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Guilt doesn’t eat at me for my actions. In fact, my heart begs for satisfaction, for me to cause both of them even more pain. To see Kalista and Jaxon both in ashes at my feet. I welcome the rage and the hate; it tempers the feeling of loss and betrayal. If I can just focus on hating Jaxon, then maybe I can plug this gaping bleeding hole in my heart.
Did I veto every single one of Jaxon’s corporate decisions in the last four days, ensuring he can’t get anything done in our joint business and looks like a fool?You bet my fucking billion-dollar bank account I did.
I even went as far as having half our combined bank account amount, a staggering four billion dollars, transferred to a Swiss bank and inaccessible to him. Did that cause him to throw a tantrum at the bank and look utterly unhinged?It sure fucking did. I just wish I could have been there to witness his palpable rage.
The only thing bringing me the slightest inclination of joy right now is knowing that I am destroying Jaxon’s world around him. My desire to see him on his knees before me is unmistakable and unforgiving.
As for Jaxon’s hostile and threatening demands for Tyson to tell him where I am. They have fallen on deaf ears, much to my unfaithful, deceitful husband’s frustrations. Tyson doesn’t fear him, he knows who the scarier of the two of us are, and it isn’t Jaxon. No threat will have him giving Jaxon my current whereabouts. My cheating husband is currently looking for a needle in a haystack.Good fucking luck to him finding me without help.
I haven’t returned to our home since that first day, although I did let poor Mrs. Pox know what was happening. She was understandably upset to hear of Jaxon’s repeated dalliance with Kalista and vowed to make him also pay for it at home. She’s been serving him nothing but fried liver day and night, a food that he absolutely hates for the last four days. To my gleeful understanding, all his clothing met with an unfortunate bleach incident, and his shoes somehow ended up on the back lawn while the sprinklers were going. I had a good laugh at her attempt at vengeance on my behalf. I miss her and the staff dearly; it’s incomprehensible how much she and they have come to mean to me. How the life I was building for myself and Jaxon has turned disgustingly upside down with his reckless actions.
I also haven’t stepped foot in the office in the last four days, preferring instead to linger at the beautiful home in the Hamptons on the ocean that I purchased under a shell company. The one he knows nothing about. The house I meant to surprise him with so that we could eventually start a family, now it will do nothing but provide my refuge from our imploding marriage. A safe haven from the tumultuous storm I am trapped in.
Some would say I am off licking my wounds, a betrayed woman. They wouldn’t be wrong, but what they fail to see is that I am about to wage war and use the time wisely instead of steadily drinking myself into a coma over my husband’s betrayal. I’m not going to lie though, a few bottles have been consumed, and a few raged-filled tears shed.
“Tyson, make sure the lawyer sends those documents through to Jaxon today. I want the divorce papers served publicly, and my assets untangled from his immediately.” I listen unamused to Tyson’s repeated counsel for patience and to speak to Jaxon myself through the phone. I disregard all of Tyson’s advice, and hang up the phone, once again going back to laying my plans out..
I have no intention of divorcing Jaxon, although no one knows that but me. It’s a scare tactic I’m playing at, one that will have my misguided husband’s hair falling out in chunks. Jaxon wants nothing more than to build his precious empire, to have the Stratford kingdom rise in glory. What will happen to it once I threaten to take half of everything he owns? Will it crumble and go up in smoke like my trust in this marriage and his fidelity?
I almost want to kiss my father for his foresight in demanding that no prenup be drawn. It’s almost like he already knew that Jaxon would betray me. Maybe he did; perhaps he was trying to protect me in his own way. Our empire is in the billions, and if I leave, I am taking half. He can try to fight it, but I am the wounded party. A wound inflicted very publicly, and he would lose if we ended up in court. He’s not a stupid man; he won’t let it get that far.Well, you didn’t think he would cheat with that cunt again, either, but here you are.The sinister bitch in my head cackles.
Will all of this chaos destroy whatever roads we had made together in our relationship? The bonds that I believed were strengthening us and causing me to fall in love with a lying, manipulative snake. The ones that allowed me to fool myself into believing that he genuinely cared for me. I am more than willing to set a blazing gasoline-infused torch fire to them;good fucking riddance.
My poor, sensitive, and supportive mother has been calling and threatening to have her driver bring her straight to me. She is the only person other than Tyson who knows where I am. The chances of Jaxon getting any information from her is about as likely as theToronto Maple Leafsever winning theStanley Cupagain. She, too, had some threatening words for Jaxon once she saw the article. Her disappointment left her stupefied like everyone else, I imagine. She gave me a nonsensical comment about warning him about a blade to his throat, but I was in no condition to question her threat.
Shame fills me at my mother, seeing me once again smeared through the tabloids at Kalista’s hands. The wretched bitch is going to pay until there is nothing left of her, but right now, I need to turn my attention to fucking up my husband’s miserable life. Gone is the sympathy and guilt over him getting shot in my place. Right now, if I could, I would personally pull the trigger on him myself.
The knowledge that he went to another woman, with my scent still on his body, causes wrath to pour through me. The memory of that night as we both prepared to go to separate events plays out before my eyes again and again like a vicious cycle, determined to bring me to my vengeful and unforgiving knees.
I was completing my makeup, sitting in nothing but my undergarments, when he approached me, pants wide open, his cock already hard and precum slipping from the tip. “I need you to wear my cum inside of you, Stella, as a reminder of who you belong to, baby.” He leaned forward and licked the side of my neck, causing a moan to leave my lips and my core to throb, soaking the crotch of my panties.
I took his cock between my red-painted lips, licking and sucking the crown before taking him to the back of my throat and gagging on his veiny length. He pounded into my throat mercilessly, his hands deep in my hair and pulling apart my updo that took me an hour to create. He pulled out of my mouth, yanked me up from the chair by my hair, and forced me to bend over my makeup vanity. All the items on the surface scattering and falling to the ground with jarring thuds.
“Fuck, Jaxon!” All the air left my lungs, with the bruising impact of my chest hitting the table.
His fingers dug into the fragile fabric of my panties, ripping them to shreds. His hard dick stroked my tight entrance before he slammed into me in one go, causing a cry of pain to leave my lips and forcing me to brace against the table or slam my face on it.
“This soaked cunt is mine, Stella. Cry for me, baby; I need to hear your screams.” He was an intense animal, rutting into me and marking me everywhere he could with his hands and lips. His hand wrapped around my throat tightly as he came inside of my throbbing pussy. Then he got down on his knees behind me and sucked me to completion until he was as much covered in my cum and his as I was.
A deep groan left his lips as he licked me one final time and stood back up, his fingers pushing any escaping cum back inside of me. “Good girl, now I taste like your cunt, and you’re filled with my cum. Make sure you don’t clean that shit up, Stella. I want your thighs coated in my cum.” He patted my ass and walked away like he didn’t just wreck my pussy, to finish getting dressed.
I shake the memory away; it brings me nothing but shame and pain now. My hand slides over my neck and the lingering marks his mouth left on my fair skin. I imagined in my naivety that he didn’t want to be without me at that event. That he felt he needed to mark his territory because he was possessive and falling in love with me.
Meanwhile, nothing could have been further from the truth. He was meeting his lover on the sly and just wanted to manipulate me. How many other times have they been together in the last four months of our marriage?How many times has he made me feel special and desirable only to leave my side and head to hers?
I pick up the vase filled with white lilies, the flowers symbolizing grief and death, much like my emotions for my husband, that are next to me, and throw it at the wall in a fury. The sound of the glass shattering is the same sound my heart is making over and over, and a welcome accompaniment to my grief—the destruction fueling my ever-present fury.
How could I have fallen in love with the fool?I am the biggest idiot walking around, an acknowledgment I can no longer deny. I have fallen in love with a man that used and deceived me. One that had no genuine intention of spending the rest of his life with only me by his side. A liar that led me to believe that we could build an empire and a life together. One that made me believe that I could crave something other than power. My folly, allowing him to become more important to me than my desire for greatness, for world domination, and power. His transgressions have destroyed us even before we had a chance to begin.
Now all I care about is hurting him like he’s hurt me. The wound that will not stop its incessant bleeding, demands retribution and satisfaction. I will hurt and destroy him until no memory of us is left.
He shattered my heart; I’m about to take his whole world.This will be the end of both of us.
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Jaxon
“We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us." Lucy Maud Montgomery
