Troubled Wife, Fancy Rival

The mansion was big. The season was hot, yet the room felt cold. A blonde-haired woman in a white night dress laid on the bed, tired when she hadn't done any work other than taking a walk in the evening. Her lips thin lips were pale and her body was warmer.

The room was painted with bright colors. The brightness was unlike what it witnessed every single disaster that came and went in vain without releasing any information outside.

She tilted her head at the sound of the door. She slightly gasped realizing it was already 8 pm. She did not need the watch for that for her husband came home from work around that time.

"How was your day, Marcus?" The tan-skinned masculine guy who took his dark suit off in front of her did not say a word. Instead, he went to the bathroom and opened the shower tap which was heard by the woman, his wife. She closed her eyes trying to find either peace or sleep.

Her shining blue eyes suddenly opened at the sound of Marcus Clapping his hands to switch off the lights. The woman tilted her slim body so she was lying on one side, facing the wall but not Marcus. She knew Marcus no longer saw her as a wife but rather a toy. A sexual object.

His hands went under her dress with great force and got a little angry when he touched her underwear, "I thought I told you to not wear anything when your husband is beside you!"

His voice was low yet spoke dominant and aggressive character.

"I was feeling cold today. I also had a fever. I'm sorry it has bothered you this much," She swallowed her liquid, closing her eyes while silently praying that it was the only thing she'd go through today.

Deep down she knew there was something worse coming even if she didn't wear anything as Marcus preferred.

"Well. I'll have to punish you for not obeying your husband," The words made her heart skip a bit. She had a hint of what was coming. Yelling or not, the room was soundproof. No voice was to get outside of it.

He tore the underwear she was wearing. That was followed with a dress. The low light illuminating from the bathroom exposed her bare body to Marcus's brown yet dark eyes. He didn't wear anything so his hungry cock stood there like a turret in the armored tank.

Without a word, he turned her and now stood in a position like a dog. His head was now rubbing against her clit, closing his eyes and he felt the heat.

Today, his wife was extremely warm. It only took a few seconds and Marcus covered his head with saliva and inserted it inside of her. She gasped. It was huge. She was small. She was weak, he was strong.

The room was later filled with moans and groans. While Marcus was groaning in joy, his wife was screaming in pain.

"Marcus. Oh my ... please," With that, Marcus turned her around and he was now facing her. He covered his dick with saliva again, lay on top of her, and spread her legs more widely. Before she knew it, the dick was inside this time pushing a whole of it inside of her walls.

She felt tears coming out of her eyes. The pain was like entering a finger into a wound. It was beyond bearable. She cried and cried but it only made his thrusts harder.

His thrusts were like a mixture of desire, selfishness, and hunger. The pain was sharpened by the ten-inch long dick whose diameter would cause discomfort even to women with the biggest vaginas.

"Marcus... Marc.." She kept breathing for air until she ran out of it. Her body felt numb to the pain. The Marcus in front of her was now seen in a blurred version and the last person she'd ever seen in this world.

Marcus noticed how the body stopped producing heat, "Hey," he shook her head, and that only made him realize what he had done.

His wife was no longer among the living.

Two years later

Under the scorching sun of Mexico, in the vibrant town of Tulum, lived a spirited young woman named Camilla. Her skin was kissed by the sun, and her eyes sparkled like the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea that stretched along the horizon. Life in Mexico was colourful and lively, and she embraced it with all her heart.

Well that Camilla was me.

Among the cheerful cacophony of a local fiesta, I met Pablo, a handsome young man with a smile that could light up the night sky. I was only sixteen and so was he. Curiosity got the best of me, and I mustered the courage to approach him.

"Hi there," I greeted, a hint of excitement in my voice.

His dark brown eyes met mine, and his smile widened, revealing a row of perfectly aligned teeth. "Hey," he replied, his voice smooth and inviting.

I noticed his dark, tousled hair that complemented his sun-kissed complexion. His easy confidence was captivating, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"I'm Camilla," I introduced myself, extending a hand.

"Pablo," he said, his warm hand enveloping mine in a gentle handshake.

As we exchanged pleasantries, the bustling fiesta seemed to fade into the background, and it felt as though it was just the two of us.

"There's something magical about this place, don't you think?" I smiled as I spoke in a soft voice.

"Absolutely. Tulum has a way of captivating your soul, revealing its treasures one by one." His eyes lit up, clearly expressing the love he has for Tulum.

"I've always felt a pull towards adventure. The idea of exploring this coastal paradise, it's like an irresistible siren's call."

"I completely understand. Have you ever swum in one of the cenotes nearby?" He looked at me, his dark brown eyes looking straight at mine. I looked away.

"Not yet, but I'm eager to. The thought of diving into those crystal-clear pools, a glimpse into the heart of the earth, it's simply enchanting."

Pabl gave mischievous glint in his eyes "Ah, cenotes! I once dived into one, the water so pristine it felt like entering a hidden realm."

I' lived in Tulum my whole life and not even once did I visit those crystal pools, "Tell me more," I was excited, "What's your most unforgettable experience here?"

A grin playing on his lips "Well, there was that time when I explored the ancient Mayan ruins by the sea, the history and the view, it took my breath away."

My eyes wide "Mayan ruins? That sounds absolutely breathtaking!" This guy visited almost all places I wanted to visit in Tulum. It was safe to say I found my adventure partner.

The celebration went grand, but all I saw the whole time was him. To me the celebration was him. I celebrated on finding him.

"I must say, you have the most beautiful brown eyes," I complimented him, unable to resist the urge to let him know how captivating I found his gaze.

He chuckled, a tinge of blush coloring his cheeks. "Thank you, Camilla. You have a smile that could light up the night sky."

His genuine compliment sent a wave of warmth through me, and I felt an immediate connection forming between us.

"So, Camilla, what brings you to this bustling fiesta?" Pablo asked, flashing a charming smile.

I shrugged playfully, pretending to be nonchalant. "Oh, you know, just looking for some excitement and adventure."

I knew he loved adventure.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, you've come to the right place. Tulum knows how to throw a fiesta like no other!"

As we continued to explore the festivities, we found ourselves drawn to a vibrant street food stall, its colorful decorations and tantalizing aromas enticing us closer. "I've always loved trying new foods," I said, eyeing the array of delicious treats.

Pablo grinned. "Me too! Let's indulge in some local delicacies, shall we?"

We shared laughter as we devoured tacos and sipped on refreshing horchata.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Pablo leaned closer, his voice soft and warm.

"Camilla, I have to admit something. I'm really glad I ran into you today. It's like the universe wanted us to meet."

I blushed, feeling my heart flutter at his words. "I feel the same way, Pablo. It's like fate brought us together."

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of my curly brown hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Can I see you again, Camilla? Maybe tomorrow, for a coffee or a walk on the beach?"

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'd love that, Pablo." As we parted ways that night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

And so, our journey of getting to know each other began. We spent days exploring the beautiful town of Tulum, walking hand in hand along the sandy beaches and sharing dreams under the swaying palm trees.

As we sat by the turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea, Pablo looked at me with a gentle intensity in his eyes. "Camilla, you bring so much light into my life. I've never met anyone like you."

I blushed, feeling a mixture of happiness and vulnerability. "You've brought so much joy into my life too, Pablo. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with you."

He smiled, his gaze never leaving mine. "That's the beauty of love, isn't it? Finding someone who sees the real you and loves you for it."

Little did I know that these days would go in vain. That I'd only be reminded of how weak I am. Little did I know who Pablo really was.

Little did I know that I'd almost end up like that woman.

Years passed so fast like the wind. In the blink of our eyes, eight years was already history. We ate, studied, played, cooked, and did everything else together.

We were not two but one, waiting for the right time for God to make it official. I couldn't wait for that day. It's like I had lived those eight years just to see it happening and we were close. So close.

It is our last days at Universidad del Caribe (unicaribe) in Cancun, taking my degree in business innovation while was Pablo pursuing a degree in marketing. Life couldn't get any better.

My family consisted of only Me and my mom. She had been using medicine for as long as I can remember.

Her wrinkles make her a little older than she actually is and her slim body always reminds me she is not well. Her skin is always dry. How I wish I could get enough money to take proper care of her health.

It's still a miracle that she breathes the same oxygen that I do and her feet can still strongly touch the ground without the help of any stick.

The local doctors always warn us that she shouldn't work. Her ears are always deaf to those warnings. Now that I'm older and have my own small business, I listen to these doctors for her sake. Sometimes I fail since I am not that stable and she is never the type to listen.

Our home in Tulum was on the second floor of the local flat we stayed in. Two rooms, a big space partitioned for a living room, dining room, and a kitchen, and of course we used the toilet inside my mother's room. Our lives were simple yet kissed by the sun and lighted by the full moon.

Pablo lived on the third floor of the same flat. He only lived by himself and I had never seen even a picture of someone that resembled him. He was always alone. My mom and I were undeniably the only family he had or at least that's what everyone thought.

Life in Cancun city sometimes put Pablo and me over the edge of a knife. Affording the basic needs while taking care of Mom was one hell of a responsibility.

Unlike many people in college, I never had time even for friends. I always worked. From a waitress to a babysitter to a cleaner. Name anything and I'd do it.

Pablo was the only guy by my side. He sometimes even gave me all of the payments that he worked so hard for.

I look at all of that and let a tear slide from my eyes when I hand the last submission of my research paperwork to my supervisor, Dr. Maya. One of the best women you could ever find.

"Congratulations my dear," She gets up and gives me a hand. My red eyes let out more burning tears down my face.

"Thank you, Dr. Maya." I sob while wiping away tears with the tissue. I try breathing in and out several times before my nostrils fail to inhale some air.

"Hard work forever pays. I see something in you. One day I believe I will see you at one of those big events. Mark my words," Dr. Maya was always harsh but she always did it for us.

It was hard to understand, but that was her love language towards us and I understood it. Most students came to understand in the end and that's when they knew how blessed they were to have her in their academic lives.

"I hope I won't disappoint you, Doctor," I give a small smile before I finally get out of the four white walls through a brown wooden door. I take my phone from my white tote bag, iPhone 6, and dial my mother's number.

I have no idea why people of her age are never interested in phones. She may be outside, working her mind, body, and soul off while her phone is sleeping soundly on her bed.

Wait, she's okay, isn't she?

Aah

She must be okay. Otherwise, I would have been told. Not even a minute passes by and my phone rings again.

My heart stops.

I look at the caller ID and it's mother. She must be okay. She must just have seen my missed call that's why she has decided to call me. I close my eyes before picking it up.

But why do I feel different?

"Mother?" I close one eye as if predicting what's to come.

"Camilla. I was taking a shower. How are you? Did you submit the paperwork?"

I can sense cracks in her voice. Her breathing is not normal either. Plus she never takes a shower at this time of the day.

"Yea, Mom. Finally, I am a graduate. I just have to wait for my results," I give a small smile as I take a seat on the nearby bench.

"Finally my daughter has achieved her dream. I am so proud of you. My baby is fully grown up now,"

"Thanks, Mom. Oh, I will check on you later. I am going to my room now. There are some things I need to take care of."

"Ooh. Okay, dear. Don't forget to call me. You know I don't even know how to make a call on this new phone you gave me,"

She never fails to make me laugh, "Okay Mom." I hang up.

How I wish my predictions were wrong. A small vibration is felt on my hand. I look at the phone and view the text message with an unknown identity. The capital letters make my heart not at ease.

I CAN TAKE CARE OF YOUR MOTHER'S SURGERY EXPENSES, BUT ONLY IF YOU AGREE TO MEET MY TERMS.

what the...

I call the number but it's already unreachable. What operation is he talking about? I click the dialer app and call my mom again, but she doesn't pick up. I called her again and finally, the call was answered.

"Mother?!"

"Camilla," Dr Marshall. Our local doctor calls me by my name. "Your mother's condition is critical. Both of her kidneys don't function well,"

Just when my life was full of roses, the thorns couldn't wait to pierce my heart. Why can't we have a day as good as this one in peace? My head already hurts from crying so hard.

"Mi amore, have some water," Pablo sat beside me on my small bed. My room was small, with just a small bed almost not fit for two to sleep comfortably, a wardrobe, a dining table, and a very small kitchen space.

"You should go as soon as possible. Crying won't heal her. She needs you by her side more than anything." Soledad, my roommate who's a year younger than me sits on the other side of the bed.

Just like me, she never has time to waste. She pays her bills. Her parents died out of the same disease and she never speaks about it. Her grades were good enough to get to college but not good enough to get a scholarship.

"You're right. I need to get to her as soon as possible."

"Camilla, I can always get another interview. I can't leave you like this. Please let me tag along," Pablo was going to have an interview the next day. How could I let him come with me? What if that was his luck? His opportunity?

"No, Pablo. You need this interview. You can come afterwards but not now,"

He sighed, his hand still in mine, "Let me pack your things, at least," Pablo went to my side of the wardrobe and started packing my clothes. What would I do without this man?

"Relax, Camilla. Everything will be fine." Soledad embraces me with a big hug. I keep breathing in and out but my heart doesn't get any lighter. It's as if there's this huge stone glued to it and pushing it away only causes more bleeding wounds. My stomach keeps clenching like a fist.

"Here's everything you need. Let's go to the bus station," Both Pablo and Soledad decided to go to the bus station with me. Our little walk was filled with silence yet warmth dominated beneath our hearts.

Pablo held both my hands while Soledad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Camilla," he begins in his sweet tone that makes me want to fall asleep instantly, "I love you and I promise that everything will be alright. Don't worry and don't cry, okay?"

My voice shook. I could barely speak. "Thank you, Pablo. For everything." I hugged him tight but then quickly released myself to wipe away the tears.

Soledad squeezed her arms on mine again and pulled me into another hug. My heart felt better and even though Pablo still had his hand tightly intertwined with mine, I felt like everything was going to be okay.

The bus arrived at the station. I gave Pablo one last look but before I hoped inside, he held my hand again. His beautiful eyes were almost watery. With a low tone, he whispered, "I love you,"

I held his hand again, and he made it sound like I was never coming back again, "We will see each other again, I promise," With that, he let go of his hand and I hopped inside the bus.

My eyes were still on him. His facial expression of sadness was unlike anything I had seen of him before. Maybe I should just let him come with me. But no. I have made the right decision. He needed to do him too.

The ride is silent. A lot of seats were left empty. As the bus carried me closer to my town, my heart was heavy with worry and fear.

I glanced around, but Pablo wasn't there beside me, and the reality of facing this alone hit me like a ton of bricks. Now I had to deal with this difficult situation on my own.

Trying to keep my composure, I clutched my phone tightly, checking for messages or updates every few minutes. My head was already throbbing from crying so hard earlier.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Just when everything seemed to be going well, this had to happen.

The small town where my mother was being treated came into view, and I knew I had to gather all the strength I had left.

When I finally reached the hospital, my hands were trembling as I approached the reception, Dr. Marshal was talking to a nurse before he saw me. His expression confirmed my worst fears.

"Dr. Marshall" I look at him. My heart pounds as loud as an old church bell, " Doctor, what happened to my mother?"

"Camilla, my dear. Let's go to my office please," A hand of comfort carried my shoulder. I nodded as we walked towards his office. Locking the door behind us, he sighed. "Have a seat, my dear."

God. Heavenly lord. Please help me accept what I'm about to hear. Please give me the strength to fight it. I then open my eyes.

"Your mother's kidney condition has gotten worse. If she doesn't get a kidney transplant in two days, she may not be among the living. Well, the good news is we have a donor."

My lips slightly parted. My mom. She has been given a second chance.

"Bad news is the donor demands 12 million dollars,"

My heart sank as I realized that we couldn't afford such a colossal sum. Tears welled up in my eyes once more.

"Doctor, how can we afford twelve million dollars?" My heart crumbled into pieces too small to be seen. The doctor finds the right to say but ends up with nothing. He takes me to my mother's space.

Sitting beside her, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Her eyes were covered by dark circles and her lips were dry, it just reminded me of my failures.

After all that she went through just to keep me on my own two feet, this shouldn't be her end. She should enjoy the better side of this world too.

The room was suddenly filled with silence as if a frozen king was making an entrance. His body explained fine details in his dark suit. His dark brown hair went super well with his dark sunglasses. Everyone else exchanged looks as it looked like his direction was headed towards me.

Wait. He was coming towards me!

"Ohh," He scanned me as he took his sunglasses off, "Seeing you this close makes me realize how beautiful you are," Does this look like a joke to him?

"Who are you?" My voice was at its calmest state as it could be. Why would a man of his qualities bother a woman like me?

"Sorry for the late introduction, the name's Marcus Del Monte. Does that name ring the bells?" I shook my head. Why would I know him?

He smirks, "I CAN TAKE CARE OF YOUR MOTHER'S TRANSPLANT EXPENSES, BUT ONLY IF YOU AGREE TO MEET MY TERMS. Does that not ring the bell too?"

My heart stopped. Suddenly, the beeping of the heart monitor changes. It had become louder, faster, and irregular.

My heart skipped a beat, and a knot kept forming in my stomach. I looked at the monitor, and my eyes widened in horror at the erratic pattern on the screen.

Panic surged through me, and I felt my hands trembling as I reached for the call button to summon the nurses.

"Something's wrong! Please, someone, help!" I called out, my voice shaking with fear.

Within seconds, the room was filled with medical staff, their faces tense and focused. I watched helplessly as they rushed around the bed, checking my mother's vital signs, and attaching more wires and monitors. The urgency in their movements sent a wave of terror through me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched my mother's hand tightly. "You're going to be okay, Mom. Please be okay," I whispered, my voice breaking.

I stepped close to her but one of the nurses pulled me back, "We're doing everything we can, Camilla. Stay back, let us work."

"I can't lose her. She's all I have." I crumbled, my hands instinctively covering my face as I sobbed, seeking solace in the darkness they provided

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the heart monitor continued to emit the alarming sound. Each second felt like an eternity, and I prayed with all my might for my mother's well-being.

The room seemed to close in on me, and I felt suffocated by the fear and uncertainty. The doctor approached me with a grave demeanour, and my heart sank further.

"My dear, your mother's condition has drastically deteriorated. Both of her kidneys keep failing. She needs to have surgery right now if you want to try the little chance she has left to save her life,"

He spoke with a gentle but urgent tone, there was little chance of her survival.

The guy in the dark suit was still there, listening to what the doctor was saying. Hearing the urgent need, he smirked at me, " Now, you still don't want my beloved offer?"