ISABELLA
I was not a morning person, but ever since I became Mrs. Smith, duty has forced me to be. Or should I say, my devil of a mother-in-law has. If someone were to ask me to define evil, it would be simple: I would just point at that woman without batting an eye.
In the morning, any time of the day, or at night, it was "Isabella this" and "Isabella that." Coming to think of it, the woman was kind of obsessed with me.
Even now, with that wrinkled face of hers, she had the nerve to stand there and order me to clean a whole mansion, every single fucking room, like I was some robot that doesn't get tired. She knew very well I was supposed to attend an event with her son, my husband, later this evening.
But what could I do? I was the silent and obedient housewife to her, and I was not ready to ruin that image yet. Not until my time was up.
"Okay, Mother." I bowed my head lightly in respect, but that was only to hide my expression, which was turning darker with every word coming out of her goddamn mouth.
After I heard her walk away, still spouting whatever curses she had for me, I raised my head slowly and glared at the white wall a few meters away.
I really was tired of pretending. If not for the fact that I was bound by some shitty sheets of paper, I would have been out of here a long time ago, after making sure that woman never opened her trap again.
As those dark thoughts of how I would do it crossed my mind, I knew the outcome would be unpleasant. I shut my eyes and took a long, deep breath to calm myself down.
'Only three more days and I'll be out of here,' I chanted inwardly, hoping it would finally douse the flames shooting up through my body. I just had to endure this for three more days.
I was broken out of my reverie by the vibration of the phone in my jeans pocket. Without even checking, I could tell who was calling. The name Gabriel showed on the screen. Looking at it, I could already feel a headache coming on.
"Mm," I hummed, sounding uninterested as I picked up.
The other side stayed silent for a moment before he said, "I sent someone to deliver your dress for tonight. I'll come pick you up."
With that, he hung up. Well, good for him, because I was already itching to do the same the moment I answered.
"Just three days." I kept chanting those words to keep me from doing anything irrational. Usually, I was not this easily triggered by mere words. But lately, as the day of my departure neared, I seemed restless. Short-tempered. But I kept my anger in check.
~~~~~
The clock struck 6:00 PM. I stood at the door in the red dress Gabriel had sent. It was form-fitting with a slit reaching up to my upper thigh. The V-neckline showed my cleavage and the curve of my breasts.
My body was one in a million. Only one word fit, though it was still an understatement: perfect. My curves were enough to bring a man to his knees, pleading for a chance to fuck me. I was in love with myself if I must say.
It was not long before a familiar black Rolls Royce entered the compound. Finally, he was here.
I did not wait for an invitation. I stepped forward and walked over to the side I usually sat in whenever I was lucky enough to be in the car. Silently, I got in, buckled my seatbelt, and leaned back.
"Let's go," the deep voice of the man sitting beside me rang out, ordering the driver.
I shut my eyes and quickly locked myself into my own world, hoping the silence would not be disturbed. But that hope came crashing down when Gabriel spoke.
"How was your day?"
I did not open my eyes, despite being curious about the look on his face when uttered those words. This was new. In all the three years he and I had been married, the only words between us were:
"There's an event tonight." "Okay."
That was all. Unless we had to put on a show for others to see that everything between us was fine, including for his own mother. This sudden show of attention was strange. Nevertheless, I answered.
"It was okay." But he did not stop at that.
"I heard my mother gave you a hard time again."
I did not reply this time. I was not even sure where this conversation was leading.
"I will make sure she does not trouble you anymore. You can move into my mansion if you want."
A long silence followed in my head and between us. Had he forgotten? I slowly opened my eyes, but I didn't look at him.
"No need," I said. "The contract ends in three days, remember?"
I shut my eyes again and slipped back into my peaceful world. Luckily, this time, the man went completely quiet, which was very convenient for me, my sanity and his wellbeing.
~~~~~
Gatherings were not any of my interests since young. And so being among so many rich pretentious people really did not fit well for me. But I had to endure it for hours. My cheeks were already hurting from the fake smiles I would throw at whoever Gabriel wanted to greet.
By them time the clock hit 11pm, I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable and annoyed. Gabriel was speaking to some minister or something and in a low voice I excused myself.
I did not wait for his answer and quickly disappeared into the crowd trying to find my way out of ballroom, out of that suffocating place.
Luck was in my side as I quickly found a terrace that wad pretty empty. I was took a deep breath and another and another, before lounging myself onto the sofa that I first spotted.
"Finally," I sighed in relief saying to myself.
I took off my heels and pushed them to side and let my feet touch the cold floor. This was amazing. I quickly got comfortable and leaned on the chair to take a rest.
~~~
Whenever you hear the devil is at work to make sure you fall from a bad state into a miserable one, you should just die. Because not even half an hour had gone by before my comfort was disturbed.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I heard the click of heels approaching the terrace, followed by low murmurs.
"Isa..." I heard someone call, or rather, groan. It was a man's voice, and it sounded like he...
My thoughts were interrupted. "Fuck, Isa... Yes, I love the way you suck cock. Don't stop, baby."
Of all days, why did it have to be today that I witnessed a live blowjob? I glanced at the glass door leading to the terrace. It seemed the two of them had stopped just outside. It was dark, and I could not fully make out who they were, not that I would know them anyway, and all I could see were shadows.
"Oh shit... I'm coming, baby."
I wished I were deaf. I really did, because all those moans disgusted me to my core. I felt like puking.
"Fuck, yes..." The goddamn man groaned loudly to my displeasure. I could tell he had just reached his peak. Good. At least they would finally fucking leave me alone now.
But as I said, the devil had vowed to make my life a living hell. Because then the man opened his mouth again. "I'm going to fuck you, Isa. I want to be inside you so fucking bad."
Seconds later, the door to the terrace swung open and the two shadows moved closer. The woman was bent over, and the man was balls-deep inside her.
But that was not the worst part. As the two of them moved into the light, the city glow finally shone on their faces. There was my husband fucking some woman I did not even know. And all I could think of at that scene was, extremely disgusting.