Her scars his obsession

Ava's POV

The door creaked open and the blood drained from my veins. Ethan was naked, slamming into not just any woman... but my step-sister.

"Ethan!" My voice mimicked the sound of a high mountain crumbling down, with raging thunder backing it up.

Pulling his hardened length out of her, he pushed his finger in and out of her before walking towards me with his dripping finger. He moved it towards my mouth and without thinking, my pale palm met his cheek with a force strong enough to turn his head to a whole new direction.

"Happy anniversary, wife," he chuckled at my despair while my step-sister, Ivana, only smirked in satisfaction when I held the wrap of the condom up.

"You couldn't even wait or leave our anniversary out of this, Ethan! How could you do this to me?!" I slapped his chest with blurry vision from my tears. Wasn't Ivana supposed to be tending to our father? Wasn't he planning a surprise? Haven't I done everything that I was supposed to do as a wife and as a woman crazily in love today and days before today? What then did I do to deserve this?!

"I'll suggest you take your filthy hands off of him," Ivana's cold and venomous voice stung me in my chest.

"He's my husband, how could you?" I spat, feeling like the earth should swallow her up already.

She just sat on the bed with her hands dancing and slowly caressing her bare body just to tick me off. I glanced over at Ethan at least to draw some sort of sympathy out of him, but his emotions towards me were as cold as ice, void as space and flat as a mirror.

"You wouldn't dare talk to her in that tone ever again, Ava," he sneered at me with disgust, crushing the part of my heart that's barely beating. "And I'm not your husband," he added with an intense gaze and clenched jaw. " I'm done with you, so get lost!"

Was it the hate in his eyes? The venom in my voice or the irritation that he exuded when he spoke to me? Everything made it clear that he was done? Everything made me question if it was truly the man I had grown to love.

I looked over to Ivana, trying hard to hold back the tears the second time, but it hurt. It hurt so bad that I felt their betrayal literally burning my skin, leaving my veins popping out and my complexion red.

"You will pay for this." I slammed the door in their faces and ran as fast as my feet could carry towards my car.

As long as I stayed within the premises, it became more difficult for me to breathe. It felt like the memory of them together drained down the air in my lungs and everything left for me to do was to run as fast I could.