Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret

Reyna's POV.

With all the strength left in me, I dragged the last bag of groceries I bought from the supermarket a few miles away into the house. My hands and neck ached badly as I carried them into the kitchen all by myself because neither the bodyguards nor Alex were around to help me out.

Even if Alex was home, I doubt if he would offer a helping hand in lifting the heavy provisions and groceries Into the house.

Just the thought of him made my mood turn sour because how can I explain to people that I have no idea when my man would be returning home.

'it's always been like that anyways,' I thought, followed by a sigh.

He'd leave for days, weeks, sometimes even a month without informing me and whenever I tried asking where he had been for so long, he always gave me the same generic response.

"It's none of your business, Reyna. Stop poking your nose into my matters; your priority should lie in the kitchen," He emotionlessly says to me every time and I've managed to get used to it and learned to stop asking him any questions.

With a body full of sweat, I arranged the bags on the kitchen counter before proceeding upstairs for a shower. I also took a mental note to take a short nap before Alex returned... that was if he did, by the way.

Climbing up the stairs, I tried to take the thoughts of Alex from my mind as I headed in the direction of our bedroom.

On getting to the door of my room, some sounds pierced into my eardrums, freezing my feet to the ground as my brows formed deep lines and my eyes narrowed suspiciously at the closed door before me.

'Who was making such sounds in my bedroom? I am the only one at home, and I doubt if that would be Alex, so who could that be?'

My heartbeat quickened, pounding loudly in my ears as fear crept in. I had no idea who or what was on the other side of the door.

My mind raced with every possibility through my head as I took a hesitant step forward. Grabbing a flower vase from a nearby table, I felt a lump form in my throat, a cold, tight sensation settling in my chest.

'What if someone broke in while I was gone?' The thought made my blood run cold, but quickly, a surge of boldness and courage followed.

'Whoever it is, they're going to regret this.'

My fingers trembled slightly around the vase, but I steadied myself, lifting it defensively in a tight grip as I reached for the door handle. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, my heart pounding in my chest.

The moaning grew louder, and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight before me. My husband, Alexander, was lustfully slamming his hips into a woman beneath the sheets, his groans of pleasure filling the air. But it was the woman's voice that made my blood run cold. She moaned loudly, and I recognized the voice as none other than my best friend, Chloe.

My heart felt like it had been ripped apart, my guts churning with a mix of shock, pain, disgust, and betrayal. Tears began to pool in my eyes as I stood there, frozen in disbelief.

I didn't even notice when the flower vase had fallen to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces just like my heart.

I was stunned, my mind struggling to process the scene before me. My husband, the man I loved and trusted, was cheating on me with my best friend, the person I thought I knew better than anyone. The pain was suffocating, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair.

I felt the temperature of the room drop by several degrees, my heart squeezing like I was suffocating in silence like I was being stabbed over and over again into my heart with the painful reality of betrayal hitting me hard across my face.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away, not allowing myself to break down. I couldn't let them see my weakness, not now. Even though my heart was shattering, I refused to let it show.

At the sound of the flower vase shattering on the floor, Alex froze and then turned toward me. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across his face, his eye sweeping across the floor and then up my face, but it quickly morphed into a cold, almost contemptuous glare.

There was no hint of guilt or regret in his expression. His sharp blue eyes were cold as he stared at me. "What the hell are you doing here, Reyna?" he demanded, his voice sharp, like a knife to the chest. "Don't you know how to knock? Or have you suddenly forgotten all basic manners?" His words sent a chill through me.

"What the hell are you doing in bed with my friend, Alex?" I shot back, my hands clenched so tightly at my sides that my nails dug into my palms, though I couldn't stop the trembling. It was becoming hard to keep my emotions intact.

With barely a glance in my direction, Alex slid off the bed and began pulling on his pants. "Are you blind, or do you just need glasses to see I was busy?" he snapped, his tone dripping with indifference, like my feelings didn't matter at all.

"Busy with what, Alex?!" I demanded, my voice trembling with rage. "Busy fucking my best friend on our matrimonial bed? In our very bedroom? Are you fucking serious now, Alex?" I asked, my eyes wide in disbelief.

But Alex just settled on the bed, nonchalant, and pulled Chloe closer to him. "Yes? Do you have a problem with that now, Reyna?" he questioned, his tone casual like it was not a big deal.

My gaze hardened, fixed on his arm wrapped around Chloe's waist, pulling her naked body closer to his chest. I felt my nails digging deeper into my palm as I struggled to keep my cool, but it was getting harder by the second.

Chloe snuggled closer to Alex's bare chest, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Seems like she does, Alex. I mean, who wouldn't be mad?" She mocked with a smile, tracing an invisible line on Alex's chest. "It's quite unfortunate for her that there's someone like me in your life who is very capable of giving you the satisfaction you need, Alex. Unlike Reyna, who is so lazy and tastes sour in bed."

That was the final straw.

I lost my cool that I fought so hard to retain.

The audacity of Chloe to still have the guts to speak and ridicule me prompted me to dash to the bed, my hand flying across Chloe's face in a resounding slap.

"REYNA!" Chloe yelled out my name, her eyes wide with shock, her cheeks reddening as she clutched at the spot where my hand had made contact.

"Shut the hell up you shameless bitch! How dare you have an affair with my husband, Chloe?!" I demanded furiously.

But before I could even process what was happening, I felt a sudden, stinging slap on my cheek. The force of it sent my face jerking to the side, and I instinctively raised my hands to cradle my cheek in shock. "Did he just...? Did Alex actually raise his hand on me... all because of her?!" I thought, stunned and disbelieving.

Reyna's POV.

Alex didn't wait a second longer as he pulled me off the bed by my arm and threw me to the ground like I weighed nothing.

"Get away from her, you worthless bitch," Alex cursed. The impact he used to grab my arm and threw me off the bed was heavy which made me hurt my waist as I fell hard on the floor.

I shut my eyes, wincing tightly but the pain on my waist was nothing compared to the hurt I felt in my chest.

Now that I thought of how our relationship had been in the last months, I was very sure about the reason why Alex always left home without saying a word to me and also spoke to me harshly whenever he was around.

It's because he had lost interest in me and was now courting another woman. He had always been sleeping with the bitch that I had considered my best friend all these while!

I felt utterly devastated, my heart broken and shattered into irreparable pieces.

I was so tired of Alex treating me like I was worthless. As if my only role was to be a housewife, confined in the kitchen and drowning in endless chores for months without caring for how I felt or how I was coping.

Unable to bear staying in this dying marriage with the hopes of keeping it alive any longer, especially after finding him in bed with Chloe, I decided to put an end to this godforsaken marriage!

I could not keep up with the pretense of being the perfect happy wife before the eyes of everyone while my husband treated me like a slave at home and was having an affair with my ex-best friend. I made up my mind to leave because I couldn't see myself staying in this marriage anymore.

I struggled to get back on my feet, aware of a misaligned bone in my lower back. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself.

Honestly, I must agree that this marriage wasn't worth fighting for anymore. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and, feeling sluggish, I moved closer to him, standing with my arms crossed this time.

"I want a divorce, Alexander,"I announced and Alex's gaze shot at me, his eyes wide opened in shock.

Seeing the expression on his face, I could tell he was completely stupified, clearly not expecting such a bold demand.

"I don't believe there's any reason for that look on your face. You love and care about your mistress more, don't you? Just get the papers ready, Alex, and I will gladly sign it because I am damned fed up of this thing you guys refer to as a marriage." I declared.

He scoffed, "You must be joking, Reyna. There's no way I'd let that happen."

"I'm serious, Alexander. It's either we get divorced, or I'll walk away from you, your life and this miserable marriage!"

"Agree to the divorce, Alex," Chloe interjected with a venomous voice, still holding onto her red cheek. "This witch doesn't deserve you! Only I do, Alex. Divorce the worthless thing so she could just get the fuck out of our lives and we could live happily ever after, My love."

Alex didn't pay attention to Chloe's self centered advise as he swung his legs off the bed, "Fine then, Reyna! Go wherever you want, but I will never agree to a divorce because I know your plans!"

Chloe's jaw fell open in astonishment, not expecting Alex to refuse the divorce and my eyes dimmed as confusion washed over me. "What plans?" I asked, completely clueless.

He leaned in closer, the hairs on my neck and arms standing as he spoke in a chilled, terrifying tone, "I know you want me to lose my company to my uncle. It's stated as a clause in my father's will that if I ever divorce you then I must hand over the company to my uncle. But guess what? I'm one step ahead of you, Reyna, because I will never let that happen!"

So this was the only thing he could make of me? This was what he thought of me?

This was the only reason he didn't want to agree to my demand for a divorce because what mattered most to Alex was not loosing his company to his uncle.

I meant absolutely nothing to him!

Silent tears streamed freely down my cheeks and vanished into the neckline of my cloth, a bitter smile tugged on my lips as I slowly took several steps backwards, my gaze fixed on Alex who sneered at me before returning to his mistress, cuddling her in his arms and petting her cheeks like I was invisible in the room.

I was not able to hold back my emotions any longer as the painful truth of the harsh reality hurt me deeper than I could have ever imagined.

Turning around, I dashed out of the room and out of the estate gates in tears. Cries after cries, sobs after sobs, all of it escaping my lips as I ran off in a direction I wasn't sure of.

My soul was broken, and my heart was wrenching in pain as I ran downtown cause it was clear! It was obvious that Alexander had no feelings for me! He didn't love me anymore and I had to accept that bitter truth!

Somewhere deep down in my heart, I had hoped that he would beg and ask me not to carry on with my decision to divorce him, considering everything I had done to keep us together, but No! I was absolutely wrong!

The only damn conclusion he could come up with was the thought that I had a motive behind my reasons for divorcing him.

Dammit!

Making my way into one of the popular clubs that was known for its high-quality taste in alcohol, loud thumping music was playing in the background as I walked up to the counter.

I sat on a stool before the counter and made my order. "I'd like to have two shots of vodka," I said and slid my card over the counter, the bartender gave me a slight nod and strolled away from my front.

I watched him mixing up some liquor, but I didn't bother asking what it was and what it contained. My mind drifted to the scene when Alexander and Chloe were in bed together as they got intimate, and the tears I thought had dried off started rolling down again.

"Two shots of vodka, young lady," the bartender said, breaking my reverie. I quickly wiped my tears and glanced at him as he slid the shots in front of me. Without hesitation, I downed them both, desperate to numb the ache in my heart.

"Make it three extra shots, payment by card," I requested, and he nodded as he went to prepare my order.

"Make that four extra shots. Bills on me."

Reyna's POV.

"Make that four extra shots. Bills on me," I heard a deep voice state calmly behind me.

Surprised, I shifted my gaze to the owner voice and saw a tall figure settling on the stool next to me. He flashed a quick breathtaking smile at me, revealing the silver braces he had on his shiny white teeth.

His sharp manly features was complimented with thick brows, dark orbs that sparkled under the multi-colored clubroom as his lips formed a thin line, few wild strands of his silky curly hair ran down his face, making him look like a seductive warlord.

I tore my gaze away, my eyes still lifeless as the bartender slid another shot across the counter and I didn't wait a second to down them one after the other.

My vision turned blurry, and my head spun due to the side effect of the vodka I drank to numb the feeling of heartache In my chest, but it doesn't seem like it was working cause the intimate scene between Alexander and Chloe kept playing fresh in my memory.

'Cant i just forget those betrayers?' I thought, tugging tightly at my hair.

It was even obvious that Alexander didn't give a damn if I walked out of his life and the consistent remembrance of the truth hurt me deeper than ever, the realization that I had been wasting my time on a man who didn't value me and only sees me as a machine that was meant to be tied up in the kitchen doing chores and nothing else other than that!

A part of me had the uprising urge to prove to Alex and everyone else who had looked down on me wrong, to make them see and know that I was worth much more than they thought.

'I promise you, Alexander Cage, you will come begging on your knees for forgiveness but I swear to God, Alexander, I will never forget what you did. I will never forgive you!'

I vowed in my heart as tears unconsciously rolled down my cheek. I was prepared to take out my makeup wipes to wipe the tears off when I felt a finger lightly graze across my cheek, making my breath seize.

I slowly looked to the side and the stranger had his gaze fixed on my salty tear drop on his finger.

I didn't know why he did that, nor did I have the strength to start up a conversation, so I ignored him, returning my focus to the bartender and yelled in a drunken voice as I banged the counter excitedly, "Bring in more shots, Mr. Make that snappy!"

"No more shots." The stranger's words caught me off guard, and I whipped my head to him, giving him a confused look.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Why are you bent on drowning your tears in liquor all because of a man who isn't worthy of you?" He asked, flicking the teardrop away from his finger. "This isn't the right way to control your emotions, and you know that."

"You don't tell me what to do. It's my choice to get drunk and I'm not trying to run away from reality," I scoffed at him, turning my gaze away.

"When did I make mention of you running away from reality?" He asked with a smug face, I palmed my face in embarrassment as the realization hit me that I had unknowingly poured out my reason for getting drunk.

I was indeed trying to escape the reality of things, to stop the pain I feeling and to forget everything, even if it was going to be for one night, especially when I was fully aware that getting drunk wasn't the best way to handle my feelings but I still did it.

"I go by Theo Hudson, but you can call me Theo for short," He said with an outstretched hand, which I gave a glance, then turned my gaze away to the bartender because I was in no mood to hold a conversation.

"Where's the shot I asked from you?!" I demanded, slamming my palm on the counter, but the bartender didn't give as much of a reaction as I expected.

" 'No more shots' says my boss. So, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you that," He apologized, then turned away to attend to other customers.

I shot Theo a hard glare, to which he chuckled while sliding a white document across the counter.

"You know drinking liquor won't help matters neither would it stop your aching heart from bleeding. You'd only bring more harm to yourself if you continue taking more shots of vodka." He warned in a concerned tone then paused before locking his gaze with mine.

"But if you agree to sign these documents and be married to me for three years only, then I promise to treat you better than he has ever treated you," He offered with a sincere look in his eyes, but it sounded like a big joke to my ears as I laughed it off.

"You know what I think of you men?" I asked as I struggled to hold in my laugh. "You men are all the same. They promised you heaven and earth but ended up doing none of the things they promised." My laughter came out more like I was in a traumatic pain.

"But what if this deal comes with a 30% share of my properties into your name once you sign the marriage papers?" He asked and I gave him an unbelievable look. Why the hell would he give me such an offer?! It sounds too good to be true.

"It's clearly stated as a clause in the documents, you can read it if you don't believe me." He suggested it but I didn't want to confirm it yet. What I wanted to know was what he would benefit from all these. I needed to know why he didn't see anyone else to choose but me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, unable to accept that this could be real. "I mean, there are lots of other girls out there who would jump at this offer but why did you choose me?" I questioned as I smiled bitterly.

"I am just a worthless housewife; I don't have any usefulness in anyone's life except being trapped in the kitchen, doing the dishes and cooking meals every day. I am sorry, Sir. I can't accept this," I rejected, sliding the documents to him.

"He made you believe that shit?" He scoffed, shaking his disappointment before he returned his gaze to my face. His voice was low and he sounded as if he knew the person I was brooding for.

"I am not sorry to say this, but just know that he is a dickhead and you will continue to be seen as someone worthless if you don't accept my offer, Princess," He slid the documents to me again, still refusing to give up and I knew deep down that he was right.

The urge to prove to them that they were wrong began growing within me again and I sighed deeply before looking up at him.

"Fine then." His eyes gleamed at my consent. "But I won't be signing these marriage papers." His lips fell open slightly and I guessed he must be wondering why.

"I can't get married to you because he has refused to divorce me for his self-fish reasons. I can only pretend to be your wife before the eyes of everyone, but you must keep in mind that we are not legally married, and I am doing this because of the clause stated in the documents." My voice was stern and he nodded slightly, wearing a reassuring smile.

"Good. You'd need to make another contract that doesn't include getting married to you and only has the clause in it." I added.

"Sure, that's still fair enough," He chuckled, stretching forth his hand for a handshake. "So is this a deal? Mrs Theo Hudson" He asked and I accepted his hand with a dramatic eye roll.

"Deal."