CHAPTER 2 What About Your Wife?

Layla's POV

It was Grace. My best friend.

My heart was shattered, I couldn't fathom what I was viewing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought my husband and my best friend would betray me.

My sobs reduced as I picked up my phone and watched. My tears still ran down my cheeks.

I watched as Orion gently placed Grace on the couch so delicately as if she would break.

"Fuck! You are so sweet," he said as he placed a trail of kisses from her neck downward. "You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this,"

"Then show me how much you want me," Grace said with a smile on her face.

"Your wish is my command baby."

My heart clenched once more when I heard the way he talked and what he said, knowing he never said any of those to me.

Once he reached her thighs, he pulled up her mini dress and buried his head between her thighs, causing her to arch her back and release several moans.

"Oh fuck baby, I love the way you eat me out," Grace moaned out loud as he buried his head further.

My sobs became louder as I felt my heart go through excruciating pain when I saw this.

Orion never did this with me. Whenever I brought it up, he always refused, claiming it felt unhygienic due to his cleanliness.

The longer he spent, the more my sadness turned into rage and humiliation. My body shook with rage, my blood was boiling, and I felt my anger course through my veins.

At this point, my tears had stopped. I was trying to control myself from barging in there and ripping them into pieces.

Orion finally stood up, placed a kiss on Grace's lips, and said he wanted to go fetch condoms.

As he was about to leave, Grace refused and pulled him back. She began kissing him roughly, telling him that there was no need for that. Orion agreed and began undressing her as she did the same with him.

He teased her as he lay her on the couch and spread her leg wide open, before sliding into her.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said as he started to thrust into her faster and harder, while she moaned loudly. "You are so good at this, you do it better than my stupid wife," Orion complimented as he fucked her faster.

"Say that again!" the stupid bitch replied, it was obvious this wasn't their first time, I never could have thought Grace held that kind of resentment towards me.

After what felt like an eternity, they both collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily. "Why didn't I marry you instead?" Orion said, giving Grace a peck on the cheek.

"What about your wife?" Grace asked, tracing her fingers all over his chest.

"She's so awful at this," he says with disdain. "Every time I see her tasteless outfits and boring moves in bed, I feel sick,"

I couldn't watch this any longer. My anger was threatening to devour me.

I let out a deafening scream, anger, and pain lacing my voice. I slammed my phone on the bed before reaching for the cake in the bedside drawer and threw it across the room.

I pulled my hair until my scalp felt numb, but that didn't compare to the pain my heart was feeling.

I couldn't do it any longer. The pain I was feeling was too much for me. I couldn't handle it any longer.

It felt like a million nails were stuck in my chest, and as I kept remembering what I saw, a hammer kept hitting the nails.

Once I calmed down, I kept praying this was a dream, and I kept praying I would wake up from this awful dream. Deep down, I knew this was far from a dream, but I prayed so much it was one, and I prayed to wake up from it.

I sat there for a while, trying to calm down as I sobbed quietly.

My body felt numb, and the anger, pain, and despair I felt were threatening to consume me.

I couldn't do it anymore as I reached for the telephone and ordered several bottles of wine from the room service.

Once the bottles came and a pair of glasses, I moved everything to the bed and began to drink.

I took several glasses before ditching it. I threw the glass in my hand across the room as I took a swing of the bottle.

Each time I took a swing, my anger would increase. That sick shit, what the fucking hell.

I can't believe I actually slaved myself making a cake for him. I had never cooked anything in my life, and I baked for that piece of shit.

What a waste of time and energy.

I watched a series of videos for months, oh that reminds me I spent months planning for my perfect anniversary. Guess this was my own gift from Orion.

I was drowning myself in these bottles, drinking my sorrows away. But whenever I  remembered why I was drinking, my screams and sobs would become louder until I drank myself into a stupor and fell asleep.

I woke up late the next day with a ringing sound threatening to deafen me and a strong headache.

It took a while, a few falls, and the energy I didn't have to walk over to the bathroom and wash my face.

The ringing stopped, but the headache persisted. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I remembered the very absurd dream I had last night.

Memories of the dream flashed across my mind, ranging from a handsome man entering my room to commending his buttocks and figure.

And the next thing I knew I was kissing him, I could feel my clothes being ripped off my body with no idea how. The handsome man spun me on top of him as the kissing became intense, with my naked body pressing against his, I could feel his hands at every corner of my body except the one place I wanted it to be.

I couldn't remember what happened further but all I know is that little action in my dream was better than my sex life with Orion.

I chuckled bitterly at myself, seeing how I would even dream about such with a stranger because of how long it's been since Orion showed me any form of affection.

My blood boiled as I remembered what I discovered last night, the ringing in my head returned as I clutched my head.

I rinsed my face once more before stepping out of the bathroom. I ordered breakfast from room service and plopped myself on the bed.

When the food arrived, I took the hangover medicine that came along with the food and ate most of the food.

I sat up on the bed rubbing my eyes with my hands. I blink my eyes for a while and drink up the glass of water in the bedside drawer.

As I dropped the empty glass, my eyes trailed to where I threw the cake last night.

I closed my eyes, trying to reign in my anger. I can't believe that Orion, my husband, would cheat on me with my best friend. And Grace, oh my god, I trusted her. If I hadn't seen this, I would have never believed she'd do this to me.

I was filled with so much rage that I could burst. It hurt so much to know how I was betrayed, but I currently feel more anger than sadness.