HER REVENGE, HIS RUIN: A scorned woman's wrath

Charles Thompson was convinced his wife was out to ruin him!

Charles met his wife, Eleanor, in Dallas right after she graduated from law school. She was everything a man like him could desire, beautiful and graceful.

From the moment he saw her, he knew he wanted her in his life and he was ready to do all it takes.

He proposed to her not long after, but there was one issue that doesn't sit right with him.

Eleanor's aspirations as a lawyer didn't sit well with him.

"I strongly believe in traditional roles. A wife's place is at home," Charles had explained to Elena. "The man provides; the woman nurtures."

As a billionaire physician, the CEO of VossBio hospital and Pharmaceuticals, a leading pharmaceutical company in the country.

Providing could never be a struggle for him or his generations to come.

Not to talk of him being the heir of the prestigious billionaire Thompson family

However, Eleanor was the eldest of two daughters and came from a struggling family with no sons.

Her parents sold their small property to send her to college.

During their courtship, Charles had assured her he'd support not only her but also her family. He even promised to pay for her younger sister Margaret's college education.

Her parents won't have to take loans to send Margaret to school anymore. His only condition was that Eleanor should give up her career and accept a traditional role of being a billionaire's housewife.

Eleanor, who was deeply in love with Charles and, against her better judgment, agreed.

She walked down the aisle blinded by love and affection, convinced she'd found her happily-ever-after.

For the first few months, everything was perfect...almost.

Eleanor was the picture of a devoted wife, and Charles, well, by his own standards, tried to be a good husband.

But Loyalty?

That was never part of his plan.

He'd told himself it wasn't his fault-it was just how men like him were wired. Biologically men are not meant to be monogamous.

Therefore mentally justifying his infidelities.

A year into their marriage, Eleanor became pregnant.

Charles wasn't ready for children, so he pressured her to terminate the pregnancy.

Eleanor was heartbroken and devastated , she had always wanted to be a mother as soon as possible but she eventually gave in.

To honor her husband's request.

When it happened a second and third time and Charles kept suggesting abortions, the strain on her body became irreparable.

By the fourth termination, Eleanor lost her ability to conceive.

Charles consoled her with promises of advanced medical solutions and told her they'd figure it out.

But deep inside, he felt no guilt.

She was his wife; it was her role to obey him.

Then came the affair just a week after the loss of Eleanor's ability to conceive.

She found him in bed with another woman.

A younger woman whom Eleanor recognized as a neighbor in their estate.

To Charles' shock, Eleanor didn't scream,cry of betrayal and hurt regarding her medical condition nor demand a divorce like most women of today would.

She didn't even put up a fight.

Instead, she calmly packed an overnight bag and stayed at a friend's house.

When she returned the next day, she went to Charles and simply informed him that as long as he takes care of her family and remains the provider, she'll stay.

Men will be men, after all.

This woman was a law graduate, even an attorney by qualification.

So of course her words shocked Charles to the bones.

In Fact he was stunned!

"Eleanor, a learned woman, yet she understands her place as a woman? She's rare," he thought. "In this era, who finds a woman like that,I am damn lucky!"

He knew he made the right choice by selecting his victim and marrying who he sees as a rare gem.

Eleanor wasn't going anywhere.

Charles ofcourse showered her family with gifts but never apologized for his promiscuous behavior.

To him he did nothing wrong.

Unknown to him, Eleanor had other plans.

Three years passed.

They remained childless, and Eleanor's younger sister Margaret moved in with them after graduating high school.

Margaret was the spitting image of Eleanor but many years younger, fairer, and more radiant.

Charles had a weakness for young girls and couldn't resist her.

It wasn't long before he started noticing Margaret in ways other than just his wife's younger sister. He charmed her with gifts and sweet words, and eventually, the young girl eventually gave in.

He found out that Margaret was a virgin, which only deepened his thrill and desire for her innocence.

He had become the first man in both sisters' lives.

It was a double-win for him!

The affair continued in secret until one day, Margaret called Charles, saying she was pregnant and insisted they tell Eleanor about it.

Charles strongly refused.

He threatened her instead, warning her to get rid of it and never breathe a word of it to her sister.

However, Margaret replied to him with cold words.

"You deceived me, but I'll never forgive myself for betraying my sister."

Then she hung up.

Charles was angry that she chose to disobey him. As a medical doctor, he had the right pills for an easy termination, but she was stubborn.

However, those words of hers made him a bit uncomfortable.

He knew something was going to happen.

So he decided to rush home, fearing that Margaret might reveal everything to her sister, Eleanor.

When Charles got home that day, he found his wife, Eleanor, sitting by Margaret's lifeless body.

The police were present too.

They informed Charles that they found a bottle of pills and a suicide note on the table.

Margaret had taken her own life.

Charles pretended to know nothing, but the note incriminated him.

"Your husband is the father of my child," it read.

He instantly denied everything, and to his biggest shock and disbelief, Eleanor defended him.

It was a shock because she chose to believe him rather than her own previous sister, knowing there's a possibility that his perverted mind could think of sleeping with the young girl.

Moreover, he is a man who has no control over his sexual urges.

Yet she chose to believe him? Why?

"There's no evidence my husband did anything wrong," Eleanor told the police. "If my sister died, it was by her own hand. My husband is completely innocent."

Charles couldn't deny the fact that he had a mixed feeling about this, he felt like he should be happy for her defense, but not when she said that with a small grin on her face and no single tears in her eyes.

He knew something's not right.

Charles knows his wife well enough, she could have a mental breakdown from an emotional movie and cry herself to death.

Now, that's her beloved sister lying there, in the cold hands of death.

Why isn't she crying? Why is she smiling instead?

Should he be worried?

The room felt unbearably cold, though the Texas heat outside was relentless.

I paced the living room, my footsteps echoing in the silence between the officer's questions.

My heart pounded harder with every second, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral.

Panicking would only make me look guilty.

The officer stood by the coffee table, flipping through a small notebook calmly.

Eleanor sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her face pale but with no expression.

I hated that she was so calm about the situation. Could it be that she was still in shock?

In the next room, Margaret's lifeless body lay on the bed, a haunting presence just out of sight.

"Mr. Thompson," the officer began, "your wife's sister left a note before she passed. It's brief, but it's significant. It says, and I quote, 'Your husband is the father of my child.' We have reasons to believe there may be more to this."

I stopped pacing.

My throat tightened, but I forced a scoff.

"What? That's absurd," I snapped sharply. "She was like family to me, a younger sister of my wife. Why would she even write something like that?"

The officer raised an eyebrow, his pen poised over the notebook.

"That's exactly what we're here to figure out, sir. Were you having any sort of... inappropriate relationship with Miss Margaret, sir?"

My blood boiled, not just with fear but with indignation.

"Listen, officer," I snapped, "I'm a family man! I treated Margaret like my own sister. These accusations are insulting. She's a teenager! A younger sister of my wife. What do you take me for? This is ridiculous!"

"No one is accusing you of anything yet, Mr. Thompson. But we can't ignore the note. It explicitly points to you," the officer replied.

Before I could say another word, Eleanor cleared her throat softly, drawing both our attention.

"Officer," she said, "with all due respect, I don't believe my husband would ever do such a thing. I trust him."

She looked up towards us and smiled.

Her words should have been a relief, but instead, they made my stomach churn. She was defending me against her own sister, even knowing my promiscuous lifestyle.

Is she acting?

The officer and I exchanged surprised glances. I'm sure her dry smile made him uncomfortable too.

Then he shifted his focus to Eleanor.

"Mrs. Thompson, this is a very serious matter. I understand wanting to protect your husband, but the note-"

Eleanor cut him off, her voice bold, not even a tremble noticed.

"I know my husband. He's not perfect, but he wouldn't harm Margaret, and he certainly wouldn't..." (pauses) "...do anything to hurt her. Like he said, she is only a teenager and like a younger sister to him. She must have been confused. Teenagers can be like that sometimes."

"Confused? Ma'am, it's difficult to dismiss that as confusion."

Eleanor nodded her head.

"Yes, I understand, but I know my husband well. He's not perfect, but he wouldn't harm Margaret, and he certainly wouldn't..." She paused abruptly and smiled again. "There must be a misunderstanding somewhere."

The officer raised a brow and didn't seem convinced.

"Respectfully, ma'am, that's hard to ignore. The deceased explicitly pointed to your husband. Are you absolutely certain there's no possibility of... tension between them?"

I was triggered by the nosy officer.

"Are you even listening to her? My wife is standing by me! Doesn't that mean anything? She knows I can never harm her sister, and what is your evidence? A note from the deceased which can be forged?"

"I was talking to your wife, sir. I want to hear from her. Mr. Thompson, you are a little too tense since you claimed to be innocent."

I clenched my fist in anger.

Damn this officer!

How dare he disrespect me like some random average American citizen.

"Do you know who you're speaking to? I could buy your entire precinct with the flick of a finger. Think carefully next time you speak to me,young man."

I reached up and ran my fingers across his badge.

"Officer John Harris, rank of patrolman."

I paused, looking at the badge with a mocking smirk.

"A patrolman. How quaint. Do you know I can have you reassigned, discredited, or removed with a single call. The people you answer to-your superiors-answer to me. Do you understand that?"

The officer said nothing and didn't even flinch.

A brave brat, I see.

He turned to Eleanor.

"What do you say, ma'am?"

Eleanor hesitated.

"My sister Margaret was a quiet girl," she said softly.

"And I know she adored Charles. She respected him. I am sure nothing happened between them; someone else must have pressured her to write this. Charles has nothing to do with this. I am sure."

I resisted the urge to sigh with relief.

The officer frowned, tapping his pen against the notebook.

"Alright. For now, we'll classify this as a suicide, but the note does raise questions. Mr. Thompson, I'd advise you not to leave town. We may need to ask you more questions in the coming days."

I spread my hands, feigning exasperation.

"How fantastic. While you waste time chasing baseless accusations, my family is grieving."

The officer closed his notebook with a snap.

"If it's baseless, Mr. Thompson, you've got nothing to worry about, sir."

Eleanor stood up.

"Officer, I appreciate your work, but please, my sister Margaret is gone, and this is my family. Let us grieve in peace."

The police officer nodded reluctantly.

"We'll be in touch. My condolences for your loss, Mrs. Thompson. If anything else comes to light, don't hesitate to call. We will take the body to run some tests to make sure it's suicide."

"Thank you, Officer," Eleanor replied again and smiled dryly.

When the officers finally left with Margaret's body in the ambulance, I sighed sharply.

"That bald brat doesn't know who he is dealing with. I will have to speak with his police chief."

I muttered bitterly, then turned to Eleanor, trying to gauge her mood.

"You handled that well," I said cautiously.

She looked up at me with a faint smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Of course, darling. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

"You don't believe that note, do you? I never had an affair with your sister. I mean I may be that man but come on she is your sister. You know I can't do that to you, right?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, "You trust me."

I stared searchingly into her eyes.

Her smile widened, but her eyes stayed cold.

"Of Course, honey, I trust you, but for now, let's focus on honoring my sister's memory, shall we?" she said sweetly.

I rubbed my neck.

"Oh... yeah... of course."

I replied tightly, although I felt my stomach hurt from fear.

There's something about her calmness that made me very uncomfortable.

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At the hospital the next day. I had to retire to my private room. Which is different from my office. I don't accept patients or nurses there.

Just my place of rest.

The room was quiet, except for the soft clink of ice against glass as I swirled the whiskey in my hand.

The burn had dulled after the first few sips, but I kept drinking, hoping it would take the edge off my thoughts. It didn't.

My mind kept circling back to that cold look in Eleanor's eyes and the smile on her lips when she defended me.

I can't even tell if she was aware of the relationship between her sister and I.

Or she was just being a good wife by standing by me and still clueless.

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling heavily as I drained the glass and set it down.

Surprisingly a soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. Before I could ask who the person was, the door creaked open, and when I looked up, I saw her.

Aurora.

She was one of the fresh graduate nurses in my hospital, young ,undeniably beautiful and with a very nice pair of tits in front of her .

Her honey-blonde hair was always neatly pulled back, and her green eyes, had this enchanting beauty.

Unlike the others, Aurora is one of the nurses I had never planned on having an affair with.

She's new and young, having such, can cause trouble. Although I have jerked off many times fantasizing her young body.

"Dr. Thompson," she said softly, closing the door behind her. "I couldn't help but notice-you've been in here for hours. So I decided to check on you".

Her eyes flicked to the nearly empty whiskey glass.

"That's a lot of drinks".

I smirked but didn't bother hiding the glass.

"Observant as always, Aurora. Shouldn't you be heading home? It's late."

She tilted her head, leaning slightly against the edge of my desk. Her lips quirked into a small smile.

"I could say the same to you, Doc. You don't usually sit in your private room drinking alone after hours. Something's bothering you."

Aurora had always been perceptive. Annoyingly so, at times.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"You could say that."

"I can make a good company, you know. I am a good listener".

"You are too young to understand."

"I am an adult,Doc. I understand a man's needs too".

Men needs? What is she thinking?

Before I could reply. She pulled off her scrub, exposing her pale D cup size tits in a rosy lace bra, strawberry nipples pointing erect.

I swallowed tightly and my cock pulsed instantly.

"So, what do you think?"

She winked.

"Aurora..." I started, unsure of what I was even trying to say.

That I am a man with lots of issues at the moment?

Margaret is lying there at the Morgue, but this kitten is too beautiful to be ignored. I could feel my cock twitch tightly in my pants.

She frowned seeing that I was hesitating.

"Don't act like you've not been fucking all the nurses in this hospital, I am a woman too. I want to experience what they have."

What a slut.

So the nurses told her about their experiences in my private room. Those fools want to be fired!

She pulled off her bra making her tits bounce for freedom, totally nude from waist up.

I smirked at that.

"Trying to distract me in this hard times? Walked in here without a permit. You must be punished little girl".

"Oh, no, please! Please, don't do that."

She snapped, playing along.

I stood up and moved close to her.

"I can't help it, you deserved to be punished, little kitten."

My hands snaked up to lightly brush the sides of her breasts and she groaned.

"Oh, no, sir. No, please, I don't want that. I'm sorry. Oh!"

She whimpered when my palms stroked over her tits blatantly.

I smirked.

"Maybe I can be persuaded to change my mind, if you take a different punishment and then show me your gratitude for this alternative."

She smiled back.

"Well,that's kind of you, sir. What... um, what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing too terrible. Just something a little more private. Bend over my desk."

I replied and unzipped my pants.

My shaft was hard and throbbing.

She smiled at the sight.

Swinging her hips, she peeled off her pants off her feet and then bent forward over my desk.

I realized that her round ass was soft and bigger than most of the nurses I had in this position.

I tugged her g-string up so that it pulled against her pussy.

"Oh, yes! this is what I want!"

She cried.

I released the fabric and slapped my palm against her ass, a harsh strike that made her eyes go wide.

"Quiet. You don't want us caught, do you?"

She shook her head.

"No, sir. No, I don't want us caught. Besides, no one comes to this office except they are family or had an important appointment with you."

She replied.

"Yet, here you are, without an appointment and now you are getting punished. Be a good girl and take your punishment quietly."

I instructed.

She shouted as I tugged on her g-string again, then squealed when I shoved it to the side and thrust two fingers inside of her.

She was soaked like a horny slut.

"Oh my fucking pussy!"

She moaned.

Suddenly my phone rang, I glanced at the desk it was my wife, Eleanor.

My heart skipped, could it be trouble at home? Did the police come back? But I can't let it ruin this moment.

I am already as hard as rock.

I just had to ignore her calls like I have always done in the past. No need to be afraid, be a man and quit worrying.

Besides there's no evidence against me, except from that silly note and she...well she defended me back then.

"Doc? Sir?"

Aurora interrupted my thoughts.

I stared down at her and she had spread her legs wide, whimpering and craving to be used.

The phone rang again but I ignored it.

I lifted one of her legs so that she was braced up on the desk and the toes of her other foot just barely reached the ground.

Then I stroked against her pussy with the head of my cock pressing to her entrance.

I can already feel how sweet this kitten is going to be. Reminds me of that silly sister in law of mine.

The phone rang again.

To hell with that woman! I need to enjoy this moment.

I spread her open with my fingers and had my cock lubricated with her juices.

I prepared to go in.

A feral growl escaped from my lips when I pressed inside of her and spread her legs spread wider, impossibly, submissively wide.

"There we are. Good girl. Just relax and take it."

I grunted, thrusting forcefully.

"You are huge sir...oh my!"

She squealed.

"Such a tight fit you are,Kitten."

"Oh, god! Oh yes, sir, yes..."

Just then I heard footsteps from the outside, more like heels clicking, approaching. Nurses were flats. That must be her!

My heart was pulsating as hard as my cock, before I could register what was happening.

Then the door handle moved.

"Fuck!"

I cursed.

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