rebecca started to relax. Her strained muscles, a little stiff from forcing herself not to move, came back to life.

It wasn't the first time the man had held Rebecca, so she wasn't averse to his touch. It was, however, the first time the man held her like this – unhurried and gentle.

Usually, they just rip their clothes off and do the deed, so Rebecca never minded it. It was, after all, what she wanted. It was the reason why she agreed to continue seeing him. He was good in bed, and Rebecca knew he wasn't the man who likes commitment, and neither was he a man who would ask her for a long-term relationship.

They were bed partners—nothing more, nothing less.

Rebecca should have run away, but she slowly relaxed in the man's gentle embrace.

"But I'll bite you if you ask me nicely," the man suddenly said.

Rebecca's eyes went wide.

Annoyed with herself rather than the man, she shoved him hard and quickly backed away toward the door. Cornered, she switched the lights, and the room lit up, revealing the man looking at her with hungry eyes.

"Forget it then. I'm leaving!" Rebecca stated and quickly opened the door.

"Wait!" Yet again, the man was beside Rebecca without her even knowing.

'How does he move like that?' Rebecca thought with annoyance.

"Stay! Promise I won't do anything you don't like," the man said with his utmost innocently-sounding voice, but he couldn't fool Rebecca. Something in his eyes told her she should run away. Fast!

The three knocks on the door stopped the man from talking as the man from the outside called and announced, "Sir, your dinner is here!"

"Leave it at the door!" The man answered the man.

"Were you expecting I'd come here?" Rebecca asked the man who dragged the food cart inside the room.

The man shrugged. "I had a feeling."

"I'm not hungry," Rebecca said firmly. It unnerved her that the man was being considerate of her. They were never like this.

"Then at least take a bite," the man was smiling, but something in his voice made Rebecca stop refusing the second time.

Rebecca had a feeling that the man could and would think of other ways for her to do his bidding. The thought scared her, but her body humming at the anticipation of the man's wicked ways betrayed her.

Afraid that the man could read her thoughts, Rebecca took the spoon he offered, scooped a spoonful of the beef stew, and ate it.

Then, she didn't talk afterward. The taste of the food filled her senses, and it sated the hunger she didn't know she had. Before Rebecca took another bite, she saw the man beside him hiding a smile by taking a spoonful of his food.

Rebecca didn't care. The food in front of her was too delicious for her to care about anything else.

...

"Would you like to take a bath?" The man asked Rebecca who was fixing the plates on the table. Before the latter could nod in agreement which he was sure she would, he added, "We can go together if you want."

Rebecca froze and looked at him with murderous eyes. "Please, go ahead," she answered through gritted teeth. "I'll go after you're done."

The man shrugged, not letting Rebecca's refusal let him down. He deliberately passed by her on his way to the bathroom while slowly unbuttoning his shirt collar, revealing his collarbone and large chiseled chest. It made him smile inwardly when he noticed Rebecca's cheek flushed red.

"You won't run away, won't you?" he asked when he was close enough for her to hear him.

"N-No!"

"Then wait for me, alright?" He said before leaning over and brushing his lips against the corner of Rebecca's lips.

The latter stared at the bathroom door as it closed. Suddenly, how she met the man flashed before her eyes.

Rebecca once had this crazy idea. She wanted to get herself wasted for the first time in her life and dared to do so. Exactly thirty days from her and Benson's divorce, she picked out the "quietest" bar she found online in the city and went there to get drunk.

When she woke up in a hotel the morning after, Rebecca found out she had grabbed a man at the bar. Apparently, she forced the man into joining her in her crazy escapade, continuing her drinking spree at a hotel.

But then, the man, a certified gentleman, was kind enough to let her sleep the rest of the night. When the morning came, and Rebecca woke up, she tried to leave as fast as she could in embarrassment. However, she failed to escape unnoticed.

...

When the man got out of the bathroom, he saw Rebecca walking back and forth in the living room. Unable to help it, a mischievous grin flashed on his lips. He liked teasing Rebecca and loved it more when she screamed and writhed under him with pleasure.

"The bath is ready," he said to get the woman's attention.

He wasn't the most handsome man, but he was confident in his physique and witty charm. So he paraded it in front of the woman, his robe tightly loose around his waist, showing off his chiseled chest.

It pleased him when Rebecca flushed and looked everywhere but him.

"R–Right, I–I should…." Rebecca stuttered as she scrambled to get her bag and walk past him. That almost made him chuckle, but he reeled it in. He thought it wouldn't be good for Rebecca to run away, which would most likely happen if he teased her too much.

So, he contented himself with offering an alternative. "I can help you wash your back if you—"

"No, thank you!" the woman almost shouted before shutting the door in his face.

Alone in the living room, the man laughed in rich amusement. He would not have stopped earlier had he not heard the woman's phone vibrating on the coffee table. With a slight smile, he stepped closer to the coffee table where the phone was and peeked.

When he saw the name on Rebecca's phone, his smile faded at once.

Rebecca took a deep breath, held it in, then exhaled while the cold water from the shower head above her beat down her already tired body. Then, she pressed her forehead on the tiled wall and asked herself, "What are you doing, Rebecca?"