Sorry Ex, you're late. I am now married to your Worst Enemy

Lisa's POV

"Yes. This is Lisa Carter." I said as soon as the person on the other end picked up. "I would like to make a reservation for two tomorrow in one of your couple's booths."

"All right, ma. We will get it ready as soon as possible." said the woman "Please hang on."

I heard the rattle of the computer keys in the background and kept my fingers crossed. I want my anniversary to be so perfect. I don't want any disappointment.

The restaurant I called was a fancy and exclusive one. It was usually booked weeks in advance.

I breathed a sigh of relief when she said, "We have a spot for you."

I told her the time when my husband, Alex and I would be arriving and went through all the details sent to me. The woman promised to give me the VIP treatment when I told her that I and my husband were coming to celebrate our second wedding anniversary.

I began humming a tone as soon as I hung up. I stood up from the computer and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror.

There was an exciting flush on my cheeks as my eyes sparkled. I look like a schoolgirl who just had a date to prom. I only felt better. It has been two years of being married to Alex. Two years of love and perfection.

I got my laptop and went through the internet. After about an hour, I finally found a perfect gift for him online. It was a Patek watch worth $20,000. I ordered immediately and paid for it. I told them the exact time I wanted it delivered.

I wasn't bothered about the price because I knew that Alex got me stuff worth more than that. He even gives me a weekly allowance.

I know he will be so surprised to see me today. I have been away for a while just because of work.

I quickly packed all the stuff I got for him. I have missed him so much.

It was a long drive. When I got home I saw his car packed outside. I was not so happy because I wanted to be the first to get home.

As I got inside, I inhaled that familiar scent I got when Alex was with me. He smells just like mint mixed with aftershave. It had only been two weeks but it felt like forever. I miss him so much. I got into his living room; I saw a lot of things scattered on the floor, including his clothes and some women's clothing. I picked them up, and I thought, "That's weird. These aren't my clothes."

I racked my head and thought of the most reasonable explanation for why the woman's clothes were lying on the floor. I shook off the thoughts. I didn't want to spoil my mood this evening, so I picked them up, folded them neatly, and took them up to his room. "Maybe his sister came over," I muttered under my breath, trying to convince him.

On reaching his room, I heard weird noises. The door wasn't closed completely, so I could hear what was going on in his room. The problem was that I couldn't tell what was going on in his room. 'Maybe he was watching porn.' I thought about it, but I still wasn't convinced, so I decided to take a peek to see what he was doing. I dropped the neatly folded clothes I was holding by the door and carefully moved to the side of the door that was still open so he wouldn't hear me.

As I slowly took a peek, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was dumbfounded, and I swallowed hard. Alex was having sex with another woman; my feet were glued to the ground, and I couldn't move or speak. I just watched. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. They were both completely naked; the girl lay on the bed, wrapped one of her legs around him, while the other one was on his shoulder. Alex, on the other hand, was standing by the side of the bed, thrusting deep into her.

"Fuck babe," he said. 'Wait he is calling her babe?' "You know how to make a man feel good, not like that bitch I call a wife," he said, lowering his head to kiss her.

What was he saying? Does it mean that I never made him feel good? Was I the one he just called a bitch?

"No sweetie, it's all you. You always know how to hit the right spot," that voice... I know that voice.

"You mean like this," he said, thrusting deeper into her.

"Oh fuck, yes babe. You are so good, do it again." I couldn't see his face, but I could tell that he was smiling as he kept thrusting deeper, and they kept making erotic noises that filled the room. That girl's voice was so familiar that I could have sworn that I had heard it before. It wasn't loud enough, I wanted to hear it well so I could tell.

"Alex, please..." she begged. Is that who I think it is? It can't be.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me harder," she moaned.

"Your wish Is my command, my princess." My princess! This is so disgusting. But that was what he used to call me. Has he been cheating on me all this while?.... I wanted to find out, so I called with my phone to see his reaction. I wanted to see if he was going to pick. So it started ringing.

"Who is it?" She sounded irritated.

Alex looked at his phone and rolled his eyes. Did he just roll his eyes? But he sounded so nice when he talked to me in Pennsylvania. Was he always pretending?

"It is those goody-two-shoes," he sighed.

"That bitch." so she even knows me.

"Come on baby, that's not a good way to talk about your best friend." He slowed down.

When I heard her voice, I didn't want to believe but when she turned, I now found out that she was the one.

"Says the guy who is having sex with his wife's best friend for the seventeenth time." The seventeenth time. Did I hear things well, or was this a dream?

"So you are counting," he said, touching his lips."

"I was... until I lost track each time you cum so hard ; youI forgot the number." She said, wrapping her hand around him.

"You are a bad girl," he pinned her hands above her head.

"You were the one who tempted me. You stripped right in front of me. How do you expect me to leave your ass begging to be f*cked by me? I love the way you treat me, not like my useless wife who doesn't know anything. I don't love her at all. I love you."

"I love you too, Alex. Let's just forget about that b*tch and just make me cum." she pleaded.

"Fuck... Alex, don't stop now, I am about to cum." She moaned as Alex squeezed her boobs.

"Fuck."

Watching this was torture to me. I couldn't stand it anymore.

Lisa's POV

I felt my whole world come crashing down, wishing that the ground would open and swallow me.

I didn't want to inform them of my presence, I just wanted to run away forever, very far from him.

No matter how I tried to leave, I couldn't. I felt I was being forced to speak.

"A-Al-Alex," no matter how I tried so hard to control myself. I heard my broken voice come out of my trembling lips. This was honestly too much for me to bear.

"Huh!" As soon as he heard my low voice, his eyes flashed open, he immediately pushed her aside. She tried to put on her clothes.

"Lisa, what are you doing here?"

I didn't want to cry out in front of him, but seeing my best friend Lucy made it stream down my face. So this is it.

But why?

What did I do to deserve all this?

He knew quite well that she was my friend and he still did it.

I caught him with my friend and he is asking me what I'm doing here.

The betrayal hit hard.

"Alex why?"

"What did I do exactly? Did I ever wrong you? Why her? Why? Today is our anniversary and this is what I get."

"Lisa, you didn't tell me you were coming today?"

I turned to Lucy who regarded me with contempt. She wasn't remorseful; she constantly flicked her long, perfectly styled hair. Talk about rudeness. And in my room and bed. I gaped.

"Alex tell her now so that she can take her leave," she said with a smile.

I couldn't believe my eyes, she still had the guts to speak after all this.

"Alex, so this is it right?"

Alex let out a short bitter laugh.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you before now. There isn't any anniversary." while I stood there in stunned silence, he bent and pulled out a sheaf of paper from his drawer and threw it on my face. "Take a look."

Slowly, I bent, and I picked it up. A glance was enough to tell me that it was a divorce paper and he had already signed them. I felt a tear in my heart. My breath was hot, and the room was spinning.

"Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong? After what you have done. So you already had a plan to divorce me."

"Yes! We have been married for two years and we have no kids. You can't even boast of having a miscarriage at least. Who is going to inherit the wealth after I am gone? Huh?"

"Alex is that the reason why you.."

He made an impatient gesture. "Yes, besides Lucy." His eyes lit up when he said her name. "Lucy is carrying my child as we speak."

I stared at Lucy who was still flicking her hair. At some point, I thought it was a dream, I slapped myself so hard to see if it was real.

I felt a stab in my heart when I realized this was all true. The shock made me stagger back a step.

Alex raised his brow, "Lisa, we are done! Let's look at it this way. Lucy is better suited to bear my kids. She is a fast-rising fashion designer from a respectable, wealthy background. You are nobody, you have no talent, no charisma, no personality, you are not even romantic. nothing. Now look at Lucy, you will see a woman with looks and the poise to carry on the Carter name and enjoy my wealth."

Though Alex had hurt me, I still loved him so much, I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. I divested myself of my last shred of pride and fell on the ground. I put my hands together in a gesture of entreaty.

"Alex, please I have forgiven you. You can't just let our two-year relationship go like that. We can still sort things out. I know she is not pregnant. You are just saying it. She must have lured you into doing this. I can still be pregnant. I am hopeful. We will surely make so many children. I promise!"

"Two years is more than enough." he retorted hotly." "Just sign the divorce, paper and get out of my life." he smiled, "Or do you want to see us fuck each other? You can see and learn how to fuck your next hushad if there will be any."

I heard her laugh at me and turned once more to her.

"You are really a backstabber. What did I do to you? I took you as my best friend. I was there when you needed me the most and this is what I can get from you Lucy."

Lucy let out a laugh again and shrugged, "No hard feelings my friend, I just gave Alex what you couldn't give him for two years now. Giving him a child. Besides, he never loved you."

"Lucy.." I began.

"Alright, alright. That's enough. Lucy is correct. I never loved you." Alex interjected. "Lisa, pack your belongings and leave this house."

"Alex, please stop."

"Or should I help you? I was wanting to do this all this while. I am so happy that you found out yourself."

I fell on the ground sobbing. He came back, pointed at me and thundered, "Get out."

"Alex, listen to me." He grabbed me by the hand, cutting me short. Please don't do this to us. Do you want us to end it like that?"

"There is no us here! Are you still here?" He barked as he held my hands and dragged me downstairs. He brought my belongings, he added the divorce paper and wheeled them outside. He dragged me outside the gate and gave me a shove that had me stumbling and I fell to the ground, brushing my elbow and knee."

"Get out and don't ever come back to this house bitch," he yelled, and then shut the gate on my face.

Lisa's POV

I didn't know how long I had sat and cried in front of the massive gate of what used to be my home.

I tried to get Alex's attention by banging the gate so many times, but he wouldn't come out.

"Alex please, I would do everything to give you children. Don't do this to me. Please don't leave me."

But all I could get from him was silence.

I could hear him and Lucy laughing inside, and my heart churned with the thought of them eating on my dining table.

After an unknown length of time, I got on my feet and walked for a few paces before I realized that I had forgotten all my belongings contained in the suitcase. I went back for them and wheeled them as I walked. I walked for an hour before I realized that I had no destination.

One moment I was planning a romantic anniversary dinner. Next moment, I was thrown out of my own home.

I had never experienced such betrayal.

"I hate you, Alex Carter!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, exhausting the last of my strength.

Some passer-by shot curious glances at me when they heard me scream, they whispered to themselves and hurried on. They probably thought I was crazy. I really was crazy at that moment. The hem of my gown was dirty. I must have stepped in a puddle. Tears continuously ran down my cheeks without stopping.

I wondered idly where I would spend the night and realized that I hadn't wanted to wake up if I ever slept.

I looked around and caught a sight of a pharmacy across the street. I ought to have had some money in my bag. If Alex hadn't packed them, it would be easy to go to the pharmacy to wrangle some pills from the pharmacist and then another pharmacy till I have enough pills to overdose on. Then I could lie down somewhere, look up at the sky and wait for sleep so that I would never wake up.

I felt someone hit me from behind, jolting me from my thoughts.

"Watch where you are going," a man said irritably as he walked past me. "You don't want to get robbed here."

I kept on moving knowing that I hadn't had the power to end things yet. My aimless wandering took me to a bar miles away from my former home. The bar was what I needed.

A stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung in the air. The music was cranked to the maximum as though trying to burst the patrons eardrums.

Men were swaying to the beat on the dance floor while I sat in the corner of guzzling glass after glass of the strongest liquor. At the moment, my emotions were on the brink of snapping.

My mind flooded with images of Lucy in bed with my husband and even the divorce paper that was thrown on my face. I hit my head as I remembered how I knelt down begging him after everything he had done.

As my emotions were a chaotic mess, I threw my head back and guzzled the hard liquor. The burning sensation in my throat had tears pouring down my face, but my chest remained tight.

Out of the blue, my gaze snagged on a man some distance away.

The man was wearing a black suit drinking alone at the bar with a grim expression on his face.

I recognized him; he was Alex's immediate superior and the person he envied the most, Micheal Smith.

Alex once brought me to his company's party and Micheal gave a speech, so I remembered him. He always envied him whenever he spoke. I wondered why.

However, I didn't understand why such a person would visit such a place. Hmm! Does a successful man like him, among the elite rank, patronize the bar to pass the time as well? This is surprising.

In the next moment, a thought suddenly flashed across my mind. Since you betrayed me, Alex Carter, I'm going to do the same to you! I hated him so much.

Snagging my wine glass, I staggered to my feet and tottered forward in a stupor.

When I was about to reach Micheal, I tripped and stumbled into his arms.

He was a very young man who appeared to be in his thirties.

The collar of his white shirts was gaping slightly, and the cuffs were rolled up to mid-arm, revealing his tanned sleeves.

The bridge of his nose was high and he had alluring lips. His eyes were profound and deep-set though they were impassive.

Michael eyed me coldly with abhorrence etched on his face before he pushed me away.

"Spend the night with me," I murmured placidly as I stared at his handsome face, my gaze glassy. "What?"

It was apparent from the way Michael's eyes widened that he hadn't expected me to be straightforward.

"I said fuck me tonight, or do you not understand my words?" I whispered an inch from his lips, hooking my arms around his neck.

Having imbibed, I was emboldened with liquid courage. Usually I would never have said such a thing, but there was nothing holding me back after experiencing such a trauma earlier.

"Are women nowadays so brazen? Are you that desperate to be fucked?"

He must have thought that I was the kind of slut who often seduces men in the bars, but I didn't care.

"Why? No guts to do it? Or are you not capable?"

I snickered insouciantly, shifting my gaze to his crotch. My voice was tinged with a hint of mockery. No man in the world would have been able to stand such an insult of others thinking that he's sexually inadequate, especially women. And I thought he was no exception either. Sure enough, his expression changed as soon as my words fell. The looks in his eyes turned all the more frosty.

"I hope you don't regret it!"