Valentine's Nightmare

Confrontation

The mistress was cautious, but she was also bold, and she couldn't hold back any longer, so she had to make some noise. I noticed how nervous Samuel was, and I strongly considered going straight back to catch them in the act, but I decided against it. This was a man I could not hold on to any longer. Best let him go.

After I returned, I made some calls and told the guy to find out how far Samuel and his mistress had gone in terms of their affair. The PI sent all the files to my email an hour later. When I saw the woman's photos, I chuckled.

Samuel loved women like her. Shining, glimmering, alluring, and passionate. It was no wonder he lamented my lack of passion, but I would not show that man what I had in store. Beauty always had its privileges, after all. We had options.

Since they were having an affair under my nose, I knew there was no need to hold back anymore. Most of Samuel's money was under my control. He was having an affair so brazenly just because he thought I trusted him.

I went to the extremes for him when we were dating. My dad disagreed with us dating, but I refused to see anyone else. He got me, and he did not appreciate me. He did make a vow during our wedding, though. He hugged me, too.

"I swear you're the only one I love, Noelle. If I ever find someone else, then I'll lose everything I have."

Well, then, I'd love to see that happen, especially what he would do when he lost everything. He didn't come back that night, but I got the photos and the videos.

I was utterly unfazed when I texted Ronald and told him I’d go find him that night. If they wanted me to get knocked up, I'd rather have a hot specimen warming my bed. No one else mattered.

Ronald was like an excited pup. The moment he met me, he hugged me. "God, I spent the whole day watching your husband going at it. Felt like I might go blind."

I chuckled and patted his head. "Well, here I am. Hope that helps your eyes. What do you think of Samuel?"

"A fool, and a blind one at that."

I chuckled. Men could talk sweet if they wanted to. Alas, I was no longer a young and gullible woman. Sweet words weren't enough to make my heart flutter. Still, Ronald hugged me and murmured, "It's true, Noelle. He doesn't appreciate you at all, and that woman only cares about his money."

That much was obvious. There was no way she was after his personality. I suppose he was more than passable in terms of looks, and he was well off. That woman would never have hunted him down otherwise.

I was about to say something, but Ronald pulled me closer and sealed my lips with a kiss. It was a long, loving kiss, and then one thing led to another, then…

He was a gentleman for not doing it when I was drunk, but now I wanted to see what he had to offer. He was an excellent lover, and I felt the kind of ecstasy I never felt before.

I woke up at midnight and left to wash his marks off my body. Ronald gave me a sad look. "Leaving so soon, Noelle?"

"Be a good boy. There's work tomorrow, and I have to go back. Just go on as planned."

Resigned to his fate, Ronald nodded. However, he was clearly reluctant to see me leave. I left quickly, too afraid to meet his gaze.

When I got back home, Samuel was there, much to my surprise. He probably had a little something to drink. When he looked at me, he sneered. "You're out late. I've been waiting."

"Really? Anything you want?"

He came up to me and grabbed my hand. "You showered elsewhere?"

"What's it to you?"

My indifference irked him. "Who do you think I am, Noelle?"

I laughed and decided enough was enough. "No, who do you think I am? Yeah, the answer's the same for both questions. Fair is fair."

His face fell as I flung his arm away. Just when I was about to get some sleep, he dragged me back and pinned me on the bed. Then, he tore my clothes away.

I looked at him and said coldly, "I'm not ovulating today."

"Doesn't matter."

"I don't want you touching me when you've just had your fun with Melissa."

His hand shivered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that you had to endure my lifeless performance in bed. Yeah, you can forget about having a child." I pushed him away and left. It was a bit early for the confrontation, but my disgust got the better of me.

"You sent a PI after me?"

I turned my head, looking at him. "No, you said it yourself. I heard everything. Let's get divorced."