My Fcking Husband

Ayra’s POV

I almost cried here at the door of my husband's room because of the disgusting thing he's doing inside. He's having sex with another woman while I'm here, almost drowning in tears.

"Shh. I'm cumming. Don't shout," I heard him say inside. Really? Isn't this woman ashamed? She knows he's married! And my husband, he's so foolish too!

I leaned against the wall, crying. Damn it, I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't care, but somehow I still fell for him, even though this is how it is every day.

I'm also a fool. We're married, but it's just on paper. Our university doesn't even know we're married because we never paid attention. I mean, it's just him.

Sometimes, I feel like giving up on him because of the hurtful words he says and the physical pain he inflicts on me. When others hurt me, I fight back, but with this damn man, I don't know why I'm like this.

Yes, I love him, but every day, I pray for these feelings to disappear. I really want to get out of this situation.

"Bryxwell, babe..."

Another moan.

Then sex, I don't care what I see. I don't care what I hear.

But my heart cares. If you're both acting like fools because of me, what does that make me?

"Oh, my love Cassy."

I laughed a little. They say to listen to your parents because they always want what's best for you, but is this it? Is this really the decision my parents wanted for me? Maybe there's another option.

"You've been noisy for a while! Your voice is irritating!" he said.

I just stood up as the door suddenly opened. I wiped away my tears and bravely faced him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a frown.

I faked a smile. "Listening to music."

Then I left him. I secretly rolled my eyes.

To be continued...