My Ex Husband Is A Fraud

ISABELLE’s POV

The timer beeped, signaling that my cake was done. I took it out of the oven, letting the golden-brown beauty

cool on the rack. A smile spread across my face as I gazed at my handiwork. Today marks one year since I and Roger got married and I couldn't wait to celebrate our anniversary together.

I glanced at the wall clock, it was already 5 PM. Roger will soon be on his way home which means I need to quickly finish up with the cake so I can shower and get dressed for him.

I sighed a sigh of relief after I finished with the icing. I removed my apron in a swift and hurriedly made my way to the stairs taking two at a time with my feet barely in contact with each step as I bound upward. I got to the room, took off my clothes, and went straight to the bathroom to shower.

I looked at all the dresses hung in my closet but couldn't decide what to wear. I pushed aside the hangers one by one before stumbling on the red fitted dress Roger bought me on my birthday. With a wide grin on my face, I sighed, this is perfect I thought to myself.

I checked my phone to find out how much time I had left, 6: 30 PM. I screamed at myself. I sat in front of my makeover mirror as I applied a little makeup on my face. I rounded up everything with a mild pink blush on my cheeks and went on with my setting spray. Perfect, I winked at myself.

After styling my hair, I quickly put on my dress, pairing it with a black-colored heel. I checked myself out in the mirror, and a feeling of uncertainty engulfed me. I hope he likes how I look. I drafted a short text to Roger saying I can't wait to see him. I waited for a few minutes but didn't get any reply back. He must be busy.

I made my way downstairs, setting the table and lining up different dishes I had prepared. I took a glimpse of the clock, 8 PM. What is taking him so long to come back? I checked my phone to see if he had sent me a message but didn't see anything from him.

Roger was the best decision I ever made, after losing my parents on my 18th birthday, and my only uncle Wilbur 5 years after my parents' death, Roger has always been there for me. I love him so much and I know he loves me as much as I do. Uncle Wilbur was against my relationship with Roger, the reason being that he didn't think he could trust Roger with me. But I couldn't care less, what matters is that I love him and want to be with him.

I jolted up at the sound of the alarm ringing, I had fallen asleep while waiting for Roger. I got anxious because Roger had never been late before. I know he started staying out late because of work sometimes, but he should have made our anniversary an exception.

I called him several times but he wouldn't pick up, and a cold shiver ran through my spine. Negative thoughts began to fill my head. What if something bad had happened to him on his way home? I clenched my fist as I went out and boarded a taxi to his office. While on my way to his office, I kept calling and he still wasn't picking up. My heart raced with so much intensity that this had never happened before.

I got to his office building and headed straight to his office but he wasn't there. I ran a hand through my hair confused about what to do next. Immediately I remembered Roger had a room in the office building where he took naps in between office hours.

I gathered myself together and went to check on him there. I paused at the entrance of the room as I heard moaning sounds coming from the room. I stood there hoping it was someone else and not Roger. I opened the door and to my surprise was Roger having sex with his secretary Sophia.

Despair came crashing, I stood there for a few seconds and they didn't even notice me. Tears filled up my eyes as I quickly sniffed trying to hold them from falling. Roger noticed me but couldn't care less as he continued with his show of affection and lust for his secretary.