- VALKYRIE -
My husband is gay.
My breath hitches and my body quivers at the sight before me. Watching the man I've loved and given my all to for seven years make out with another man. The worse part? He's the bottom.
I swallow, clutching the hospital papers in my hand that reveals me pregnant while peeping from the door leading to the guest room.
A husky chuckle echoes in the room. That voice belongs to a woman. My breath halts in a chokehold as the woman comes to sight, walking to the bed and staying beneath my husband to give him a kiss. I freeze.
That is my husband's ex. No, he's not gay, he's having a threesome with his ex and God knows who. I swallow. This is the man I gave everything to. A man I lived for for seven years and this is how he repays me.
"I have missed you, Shantel." Alessandro, my husband says, to the woman. His ex. She's undressing, and his lips prowl on every part of her naked skin revealed to him.
Why am I still here? Why am I still watching? Haven't I been hurt enough by this sight? Maybe part of me doesn't want to believe this is happening. Maybe part of me hopes this is a nightmare. But it's so vivid that I know I cannot escape this. Because it's real, and a hard truth.
"I have missed you too, Al." Shantel purrs, filling his mouth with her boob. "It's why it hurt me when you decided to be with your stupid wife."
Hearing this bleeds my ears. Stupid wife? I gave everything to this man. Money, social status, my dedication. He's everything he is because of me. Not her but my sweat.
"I married her for money, you know that." Alessandro sounds breathless, obviously so indulged in what he's doing. "She was never you. Never the one I loved." He laughs. "She doesn't even come close."
This is when Shantel's eyes meet mine. My breath stiffens as she lets out a smirk. She knows I'm here, and something tells me she wants me to hear this.
"It's your anniversary. She must be waiting for you." Shantel's arms cascade his chest as she kisses the other man.
Alessandro spreads her legs wide for him, settling between them. "I don't care." He words.
That right there feels like daggers plunging into my heart, wrecking it to pieces.
"I never did." He adds, fucking her. My eyes water at this.
I loved him. Probably still do.
Shantel let's out a breathy laugh, moaning. "You played your cards right and got what you wanted. I'm proud of you." Her hand sinks into his hair.
"Not everything." Alessandro murmurs. "Not until her empire belongs to me."
I pull my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying loudly and alerting him of my presence. Not that I think it matters. He doesn't love me, doing this on our anniversary proves it. I feel like a fool, so many years of love for nothing. I was never her, never the woman he wanted.
"And how do you plan to acquire that?" Shantel asks. "Don't stop." She moans after, her head turning to face me.
"I already have." This statement leaves me confused.
"What do you mean?" Shantel asks the one question in my mind, her grin obvious. Almost like she knows the answer, but she wants me to hear it.
Alessandro kisses her before leaning back up, thrusting into her. This seems more like a two people sex play rather than three. "Just like we discussed." He voices. "In a few hours at midnight, a tape will air. Future heiress of the SK group's hidden shameful life." Alessandro groans. He spins Shantel around and pulls her leg over his shoulder as he fucks her from the side. I am repulsed. "The board meeting to declare the CEO of SK is in a few days. The timeframe of the leaked tape from an 'anonymous reliable source' will marinate long enough to kick Valkyrie off the very empire she built. And who better to replace her than the man who stood by her side to build the business? One who is automatically the victim."
I shift back, resting my back on the wall and hiding behind the door, my chest heavy. I can't believe this. My ears are ringing from the pain delved into my chest and my head is banging. How was I this blind? How did I not notice the signs?
How did I love someone like him?
My eyes lower to the paper in my hand. Regret suddenly evokes me. Tears run down my cheeks as a painful question lingers in my mind.
And how did I let myself carry his seed? I'm three weeks in, bearing a child for a man who wants to destroy me.
I sob, squeezing the medical report in my hand, my ears deafening with their loudness in there. No. I won't let him win. I may not be able to save myself from this pregnancy but I can still protect my company and name.
I dip my hand in my purse to take out a phone. I hold it up, trying to stay out of Shantel's sight and click on record. This is enough proof to get a divorce and disband the prenup. I won't give him anything I worked hard to get. Even if it kills me.