Eva's POV
"You bastard! I'm frigid in bed huh?! I'm dry as a log?! That's because the only time you've ever made me wet was when you made my eyes water!"
"Oh! You fucking bitch! You think you're so mouthy now huh?! You've grown balls to speak to me like that?!"
"You're fucking trash! I'm divorcing your stupid cheating ass! I hope you get AIDS and fucking die! Die, you and your stupid lovers and your fuck boys and all your sluts, especially that plastic surgery poster child you call your secretary! All of you can rot!"
"The only one dying between us is you! You miserable, corpse of a woman! Marrying you wad the worst thing that ever happened to me! Divorce?! Ha! I will die before I divorce you!"
"Then both of us will die right here Ethan! Call the fucking ambulance! They'll pick out corpses off this rotten floor!"
"Look at you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You call yourself a woman? You're a pitiful excuse for one! Take a good look at yourself, Eva. You've got no fucking sex appeal! You want to divorce me? You want to leave? You think any man in his right senses will want a fat, boring, corpse like you?!"
His words sliced through my heart, cutting whatever barrage of words I had to say off.
He scoffed, arrogance shining in his darkened eyes. "Orgasms? You're throwing this fucking tantrum because I never made you cum in five years? The problem is you! Fucking you is like fucking a cold fish. You just lie there and do fucking nothing! You can ask Sarah, I make her cum all the time! The problem is you and your defective body! Matter of fact when I want to lose an erection, I think about you. Boner killer."
I grabbed my chest, fisting my scrubs tightly in my hand. "That's enough,"
"Enough?! That's enough?! The audacity on you! Know your fucking place, and shut your mouth up. You're not getting that divorce. And our marriage is open now. I'll die if I have to suffer through seeing your face another day."
I swallowed the lump that gathered in my throat. To say his words hurt would be an understatement of the millennia.
Tears burned my eyes. I bit my inner cheek till my teeth tore through flesh. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me crying.
Digging into my purse, I pulled out the divorce papers I was going to give him today and flung it at his face.
"You want to open this marriage?" I said, my chest heaving rapidly. "You want to fuck the whole town while retaining the image of a married man? Fine. Be my fucking guest. Go ahead. I'll go ahead and do what I want."
He scoffed, his handsome face twisted into a cruel smile. His eyes scanned me from top to bottom.
I knew what he saw, boring Eva in her boring scrubs, hair undone, face exhausted and bare after an eighteen hour shift.
Disgust flashed in his eyes and he shook his head.
"Good luck with that. Matter of fact, I'll bet on it. If you're able to find a man willing to fuck you in three days, I'll sign the divorce papers."
My breath hitched. "What?"
He walked up to me. Up close he reeked of sex and alcohol. I gagged, putting distance between us.
"Three days is setting you up for failure. You see, my darling wife, I am a kind man when the occasion calls for it. Let's do a week. How's that?"
What the fuck is wrong with this man?!
"I'm not interested in any—"
"Oh, but you are. Bet you want to go out there and get all those orgasms, all five years worth of them."
My hand reached out before I could stop it. I slapped him. The sound echoed between us, his head whipping to the side.
"You're disgusting." I hissed, my voice shaking. Without waiting to see him recover, I turned and stormed out of the room.
His laughter echoed behind me. "You have one week! Come get this divorce baby! Oh and don't worry, I bet there's a man out there into boring, fat, frigid bitches!"
Don't let it get to you, Eva. You keep your fucking head up and keep walking. Keep walking! Don't you dare cry now!
I walked out of the house and straight to my car. Once the door clicked shut, it came crashing down on me.
Ethan's words echoed in my head. Every insult I've had to suffer for five years. All of them designed to stab right where I was sensitive.
I gripped the steering wheel till my hands went cold . My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds by iron claws.
Where did I go wrong?
I knew from the start that we had an arranged marriage, something our families came together and planned. I knew there wouldn't be earth shattering love. But Ethan was decent on paper. He was handsome and had a good reputation and spoke to me with kindness.
Where did that man go?
A corpse? I'd explained it to him time and time again, I just ran cold. It's how I've always been. It didn't mean I was defective or anything, I just had a lower body temperature! And he uses it against me.
My sobs echoed in the trapped space of my car. I couldn't believe the sounds coming out of my throat.
I'd hoped to serve him the papers, calmly explaining that this marriage wasn't working anymore and it's best if we went out separate ways.
What I didn't expect was seeing him in bed with his secretary and one of his male employees. Just earlier today I'd begged him to please send some food to the hospital for me, he said he was busy with work. Yeah, busy getting his ass speared open!
He didn't even tell me for once during our marriage that he was bisexual!
"Fuck!" I screamed, slamming my head into the steering wheel. The horn blasted off, making me jump.
Oh, he's going to pay.
He'll pay for wasting five fucking years of my life! He'll pay for all those things he said to me!
I sat up, adjusting my rearview mirror so I could see my face.
I'm Boring?! Fat?! Where?! Sure, I looked tired, that was the side effect of working for eighteen straight hours, asshole!
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, swallowing the rest of my tears. Why am I even crying over that disgusting bastard?
A week? He gives me a week to find someone attracted to me?
I'll show him.
I hit the road, contemplating my next stop. I need to take the stress of tonight off my body. Forget everything Ethan had said to me.
With my mind made up, I drove to the closest and most expensive bar. It was a full two hours from the house, a perfect distance.
I walked into the bar, not caring that I was terribly underdressed. The low red lights had a sensual feeling, coupled with the music floating through the air.
The perfect place to win Ethan's stupid bet.
"I'll have your strongest drink. I need my liver out of commission by tomorrow morning." Then I'll arrange for my corpse to be sent over to Ethan so he knows exactly how a corpse feels!
Urgh! That asshole! I want to strangle him with my bare hands!
"Miss?" The bartender called. He was a young man, with freckles and pink rimmed glasses.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just had a tough day is all."
He nodded, still apprehensive, but got started on my drink. I watched him work, my eyes lazily drifting to the shelves of alcohol in the back. Statistically, if I drink all of them, how long before alcohol poisoning sets in?
A server walked up to the bar and passed a piece of paper to the cute bartender. He glanced at me as he read through it, then whispered something I didn't hear to the other guy.
Minutes later, he presented a tall glass of…cocktail?
"Don't you have anything stronger?" I asked with a frown.
He blushed. "Um…this was a gift. From that gentleman over there." He gestured to the far end of the bar.
I followed his direction and turned. Tucked away in the corner, shrouded in shadows, was a man. From the distance, I could see that he was tall, his shoulders broad and thick. He wore a dark coat that made him look one with the darkness. He moved, lighting his head. Something shiny was on his face.
A pink sparkly bandaid?
I squinted, trying to make out his features. I felt his eyes on me, his gaze hot and burning. But what caught my eye was that bandaid.
I waved, he barely responded and turned back to his drink.
"Weird," I muttered, turning back to the drink. If this turns out drugged…oh well. Tough luck. I took a sip of it. "Oh. Is there pineapple and cherry in this?"
"Yes! It's one of our newest recipes, it hasn't been made public yet. How do you like it?"
I turned and glanced at the man, only to find him heading to the door.
"Oh my god," I gasped, my jaw dropping.
I was right. He was fucking tall! I've heard the phrase larger than life a couple of times, but this was the first time seeing someone in real life that fit the description. I couldn't see his face, or that bandaid again, as his back was turned to me. But I did see his hands. They were covered in swirls of red and black ink.
My heart skipped. And another part of me.
I pressed my thighs together, my face burning. What the fuck?! Eva! Have some decency! You don't even know the man!
I drank more of the cocktail. "It's good," I whispered, my cheeks warming up. "Really good."
Ethan's words rang through my head again. One week and I'll be free from him. One week and he'll finally divorce me.
One week. Any man at all. This man that just walked in, perhaps I could ask him!
I got to my feet and bolted for the door.