Cheating wife's Despair

Abigail sat in her office late at night, staring out the large window at the city lights. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Samuel—now calling himself Red. The man she had tormented, controlled, and once thought was hers to crush, had changed into someone unrecognizable.

"What is he planning?" she whispered to herself. The image of him walking away from her, cold and distant, burned in her mind. The man who once begged for her attention now acted like she was nothing more than a stranger.

Suddenly, the sound of a faint tapping interrupted her thoughts. She turned sharply to the window and froze. There, standing on the ledge, was Samuel—or Red, as he now called himself. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, and a dark smirk played on his lips. Blood dripped down the side of his head, staining his jacket.

She quickly stood up. "Samuel! What are you doing here?"

He stepped inside, his boots echoing softly on the floor. "No need to pry into my life, Abigail. I thought I made myself clear."

Her eyes darted to the blood on his face, and for a fleeting moment, genuine concern crossed her expression. "You're hurt—"

Samuel cut her off with a sharp laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Spare me your fake concern. I'm not fragile, Abigail. Not like your pathetic Joshua."

Her fists clenched at the insult, but she didn't respond. She could feel his anger radiating off him like a storm.

Samuel's tone turned cold as he took a step closer. "Let me make something clear. Do not cross paths with me again. Whatever game you're playing, whatever schemes you have, I don't care. You're not worth my time."

Abigail's lips trembled, but she masked it with anger. "You can't talk to me like this! I—"

But before she could finish, Samuel smirked darkly and leaned closer, his voice low and mocking.

"By the way... you wouldn't happen to have any condoms lying around, would you? I might need them for my next... companion."

Her eyes widened in shock and fury. "How dare you—"

He straightened and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. My body count's been climbing lately. Turns out, I've had a lot of... pent-up energy."

He chuckled darkly before his eyes locked onto hers, cold and unforgiving. "You know, it's funny. I've been with more women now than the number of men you used to bring into our house. But don't worry."

Her voice was shaking now, a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Don't you dare—"

Samuel's smirk deepened, cutting her off.

"If you ever wanted me back, Abigail, I'd make sure you understood how I felt. I'd bring women into your house. Every day. And I'd make sure you heard every moan, every scream of pleasure." His voice turned sharp, like a knife twisting in a wound. "I'd show you exactly how it feels to be humiliated."

Abigail's face turned pale, her confidence crumbling as his words struck deep.

As he turned to leave, he paused at the window, his back to her.

"Oh, and one more thing. Why can't that pathetic Joshua seem to get you pregnant? Are you that infertile? Or are you just waiting for another man to give you what he can't?"

His words were a dagger to her pride, and she staggered back, speechless.

Samuel looked over his shoulder one last time, his expression indifferent.

"Stay out of my way, Abigail. You mean nothing to me now."

And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving her standing alone, consumed by the storm of emotions he had unleashed.

For the first time in years, Abigail felt powerless—and it terrified her.

The night air was thick with tension as Samuel walked through the empty streets, his thoughts still lingering on his confrontation with Abigail. His mind, like a whirlwind, spun with everything he had endured—the torment, the humiliation, the betrayal. But as he moved deeper into the city, his path took an unexpected turn.

Out of the shadows, he spotted two familiar figures: Joshua, Abigail's toy, and his sister Maria.

Maria's face contorted with anger as soon as she laid eyes on him. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her hand raised to slap him.

Samuel's reflexes were quicker. He caught her wrist mid-air, holding her in place with a cold, mocking smile.

"Such a pathetic woman," he sneered. "You really think you can slap me after everything you've done?"

Maria recoiled, but before she could retort, Joshua stepped in, trying to defuse the situation.

"Samuel, don't start with this now. You know it's because of—"

Samuel cut him off sharply, his patience worn thin.

"It's because I wouldn't leave Abigail's side. I refused to let her get the divorce, right?"

He took a step toward them, his eyes filled with bitterness.

"I'm tired of listening to your pathetic excuses. I told her to divorce me, but she wouldn't let me go."

His voice grew colder as he continued.

"And now you two are here, pretending like you have any power over me. But you don't. You can't even fathom the humiliation you've put me through. I'm still standing here, trying to find a way to live, despite all of it."

Joshua opened his mouth to argue, but Samuel raised a hand, silencing him.

With a mocking smirk, Samuel pulled out a set of papers from his jacket pocket and handed them to Joshua. "Here," he said, tossing the papers toward him.

"Take these. Get that woman's signature. I'm done with all of you."

Maria grabbed the papers, glaring at him with distrust.

"You're trying to play a game against us. You think we'll fall for this?"

Samuel chuckled darkly. "Oh, please. Put me out of my misery. I'm dying to get that divorce, more than you two will ever understand. The thought of Abigail and her pathetic lover being free to live their miserable lives while I rot in this mess? That's not something I want to watch anymore."

He turned to face them fully, his expression one of grim resolve. "Take these papers, Joshua. Go get your 'owner's' signature, and take her out of my life for good. It's the only thing that'll bring me peace."

Maria took a step back, still unsure of what to make of his words. But Joshua, despite his hesitation, took the papers from her hand.

"Fine, Samuel. I'll do what you want, but don't think this is over."

Samuel's smirk only deepened as he turned to leave.

"It never is, Joshua. But it will be for me. So take your papers and get out of my way."

With that, he walked away, leaving Maria and Joshua standing in stunned silence. The weight of his words hung in the air, and neither of them knew how to respond.

Samuel's journey had led him to this moment—no longer the man he once was, but something else entirely.

As he disappeared into the night, both Maria and Joshua realized, for the first time, just how far Samuel had fallen from the man they once knew. The game had changed, and they were no longer in control.