A Futile Revenge

|CHAPTER ONE|

"CATHERINE!!" I heard my husband scream from the living room. And because of the fear that he might beat me again, I quickly went to the living room.

When I got to the living room, I suddenly dropped the spoon I was carrying, since I was cooking in the kitchen.

My husband is drunk, based on his appearance while kissing another woman.

I was stunned. Both of the woman's arms are wrapped around my husband's neck while my husband's left hand is wrapped around the butterfly's waist.

My hands clenched in anger.

I can't do anything, because he will surely beat me again when I find out about his girls.

Both sides of my eyes are burning. I want to cry because of the anger and pain I feel right now.

when tears fell from my eyes I immediately dried them with my palm.

I was about to turn around when my husband stopped kissing his girl and looked at me.

My face was blank and I was still embarrassed.

he withdrew his hand wrapped around his woman's waist, and faced me.

"Have you cooked?" He asked coldly.

I nodded and looked at his wife who didn't even remove her arms from wrapping around my husband's neck.

I wanted to rush at the girl and tweak it, but I stopped myself.

I looked away and picked up the spoon I dropped earlier.

"I-I'm just going to prepare the table, so you can eat," my voice rasped.

"Hey thank you! I'm really hungry too. please hurry up!" My husband's wife said happily with a playful smile on her lips.

"Let's just wait, Chesca." My husband said and they went back to what they were doing earlier.

So I turned my back completely and started to prepare so that they could eat his naughty girl.

AFTER I prepared the table, I immediately went to the living room, to call them, and to eat.

"E-ethan. The p-food is ready." I'm with my husband.

He and his girl stood up from sitting on the sofa and walked towards the table.

I followed them silently.

they immediately sat down and started eating.

I poured their glasses of juice, then was about to leave in front of them when Ethan spoke.

"Where are you going?" He asked in a cold voice, and didn't even look at me.

"Just in the bedroom." I answered him in a low voice.

He didn't answer and continued eating again. I just bowed and started walking towards my room.

When I entered the room, I immediately locked it and leaned against the door as tears continued to flow down my face.