It was about 8:30 am when Princess lifted her face from the pillow.

A tear-soaked pillow that had absorbed all the tears of pain, grief, hurt, and sorrow she had shed throughout the night.

“Why, Lord, why?” she moaned miserably. “Why have I been sentenced to this horrible prison of a marriage? God, I know I’m nowhere near perfect, but surely this is too much for one woman to have to put up with. It just is.”

Indeed, this was just too much to bear. Too much.

Hours might have passed since Ferdinand stormed the room to slap her, but the sting of its memory and his harsh words was as strong as ever. And all she could ask was ‘why?’

Why had she become so despicable in her husband’s eyes? Why was it so easy for him to disrespect her and treat her like she had no right to dignity? Why was he so cool with doing all this stuff to her? Most cheating husbands she had heard of would be scrambling to apologize to their wives after being exposed; why was this man literally attacking her for finding out the truth and doing something about it?

As she sat up on her bed, she looked outside the window.

The Camry was not there. Ferdinand had already left.

No surprises there. Even if she was walking around the house, he’d ignore her. Or considering his vitriol a couple of hours earlier, repeat those warnings and insults.

She sighed. “I can’t understand this, I just can’t. All I wanted was to just live a normal life and a happy marriage. This torment is too much for one soul to bear. Or should I go back to-“

She stopped short, then shook her head vigorously, realizing where she was headed to with that statement. “No, no, no, not that option. No. I already told myself I’m not going back. I’m not returning to that chapter. No way.”

But is it worth it? Look at all the suffering you’re going through…

Oh, the enticing nature of that thought! Such an enticing thought. All she had tried to salvage this situation had failed miserably. Surely going back would be the perfect panacea for dealing with this problem…

“No!” she suddenly said, in a fierce bid of resistance. “No. Fly far from me, you stupid thoughts! I’m not giving in.”

Just then, her phone vibrated from the bedside. She reached for it and checked.

It was a message from an unknown number.

She frowned. “Who could it be?” she wondered out loud before opening it.

Stupid woman. You thought you could embarrass me like that and get away with it? You are mad!

Your husband will still choose my titties over yours. Get the fuck over yourself!

Princess closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. No prizes for guessing who that was from; it was so obvious.

Ferdinand must have given her the number just so she could get back at her.

The disrespect. The brazen, unapologetic disrespect of this cheap skank! The urge to ‘go back’ came back even stronger. Surely she had to deal with this!

But Princess shook her head once again. “No. I won’t go back. I won’t go back. I chose a new way, and I’m sticking to it, no matter what. I will not go back!“

***

“Ohhhh damn! Good gracious, that was some mountaintop heaven shit!” Kirania sighed, as she settled on Ferdinand in the bathtub.

“Oh yeah. I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, and damn, you more than lived up to your word! Ain’t nobody ever made me cum by just doing all that to these titties! Fuck, you’re good!”

“Oh yes. You do it good, so I can’t do any less.”

“Hahaha!”

After Ferdinand left the house that morning, he called Kirania, proudly informing her how he had given Princess the most savage of verbal decimations, and assuring her that she would get some good compensation for ‘that woman’s stupidity’.

That compensation was some sensual time in the bathroom, as he had her fill up the bathtub with water, add some bath salts, and decorate it with some red candles he had bought.

What followed was just another one of their super sensual moments of intimacy, as they got down and dirty in the bathroom.

As Kirania adjusted herself in the tub to ensure she sat on her man comfortably, she touched him on the cheek. “Thanks for defending me, baby. You have no idea how good that made me feel.”

“Was it sweeter than what I just did to those juicy nips?”

“Hahaha, not as close!”

“Good! But hey, I needed to. There’s a reason why I don’t talk about her or let you know anything about her, or even mention her name. She’s just a useless, foolish liability sitting in that house. I dunno why, but every time I see her, this rage just bubbles up within me. Like, I really can’t stand the piece of shit. I don’t even know what made me marry her in the first place.”

“Mmmm,” Kirania hummed.

“Honestly, Ki. She’s a fucking waste of space. An absolute nonentity. You have no idea how angry I was when you told me she confronted you in the restaurant. She had absolutely no right to try that rubbish. And I’m so glad I let her have it. I disciplined her myself very well last night, and I know she won’t try that again.”

“Good, good. Thanks again for coming through for me. Oh, and I’ve been making good use of her number, too.”

Ferdinand’s eyebrow raised as he smirked. “I knew the braindead girl was in trouble once you asked for her number. How many texts have you sent her?”

Kirania flirtatiously stuck her tongue at him, then answered, “Five messages.”

Ferdinand laughed out loud. “And you don’t need to tell me the tone of the messages; I know they were all nasty!”

“As if you should expect anything different from the queen of nasty. Matter of fact, lemme quickly give her something to end the day with.”

Ferdinand shook his head in amusement as she reached over for one towel to clean her hands before grabbing her phone nearby and typing away.

“Your hubby’s in my home now… and he’s having so much fun with my fit titties… and there’s FUCK ALL you can do about it! Good night!” Kirania read out loud and slowly, snickering as she hit the send button. “All caps with the ‘fuck all’ for major emphasis.”

Ferdinand laughed once again. “Damn, woman! You’re crazy. But I love it. I love it a lot.”

“I know, Daddy, I know. And thankfully, you’ll always have the sweet dose of my craziness,” Kirania responded, gently tapping his nose with her finger. “Now can I just be wrapped up in your arms and enjoy the soothing, romantic ambiance we’ve created in some sweet, sweet silence?”

“Oh, most certainly, my sweet! Most certainly.”

It’s shocking, isn’t it? How he’s letting Kirania walk all over Princess’ dignity. Absolutely shocking…