Empire Of Sin Chained To Him

    IMOGEN'S POV

Rome was supposed to be our clean slate- a turning point in our marriage, but I felt loner than I had ever been in my years of being married to my husband.

I shut my eyes tight trying to drown their voices in my head but it was hard. He had done it again just like the last time and the other times.

I opened my eyes watching as the tears stained my cheeks and the mascara ran through my face.

Pathetic, I thought to myself.

I looked myself in the mirror, and my reflection was quiet as usual, after all it was a blank canvass waiting for me to smear more make-up to paint across the tear- stained skin. I sighed heavily, wiping away another tear with the back of my hand.

I've told myself to stop crying because I was getting frustrated at the tears that kept streaming down my face. I couldn't believe he had done it again.

Well, scratch that, I could believe it. But it stung as if it was a new thing.

How dare him? I said to myself, looking at the reflection, hoping for some answer. But silence filled the room as my reflection stood looking at me while waiting for more makeup.

The first time I had caught him cheating was at his company's party with his secretary. I had stumbled in on them fucking in his office- they were just so horny that they could not hold it in till everybody had gone.

They were both shocked to had seen me but I was the one who just stood there, barely moving. Then he quickly adjusted his pants as he headed towards me, but just then I had the courage to leave.

At home, I could barely get a word out; rather I sat on my bed crying- then my bedroom's door slammed hard.

"Still crying?" Perry's voice was low and bored. "Jesus, Imogen. Do you ever stop?"

I turned, my eyes filled with disbelief as he stood in his expensive suit, loosened tie, phone still in his hand. He didn't even bother looking ashamed.

"You promised me, Perry," I whispered, my throat raw. "You said you wouldn't do this, didn't you?" I tried to keep my voice steady but it betrayed me.

He scoffed, sliding his phone into his pocket. "I'm always here, aren't I? I always come home to you, so that alone should make you grateful."

"Grateful?" My voice cracked. "For getting cheated on? I am your wife-"

"Careful." His eyes sharpened, warning me. He stepped closer, his hand gripping my chin hard enough to make me flinch. "Don't start this, Imogen. It was just sex and everything I do is for us."

I swallowed the bitter taste of his lie. "What?" I my forehead squeezed as I tried to understand how fucking another woman was for us.

"No, Perry. Everything you do is for you."

His smile was thin, dangerous. He released me with a shove that forced me back against the counter. "You should clean your makeup, fix your face. You look... messy." He adjusted his cufflinks, already done with me. "I'll be back later. Don't wait up."

A tear streaked down my face, bringing me back to this very moment.

I shook my head gently, trying to get rid of all the negative thoughts that were running through my mind. I had been through enough and at this point what I needed to do was to leave.

I just needed to find a way to survive the next few months and then maybe I could try to forget everything I have lost.

My career, my family, money, him, everything.

It seemed like a lot for one person to lose but one thing was certain I wasn't doing this marriage with him anymore.

This was the very last straw for me. I was just very tired of the unending cycles of lies, cheating, deceit, and tears. I deserved more, so much more.