Chapter 7 AMAZING HUSBAND

KATRINA'S P O V

I suddenly felt the familiar sharp pain in my heart, as though someone had been squeezing it, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it repeatedly.

As I pushed the door open to its widest with my shaky hand, Cohen finally noticed me, and the next thing he made really took me by surprise. He moved harder on top of the woman, his hard shaft pushing in and out of her which made her moan loudly. Her breath coming into pants, chest heaving up and down, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

My gaze traveled from her face all the way down to her hands, which were wrapped around my husband’s broad shoulders, her nails digging into his back as she screamed in pleasure and utter delight.

‘‘Fuck, Cohen!’’ She moaned once more, completely unaware to the fact that she was being watched because her eyes were fixed on him. Cohen continued to drive his dick in and out of her wet pussy, slower but harder, then faster and sloppier. His balls hitting her pussy with a smacking sound that was very unpleasant to the ears.

The sight was so revolting that it made me feel sick to my stomach and I wanted to throw up.

‘‘More!’’ the woman breathed out against Cohen as she looked at him like a lovesick puppy, and he gladly complied, pounding in her harder and thrusting his dick further into her while watching my reaction with a sneer. ‘‘Oh my, God!’’

The room was filled with the sound of them groaning and moaning, and I did nothing but stand there and watch them in disdain until they were finished.

My eyes shifted to the woman’s face, and I noticed that she looked like a doll. A fake doll.

Her false eyelashes were extremely long, and her nose was perfectly shaped to be narrow and straight. Her cheeks which looked like they were painted in pink, and her big bow-shaped lips made her look like she was dumped in make-up.

Finally, they were done, and Cohen slowly pulled out of her with a gasp. ‘‘That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life, honey…’’ the girl commented, giving him a sultry look, but he ignored her, and made his way over to where I was standing.

The woman’s eyes widened upon seeing me as if she’d seen a ghost. She swiftly jumped off the bed and fled as fast as she could in the bathroom, her large breasts bouncing as she went.

Suddenly, my focus shifted back to Cohen, who was now standing in front of me in all of his naked magnificence, and I stared at his face with eyes that were blazing with rage.

So, this was the reason why he asked me to come here in the first place. To humiliate me even more, and showing me how he had sexual intercourse with a whore.

What an amazing husband he was!

I was so furious that I clenched my teeth together and opened my mouth to yell at him, but there were no words came out of my mouth. My hand didn’t even want to move to slap him. I just clenched them at my sides in fists, taking a deep breath as I tried to calm myself. I slowly turned around and was about to leave, but his voice stopped me from doing so.

‘‘Who the fuck you were with last night?’’ he demanded angrily, and I became completely still.

How did he get the information that I spent last night with a man? He seemed to be watching my every move, didn't he? But why is that? Observing what he was doing at this very moment made it very obvious that he does not give one iota of consideration to the fact that I am his wife.

I slowly turned around to face him. ‘‘Oh, so you are concerned about me now?’’ I mocked, but my voice contained a hint of terrible wrath that I was feeling, a deep drowning in the rage of the betrayal and treachery that I had received in return for the love that was unadulterated and unwavering. ‘‘You still have the nerve to act as though you care about me!’’

To my surprise, he chuckled, his shoulders shaking as he did so. ‘‘Who told you that I care for you?’’ he scoffed, and my stomach dropped at his words. ‘‘Someone just told me that you were in a bar last night, enjoying, drinking, partying…’’

‘‘Oh, yeah…’’ I smiled interrupting him, crossing my arms over my chest. ‘‘I want you to know that I spent the night with a handsome and rich man at the hotel just above the bar…’’

And Cohen's eyes darkened almost immediately after I said those words, and he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. I winced in pain because of how tightly he was holding it. ‘‘Who is that man?’’ he repeated, his voice growling with rage. ‘‘Who were you with last night, Katrina? Tell me! Damn it!’’

I jerked his hand away with all the energy that was left in my body, and then took a few steps back to get some distance between us so that he wouldn't have a chance to hurt me again. ‘‘Since you don't give a damn about me anyhow, Cohen, it’s none of your business!’’

The fury that I saw on his face brought a trace of satisfaction to me, but it wasn't quite enough to make up for how I felt. I wanted him to be held accountable for everything that he had done to me and pay for it!

But how…

I was too coward to do that.

‘‘It’s my business because you are still my wife!’’ Cohen roared, and I took another step back. I inhaled a few deep breaths before I turned around and fled.

‘‘Katrina! Come back here! I’m not done with you yet!’’ I heard him shout as I descended down the stairs. ‘‘Katrina! You’re still my wife, you have to remember that!’’

When I reached the main door, I pulled it open with all my strength. I could feel that my legs were starting to weaken, but I couldn’t stop here. I don’t want to stay here anymore. The more I stay here in this house, the more it was difficult for me to breathe.

I wasn’t just running away from that house, but also from all the agony, betrayal, and deceit that Cohen was inflicting upon me, but then I came to an abrupt stop when a car unexpectedly passed in front of me, and I was dangerously close to being hit by it.

My knees gave out from under the strain of too much shock, and the conflicting feelings that I was experiencing, caused me to fall to the ground.