My Desire of Vengeance

Ava's pov

As I walked home from the store, just a few blocks away, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

Julian had been distant lately, and i had been trying to brush it off as stress from work. But the silence between us had grown thicker.

I pushed open the door, calling out ''Hey, I'm home!" but the response was not what I expected.

"Harder baby!" a loud scream echoed from upstairs and I frowned.

I wondered who was having sex in my house at this hour. I approached the direction where the sound was coming from.

"I'm about to cum, daddy," a female voice said, I placed my ear against the door to hear clearly.

"Cum for daddy," my husband commanded and I pushed the door open.

My world came crashing down around me. I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes fixed on the scene before me.

My husband, Julian and a woman, lay naked in our bed, wrapped in each other's arms. The pain and betrayal cut deep.

"Julian!" I yelled in a shaky voice and his mistress smirked. Julian avoided my gaze, my chest tightened and tears stung my eyes.

I couldn't process what I was seeing. How could he do this to me? To us? We had built a life together, or so I thought.

"How could you do this to me? To us?" I demanded, trying to hold back my tears. His mistress laughed.

"You don't have to be jealous, Ava. You are getting a divorce from him today," she said.

I felt a pang of sadness and betrayal. Divorce? He was going to throw away what we shared for five years because of her?

"Julian, this is a prank right? We are not getting a divorce, we work through this," I said weakly, pain evident in my voice.

"This marriage is over, Ava," Julian said with no emotion on his face. His mistress kissed him and I felt a surge of anger.

"What did I do to you? I tried to make this marriage work but you are willing to throw away what we had for five years for her," I pointed out.

I was pathetic, here I was begging a man who clearly doesn't love me anymore.

If we divorced, I had no where to go. We had been together for five years.

My family was killed by a mafia Lord because of debts. Julian found me on the streets.

He loved me despite his tough exterior and his position as a mafia leader.

He was gentle with me when we first met. I fell helplessly in love with him and he did too. That was when we got married.

Our marriage was blissful until two years ago when Julian became focused on having an heir.

I tried all my possible best to get pregnant but all efforts were unsuccessful. That was when the distance grew between us.

I ignored the signs, the text messages, suspicious late nights and whispered phone calls.

I believed I could make the marriage work but I was wrong. He doesn't love me anymore because I couldn't provide him an heir.