Chapter 4
By the time I woke up, I've been admitted and was met with the stench smell of the champagne that was dumped on me.
I glanced to my side to witness the unpleasant sight of my husband with the bitch from my nightmare. She was all over him, rubbing from his chest to his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear- albeit, he wasn't saying anything funny or even laughing at whatever she was showing him on her mobile.
Samir stood rigid as usual, no expression of any sort in his face.
"There was no need for the both of you to be in here with me," I spoke up to the both of them.
They instantly whirled their gaze on me. Rose took that moment to step away from Samir as she came up to me on the bed where I was laid.
"He didn't want to wait, I personally forced him to because I couldn't wait and watch your misery alone. I needed someone to watch it with, and who better than the man you tried to steal from me?" She cracked an evil smile before she tapped on her phone, then brought the phone low to my face for me to watch whatever she wanted to show me.
The video began to play, and it was a recording of me fainting. It wasn't just a mere recording, it has been posted on the internet with the most vicious caption I've ever seen.
Anxiety pricked at my skin and she only laughed out loud at my distress.
Was this what she was watching with Samir and laughing at?
"Samir!!!!" I screamed at my husband who just stood there and said nothing. He allowed this much humiliation to happen to me.
To happen to the woman who has cared and loved him for the better part of a decade!
How could a heart of a man be this dark? This wicked!
"You keep his name out of your dirty mouth, you piece of garbage." Rose's index shoved at my face, nearly poking into my eyes.
I slapped her finger away as I slid down from the bed. I cannot be here. I need to get out of here.
Rose jumped on my path with her arms spread out and a bitter look on her face. "And where did you think you're going?" She scoffed then hissed heavily.
"You're not leaving this room unless you've signed those divorce papers," she said in a grounded tone.
I raised a palm to soothe my forehead. An ache already growing inside the head as I let out a breathy sigh.
"Get the fuck out of my way!" I gently laid the order.
"Or what? What will you do? Need I remind you of what happened to you the last time you tried to have your own back," she then lowered her phone to show me the video of myself going unconscious again.
My rage grew into more than I could contain, and in a fitful move, I snatched the phone out of her hand and threw it against the nearest wall.
Pleasure coursed through me at the sight of her shattered phone and the shock written all over her face.
"Bitch!" She yelled as she reached for my hair and yanked on it.
I yelped at the tug of pain as I quickly grabbed at her wrist to try and pull her grip off.
"How fucking dare you!" She landed a slap on my face, and that was all it took for me to let go of my restraints.
I went feral on her as I grabbed her by the neck and tackled her to the ground. She immediately let go of my hair once I began to choke her.
She began to fight against my clutch at her neck, slapping and punching and pinching, whatever that gets my suppression off her neck.
My hold refuse to flinch, I only pressed harder.
"H…elp!" She choked out. "Sa…m-mir!"
I felt a force grabbed at my shoulder as I was pulled forcefully off of her. I glanced at the force and saw it was Samir's hands.
He had pulled me away to save his mistress, to protect her. Something he couldn't do for me when the said mistress was verbally abusing me.
I watched Rose scrambled off to her feet as she ran over to Samir's behind, wrapping her arms around him as she bursted into tears.
"Apologize to her," Samir calmly demanded. "You broke her phone, and then proceeded to assault her. Apologize to her right now!"
I looked at him, paled at the words coming out of his mouth. Still reeling from the fury concocted against this whole situation.
"What did you just say?" I had to question, could be that my ears were picking up the wrong words.
"I said. Apologize, to-"
He hadn't finish spoken when I launched a firm slap on his face. How dare him?
"How dare you? Who do you think you're?"
"Rahne!" His voice deepened as his eyes snapped temporarily close. "Did you just hit me?" Venom dripped at the layer of his voice.
"And I'll do it over and over again if you don't start speaking with your sense! Who do you think you are?"
"I could sue you. I could destroy your life. That's exactly who I am Incase you don't know, I'm letting you off easy with the demand that you go down on your knees right now and apologize for touching her and then laying your filthy hands on me!" His words sliced at me like a dagger would chop down a victim.
I laughed painfully. Can't believe I really wasted five years, and all it took for me to see the bullshit I married was a divorce paper.
"You really don't know who I am right? Other than my first name, that's the only thing you know about the wife you've been married to for the past five years!" I chuckled, the chuckle as painful as my emotions.
"Other than a lonely lowlife I saw sitting by herself, looking wretched until I came into her life. What else is there to know about you? Now I'm not gonna keep asking you this, it's either you go down on your knees right now and beg for both our forgiveness or I'll show you just how cruel I can really be."
He finally said it.
So that's the image he's truly had of me since we've been together. That I was some lonely lowlife in need of his intervention. That's who he really thinks I am. He has zero idea about who he married.
Damn. Tears slid down my cheeks, and I quickly rose a palm to clean it up. He'll never me cry, that's a show for the mental image he's had for me. A pathetic lonely bitch.
"You want divorce? You'll get your divorce. But you see this demand of yours, that you won't get cause I'd like to very much see just how cruel you can truly be!" I said to him, coldly like his usual demeanor.
He'll know just who I am in the hardest way.