"Fuck me harder, baby~"
Those slurty words bled through the wooden door just a few feet away from the young man sitting in the hallway. Gabriel Williams, with black silky hair cascading down his shoulders, sat in his wheelchair, his body trembling all thanks to thr cruel loud moans.
His once-powerful legs lay useless, stolen from him by a terrible accident that had left him confined whether temporarily or permanently, no one could say. His deep ocean-blue eyes brimmed with tears, tears that slipped relentlessly down his pale cheeks. His lips quivered as he tried to form words, to scream, to beg, to do something to make those noises stop. But only broken sobs escaped his throat.
Both hands clutched desperately at the bouquet of fresh flowers he had brought with him, the sharp thorns of the roses piercing his skin, but he didn't let go. Pain in his palms was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
No… it can't be him… it can't be.
He wanted to deny what his ears heard, to convince himself that his beloved husband wasn't the one making those sounds. But the truth was undeniable, the moans, the heavy breathing, the sound of skin against skin, it was real, and it was happening right behind that door.
Today was supposed to be their second wedding anniversary. A day of celebration, a day of love. While other couples would have decorated their rooms with ribbons and candles, exchanged thoughtful gifts, or invited friends to toast their happiness, Gabriel was instead gifted with betrayal. With cruelty. With the sound of another man moaning his husband's name.
Everything had once been perfect for Gabriel Williams: a perfect husband, a perfect wedding, a perfect life. But it had all shattered on the night of the accident. And ever since then, his sweet and loving husband had turned cold with insults raining down on him, affection replaced with disdain.
Gabriel hated himself for it. He wished he could walk again, wished he could turn back time and win back the man who used to hold him with so much tenderness. But despite everything… it all seemed impossible now.
The sudden creak of the bedroom door made his entire body jolt.
"Well, well, well. Ouuu~ look who we have here," came a mocking voice, slick with cruelty and arrogance. Standing in the doorway was the man who had just been writhing in Gabriel's bed. His husband's secretary.....Mathew. His smirk stretched wide, venom dripping from his words. "Were you listening, Mr Gabe? Did you sit out here listening to me screaming your husband's name? To me moaning for him while he fucked me?"
Gabriel's tears doubled, his fingers tightening around the crushed flowers, petals falling one by one to the floor. His throat burned with the words he could not push out.
"That's stupid, Gabe," came another voice, deeper and colder.
And then he appeared.
His husband stepped into the doorway, water still dripping down his chiseled body, a towel slung carelessly around his hips. Droplets trailed over the ridges of his abs, sliding down toward his waist. His expression was one of irritation, not guilt, his handsome face contorted in contempt.
"Why the hell would you be outside the room, eavesdropping on me and Mathew?" he sneered, his tone filled with disgust. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"I'm more ashamed of you, Sebastian!!!" Gabe suddenly yelled, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. The tears he had been struggling to contain finally spilled freely down his cheeks, his chest heaving with every sob. "You're no longer fucking him in your office or in cheap hotels anymore, but you had the audacity, the guts to bring him into our house. Into our bed! On our wedding anniversary!"
"And so?" Sebastian drawled as he stepped closer, his voice dripping with mockery. He scoffed, his dark eyes flashing with cruelty. "You're crippled, Gabe!"
The words struck like a lightning bolt. Gabe's heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching painfully. Though the doctor had said there was still a chance he might walk again, nothing was guaranteed. And now, here was the truth, ripped bare.
"You might be crippled forever," Sebastian continued coldly. "How do you expect an Alpha like me to put up with you? To waste my youth and strength on someone like this?" His hand gestured dismissively toward the wheelchair as if it were filth.
Gabriel's tears blurred his vision. Sebastian had been cruel before, lashing him with insults since the accident, but never had he spoken the word so plainly. Never had he called him "cripple" to his face. And worst of all, he had said it in front of his whore.
"You…" Gabriel's lips trembled, rage and heartbreak warring within him.
"Yes, me," Sebastian interrupted with another scoff, cutting him down before he could form his words. "Am I lying? You are a cripple, Gabe. You can't even do the simplest things right anymore, and you expect me to cope with that? You can't satisfy me in bed, you can't even walk beside me as a proper mate. This marriage is a joke, a wretched failure, and yet you think I should put up with it?"
"I am in this wheelchair because of you, Sebastian!!!" Gabriel's voice cracked with anger, raw and unfiltered. "I got into that accident because of you, because I tried to save you! And now you dare.....you dare to call me a cripple?! How dare you?!"
Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk that made Gabriel's blood run cold. "Oh yes, I suppose I should thank you for that, shouldn't I? You saved me. Otherwise, I might have been the one stuck in that chair. But you should be grateful too, Gabe. Be thankful that I still married you. No one wants a crippled Omega, one who might never conceive, who might never walk again, who drags misery wherever he goes."
His laughter erupted suddenly, cold and sharp, echoing through the hallway.
"You should be grateful I even bothered with an orphan like you!" Sebastian's voice rose in venomous triumph. "An Omega with no family, no money, no future. You should be on your knees thanking me for marrying you in the first place! Without me, you'd be nothing. Absolutely nothing!"
"Grateful?!" Gabriel's broken sobs turned to a scream, his tears flowing unchecked down his face. "You're a monster, Sebastian! A heartless, cruel monster!" His rage made him lash out, he tried to strike Sebastian with trembling fists. But Sebastian dodged easily, and the attempt sent Gabriel tumbling forward, falling helplessly out of his wheelchair onto the cold, polished floor.
Sebastian scoffed, watching him struggle on the ground. "You're just embarrassing yourself, Gabe. Look at you. Pathetic. You should have stayed at the vacation house where the servants could attend to you and hide you away. Why the hell did you come back here? Why crawl back to the mansion to remind me of your misery?"
"He looks like spilled tea," Mathew sneered, laughter bubbling out of him. The secretary's eyes glittered with malicious amusement as he stepped closer to Sebastian. "What a sight. Truly pathetic." He turned to his lover with an adoring smirk. "Will you drop me off at my place later, baby? I need to rest. You wore me out in there. You're such a bad boy."
"And you're bad too," Sebastian replied smoothly, pulling Mathew close. He pressed a lingering kiss against Mathew's lips, deliberately slow, deliberately cruel. When he pulled away, his eyes flicked disdainfully toward Gabriel, still struggling to lift himself from the floor. "Just the way I like it. Unlike someone." His chuckle was light, careless, brutal.
With that, Sebastian turned his back on his broken husband, walked inside with Mathew clinging to him, and slammed the door so hard it echoed through the entire hallway, shaking the walls.
Gabriel lay there trembling, his tears pooling onto the floor beneath him. "Fuck… this isn't my husband. This isn't the man I married," he sobbed, his heart crumbling under the weight of betrayal."
With sheer determination, he clawed his way up, pulling himself into his wheelchair with the help of the wall and nearby chairs. His arms shook with the effort, but he refused to remain on the ground where Sebastian had left him.
Instead of torturing himself with the sound of their laughter and moans, he wheeled himself away, away from the door, away from the living room, into the vast expanse of the grand mansion's compound, where gleaming luxury cars stood lined.
"Where are you going, sir?" came a deep, masculine voice. It was his personal driver, hurrying toward him with concern written all over his face. "Shouldn't you be inside resting? It's about to rain."
"Just… go away," Gabriel muttered, his voice thick with despair. "I only want some fresh air."
"But sir, it's about to rain heavily," the chauffeur pressed, worry etching his brow. "You could go for a walk later, once the weather clears."
"I said get lost!!!" Gabriel snapped, anger flashing in his tear-drenched eyes. "Or better yet go inside and fuck my husband too! Just like that useless secretary of his. You're all the same!" His words trembled with venom and heartbreak as he wheeled himself forward, ignoring the driver's stunned silence.
The gates opened without question, the security guard didn't dare stop him, perhaps too afraid of his wrath. And so Gabriel rolled himself out of the compound and onto the rain-slick streets.
What am I supposed to do now? he thought bitterly, tears still streaming down his face. I have no friends. No family. Nothing. The only person I had left, my husband doesn't want me anymore.
The sky darkened above, heavy with clouds, and then the heavens broke open. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching him completely. The water soaked his hair, plastering it against his face, but he welcomed it. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes as the rain ran over him. His head had felt like it might explode moments ago, but now the cold rain numbed the pain, offering him the faintest relief.
People around him scattered, rushing to find shelter, raising umbrellas, ducking under shop awnings. But Gabriel stayed in the open, wheeling himself slowly down the street, embracing the storm as if it could wash away his agony.
As he approached the crossing, lost in his thoughts, his tears mixing with the rain, he failed to notice the blinding headlights approaching fast.
Screech~~~
The sound of tires ripping against wet asphalt tore through the night.