The night that ruined me

Jane's Pov

A wave of headache hit me as I tried to remember what happened the previous day. I yawned and stretched my sore body on the bed. The memory of the previous day rushed to my head, and it made me smile brightly.

'Can't believe that I have finally consummated my marriage after three years' I palmed my face as I thought to myself shyly.

The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, and then my phone dinged! I saw a call coming in from my husband. I smiled heartily. "Why is he calling me from the bathroom?" I asked.

I heard that sex is one of the things that strengthen relationships. Maybe he can't think less of me to the extent that he is calling me in the bathroom.

Should I go and meet him there, or should I pick up this call?

'Let me pick up the call; he might need something in the bathroom,' I suggested.

"Jane, where have you been since yesterday night? How dare you leave the spot I asked you to stay in, and aren't you supposed to be at home by now?" He snapped angrily on the phone.

I didn't understand what was going on. I checked my phone screen, and I saw more than 50 missed calls on my phone.

I looked around the room, and I saw unfamiliar clothes. Tears began to fall from my eyes when I realised the person in the bathroom was a stranger. What did I do? How did I get to his room?

I quickly put on my clothes and left before the other man came back from the bathroom. He mustn't see me either.

The sore between my legs didn't allow me to walk properly, and my heart shattered, at my body being given to a stranger on my third wedding anniversary night.

I haven't had sex since I got married. My husband Alaric had Peyronie's disease, and we have been undergoing several treatments. I wasn't bothered because I had never had sex before. A common kiss we never had, except when I forced him to peck me. He said kissing would arouse his sexual desire and that would cause him pain internally. That was why we lived like brothers and sisters for 3 years instead of a couple.

Two days before our wedding anniversary, he told me he had been feeling better and that we would do it on our third wedding anniversary night. I was dancing in my stomach when I heard this. I was so glad that I would be a woman. My heart sank when I recalled what my friend used to say about the first time: the pain instead of enjoyment. I started researching how to make it memorable for me and my husband. I didn't think he had done it before either, so I didn't want him to feel any pain whatsoever.

I prepared myself physically, mentally and emotionally for him.

All I could remember was getting to the hotel. We did sit at the bar and order a lot of food along with drinks. I woke up this morning to my husband's call on the phone, he was furious.

I boarded a cab and went home. My husband's eyes shot daggers at me as I was walking inside.

He hissed and walked briskly to the bar to get a drink. He poured a drink into a cup and sipped. How was it?" He asked with a cup of wine in his mouth.

He faced me but was not looking at me; he avoided our gaze to meet.

"Painful or pleasurable? Shameless!" He spat

"You know the right thing to do: get the divorce documents ready, call the two families together, confess your sins, and move out," he said, walking away.

I kneeled down and swiftly grabbed his hand. I didn't allow him to go; my body was trembling as I held him.

Alaric has never gotten angry like this for the past three years we have been together. My lips quiver as words are stuck in my throat, tears and mucus have mixed on my face, and it begins to fall, forming thick saliva on the floor.

He shook his hand violently, and I fell to the floor, heading my head slightly. I stood up instantly, begging him to forgive me.

"Please don't do this to me. I had no idea that it wasn't you. I don't know how it happened. You were there when my father said I must not come back home, I said, kneeling and pulling his clothes lightly.

"Is that why you want me to accept a whore as a wife? Go to hell if you have nowhere to go," he spat.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart as he called me a whore. Tears streamed down my eyes, my chest tightening with anguish as his words pierced my heart like shards of glass.

The singular noun he gave me crushed my spirit, leaving me feeling utterly betrayed and shattered. Alaric failed me, and I didn't want to blame him for it. He took me to the hotel; how did I end up with a stranger with him beside me?

"You know I have been keeping my body for you; I was anticipating the day you would make me a woman and be the first and last man that would ever lay on me. I don't know how I ended up with a stranger; I could not remember what happened yesterday or how I ended up alone. How did you get home and abandon me there?" I asked

Smack!

My cheek stung with fiery pain as Alaric landed a smack on my face. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart shattered. I should be in his arms, caressing my body for a pleasurable night, not this pain and agony I was experiencing.

"How dare you ask me such a silly question? You should have asked the idiot you spent a night with how you ended up with him," he yelled.

"I will be going out to obtain divorce papers in your name, sign them, and get the hell out of my life. Your tyrant father will know you are the reason for divorce and I will be compensated." He said, pushing me away, causing me to hit my head on the wall.

I mustered courage and retorted, "I will not sign any divorce papers, I won't leave you, we are meant to live together for life," I yelled

"I will make your life a living hell. You will regret ever coming to this world." He said, leaving me sprawling on the floor.

Jane's POV

I needed a lot of explanations from Alaric on how we departed from the hotel, but he hadn't given me attention since the incident. He didn't give me a chance to ask him any questions; his attitude was colder than before; all he wanted was for me should leave, but I wouldn't leave him. He hardly came home. I had never missed taking his food to the office.

For the past three years, I have been married, I have never been to any other places than the market and my husband's office. I dropped food for him every day; he hardly eats at home, and I didn't want him to starve because of his health.

After a deep thought, I packed the dishes I had made for him and headed to the office.

His secretary shot me with a dagger in her eyes as I entered. I wondered why she looked at me that way. Could it be that Alaric had told her about the incident? No way, he can't stoop so low to reveal my secret to her,' I muttered as I entered my husband's office.

"Hi love, I brought your lunch."

His expression became cold immediately when he saw me and called his secretary. "Janet, collect it from her and do it as usual," he commanded.

I was confused when I heard, as usual, what did it mean by that? What have they been doing to my food for the three years I have been bringing it?

Janet put the will beside the bin, but Alaric yelled at her to do it as usual.

"You don't need to hide it any longer; I told you who she is now. Do the food as usual," he yelled.

Janet took the food from the bin and went downstairs. I followed her to see what she would do to my food. To my surprise, I saw all the missing plates that I always asked Alaric to bring home after eating. The bin, rotten food, she poured the food into the bin and threw my plate away in my presence.

I screamed in horror as I saw this. My life crumbled. I couldn't believe Alaric despised me so much that he had been wasting the food I cooked for him for the past three years.

What have I done to deserve this?

As if struck by a hammer, my heart fractured into a thousand pieces, scattering pain and sorrow across my soul. I held my head and screamed like a woman who just lost her child-what I felt beyond that. My time, my energy, and my love have all been thrown in a bin every day for three years.

"Don't bark like a dog here; the boss made the wrong choice in marrying you; you are just a fool that you didn't know your man for all these years; he can never drink a cup of water you serve, not to mention food."

My body trembled, I fell on my knees, and the tears that were forming in my eyes began to fall uncontrollably. What right did his secretary have to talk to me in this manner? She was aware of everything happening in my home for the past 3 years.

"I heard what you did, and you shamelessly refused to sign the divorce paper. What is left for you? Do you think he would ever love you? Stop daydreaming; I wish you had done this earlier and gained your freedom," she sneered.

I couldn't take it any longer. I stood up from where I kneeled and acted bravely.

"Janet, What audacity do you have to put your mouth in my affairs? Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten that you are a secretary to my husband? If you don't shut your dirty mouth, you will be sacked," I yelled at her.

Janet crossed her hands on her chest and sneered, "You don't know who I am; you think I'm just a secretary to your husband? No, I'm more than that; I will give you a chance to find out for yourself," she snapped and walked away.

"No, no, no, she can't be; my husband can't cheat on me; he can't have a mistress; she wasn't capable; why would he do that even though he hadn't touched me for 3 years? Janet must be lying to spite me; she wanted me to sign the divorce paper so that she could take over my place and enjoy Alaric; now he can perform well as a man on the bed."

If being a fool would give me peace of mind, I would rather be; I failed to believe that there was something between them.

"Oh, about the food, does it mean I was a bad cook, or didn't he like my food? He should have had me, and I would have adjusted instead of throwing my effort into the bin"

I couldn't go upstairs to meet him because I was very angry at him. He did tell his secretary what happened to me; not only that, she had been throwing my food away for three years. I felt a pang in my heart when I recalled how inconvenient it was for me to drop off his food at his office. I always pour my heart into everything I do for him. What did he use to pay me? Betrayal.

I walked dejectedly out of his company to find my way home. I didn't want to take a cab because I wanted to cry my heart out, and I didn't want him to meet me home either.

I wanted him to feel my absence; probably he would feel my pain.

I stopped at a small restaurant on the roadside and ordered snacks and water. I sat there till 7 p.m. in the night, hoping Alaric would call me when he found me absent. He usually arrives home at 6 p.m., and he won't go anywhere except in his private room to relax.

I began walking home, and I got home around 10 p.m.

Everywhere was open. "Why would Alaric be this careless?" I muttered in annoyance.

I saw a female bag on the table in the dining room. I don't have this type of bag; all the bags I have are outdated, so I couldn't take them out anymore. "Did he get a bag for me to apologize?" A bright smile escaped my lips.

"Alaric must have reason to be wasting my food; he is not that bad," I muttered.

The room smelled like rotten eggs. Perhaps I should have taken care of the dishes before I went out. My sense of smell has been off these days; everything irritates me.

I walk to the bedroom, probably to shower and change my clothes.

My ears ached with a moaning sound coming from my bed. Who could have been doing this in my matrimonial bed?

They were moaning loudly and saying some dirty words.

A female voice said," Alaric, you gave it to me like this for the last two years; harder, please." she begged.

"You should have told me you like it; I'm all yours; I am made for you alone," Alaric responded.

I opened the door, and I saw Alaric on top of a lady whose face wasn't seen.

As I swung the door open, a shock seized my heart, making me freeze in place. A surge of disbelief and betrayal coursed through my veins, rendering me speechless.

My chest tightened with each breath, a silent scream trapped within. A wave of nausea churned in my stomach, threatening to consume me. My trembling hands clenched on the bag I was holding. Tears that welled up in my eyes blurred my vision.

Is this a joke? Alaric had medical issues; we were supposed to try it some months ago, but he couldn't be this perfect if he was sick.

He was drenched in sweat as he banged the lady under him.

You couldn't believe Alaric just got into the work; he was doing it perfectly.

The bag in my hand dropped on the floor as my body couldn't support its weight, and this jolted them out of their actions.

"What the fuck! What are you doing with my bag?" she yelled under Alaric.

"Baby, she has dropped the bag; can we continue?" Alaric muttered.

"Yes, baby, you damn good; you're almost there," she snickered.

They were unfazed by my presence; I was nothing but a speck of dust in Alaric's eyes.

"Alar...," I stuttered, struggling to call out his name, but my lips felt heavy, and my words were trapped by thickened saliva.

"I'm not blind," he said as he continued with her.

My vision blurred, and before I could utter another sound, darkness enveloped me, and I slumped to the ground, unconscious.

I thought I was waking up on my bed, so I decided to roll my body to the other side of the bed. Then I found out I was at the edge of the bed, about to fall; the space was too small.

Panic began to rise within me as I struggled to recall how I ended up here.

Then, like a flickering light, fragmented memories started to piece together. My husband was in bed with a strange lady.

The strange lady under my husband is none other than Elle, the heiress of the Kone family. She is an actress. I have met her countless times in my husband's office during lunchtime.

I always thought she visited my husband's secretary. It never occurred to me that she was my husband's mistress.

Did they attack me? Why did I end up here?" I asked. There is no one to answer my question.

The door swung open. I could not believe what my eyes saw. My husband walked in with his hand around Elle Waste. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want it to fall. Alaric didn't deserve it.

I gazed away as I saw them and said, "Get out!"

"Congratulations!" Jane, finally! You are carrying an illegitimate child like you," Alaric sneered as he came in.

"What a shame!" Elle chipped in.

I touched my stomach to confirm what he was saying, no wonder everything pissed me off, 'Could it be that I'm pregnant?'

"Can we get a divorce?" I asked.

"Jane, don't divorce me; I will take care of the bastard you are carrying," he snickered.

Is that not what you wanted? I hate you, Alaric; you are so disgusting," I spat.

"Actually, I don't have anything to do with you, and no one would ever accept you; this marriage was a bet between my grandparents and yours. As soon as you get divorced, the $100 million fine will go into my account. If you don't want the money to go into my account, you have every power to stop it now."

"You are a joke, Alaric, I wish I never married you; I wish I never loved you I don't care about how much money you will get; I just don't want to see you again," I yelled

"Alaric, why are you stopping her?? Do you love her?"

"Elle, love, not in this life I will ever love a woman like her, i love you, and I can never trade you for anything. I want her family to see that she requested a divorce and the mistake she made,"

"If I had loved her, she wouldn't have ended up with a stranger that night," he smirked.

"You set me up, Alaric?"

"You want someone to devour you, and I helped you to do that. By lacing your drink and slipping away, you met your boyfriend instead of the helper I sent, so how did I set you up??"

"What have I done to deserve this?"

"Is it a crime to love you?"

"Not a crime, Jane, but I will not stain my family name by starting my life with an illegitimate daughter. I hate you for that. Who knows how your mother ended up with your father?"

"You should have told him you weren't interested then."

"Why would I say that? I am a businessman, and I know your family will lose that kind of money, I always want your loser family to remain a loser,"

"So you ditched me because of money."

"No, because you are illegitimate and I don't love you; money is just a bonus for wasting my precious time for three years,"

"Can I get the divorce document?" I asked in a husky tone.

"Don't ever try to come back to my house,"

"I still have my clothes and some other things to pack,"

"Not yours anymore, you came in with just your wedding gown, so your clothes will be worn by my dogs,"

"Do whatever you like, I'm sure you will regret this, I hate you," I yelled

They walked out.

The tears I had fought for began to fall.

"I need to get out of here," I muttered.

I changed into my clothes and went downstairs. I was glad I wasn't noticed by any workers at the hospital.

I boarded a taxi and stopped at the front door of my father's house.

It's been three years since I left this house.

There was noise in the house; my heart skipped as I realised I was returning to this house. I left eagerly; peace wasn't here for me. I didn't know why I returned to this place again.

She is a bastard; how can I pay a $100 million fine to Alaric for being a bastard?

"I told you not to allow her to marry Alaric, but you didn't listen to me."

"You told me not to, then would you allow Stellar to marry that jerk instead of her, or have you forgotten that the purpose of their marriage was for business transactions?"

"Let's assume we lost."

"I won't assume that; I will kill her together with the baby she is carrying. I know she had no place to return than this place; she would be locked in one of the empty rooms in the basement, I'm tired of having illegitimate blood in my family."

"How about the $100 million?"

That is not going to happen; I will sue Alaric for kidnapping after I finish Jane, so it is going to be an unsolvable case. Since Jane would be out of the picture,"

"Just be careful; you should have ended her when her mother died; a situation like this wouldn't have come up."

"Grandpa protected her; if not for his demise, no one would have known I have an illegitimate child."

I sat down weakly on the floor; my heart was clenching in pain, and many thoughts were running through my mind. How could my family try to kill me?

What have I done to deserve this?

I was glad I knew about this earlier; I couldn't believe they would poison me with a child in my stomach. How wicked they are.

I rubbed my still-flat stomach this time around, trying to communicate with my baby.

'You are the only one Mummy has now; please bear with me and hang in there; I will protect you with my last breath.' At least I have a reason to stay strong now.

I walked dejectedly out of my father's house and booked another ride to a nearby hotel as the night was drawing near.

The room allocated to me was not looking bad for the amount I paid; it had everything to make my stay there comfortable. I made quick plans for the next few days that I will be spending here, but most importantly, I have to pull a call across to my best friend.

"Hello, how have you been?'' the voice of Celine came from the other end of the phone.

I paused, sometimes pondering whether to tell her or not.

"Not too bad; how is work?" I answered, trying to sound cheerful.

"What is wrong with you? Your voice is not energetic. And to answer your question, the hospital has been good but stressful," Celine said cheerfully.

I didn't want to hide anything from her, so I recounted everything that happened from the last two months until now.

"So you got pregnant by an unknown man? What do you plan to do with it?" she inquired.

"What else? Give birth to it. I can't cut it short."

"Have you tried searching for the man that got you pregnant?".

"Truth be told, I never wanted to do anything with an escort that got me pregnant. How could a man sleep with a random lady and take advantage of her vulnerable state?"

"I don't want my child to have anything to do with that kind of person, an escort," I said with a heavy heart.

"It's okay, but we have to look for him."

"I will look for him and teach him a great lesson," I muttered in defiance.

"You know what? Let's meet up for a coffee tomorrow; we have to discuss," she said from the other end of the phone. After that, we discussed other things and ended the call.

I woke up energetically the next morning, did a little workout, and then prepared for my appointment with my best friend.

The first thing on my agenda was to branch over to the hotel where I was taken advantage of to retrieve the CCTV footage. Maybe I will be able to find a hint as to who the escort made out with me.