Ava
“ Good day ma'am,are you here to get anything for your husband? “ the saleslady asked as soon as I entered the shop. I frowned, was it always about my husband?
Well, it was.
“ Yes, he has to appear in court tomorrow and he's asked me to pick up one of your best suits for him” I replied. She smiled, as if to tell me ‘it's always about your husband’.
I sat in one of their waiting chairs and watched as she rummaged through the VIP section, looking for a suit for him.
I groaned. Being a housewife was tiring, I had to see to my husband's daily needs and make sure to attend every gala or gathering with him. As his trophy wife. Married to Mario Diaz for five years , I'd learned to be the quiet submissive wife he wanted. Satisfying his pleasure needs and being his trophy wife.
My family was drowning in debt at that time, to save them , Mario came along and even agreed to pay my younger sister's fees in exchange for my hand in marriage. I was 18 years and with no money to continue to college, I had to agree and allow my younger sister the privilege. Now at 23 and married for 5 years, Mario still believes I'm as good as a housewife, the ever submissive.
“ Is this okay? “ The lady came back smiling. I checked the price tag and gave her a weird smile. She knew what she was doing, picking the most expensive one would help her get more commission and since my husband was a billionaire , she would get a huge tip too.
“ It is” I was too tired to argue.
“ All right, let me put it in a bag for you,” she said, I handed Mario's credit card to her and three minutes later she was back with a huge smile on her face.
“ Thank you so much, miss, we hope to see you again “ she said, handing me the credit card and the suit.
“ Oh of course,you will,” I smiled back.
It wasn't a lie, my husband never wore his suit twice.
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“ Mario, I'm home! “ I yelled out. I was holding over six bags filled with groceries and dresses. Aside from Mario's suit, we'd been invited to a gala on Saturday so I had to shop for clothes for us too. With the groceries, Mario only preferred the ones I buy, so I stopped letting the maids buy them a long time ago.
I dropped the bags on the table and yelled again.
“ Mario! “
He was supposed to be home, he was resting for the big day tomorrow.
“ Adele!” I called out to the care taker. She appeared in no time.
“ You called Madam,” she said.
“ Have you seen my husband? Did he go out? “
“ No madam, he's been here the whole time, I would check the den for you”
“ No, don't worry, if he's here then it's fine I'll find him myself, arrange the groceries and bring the clothes up to my room”
“ Yes madam”
I turned to leave. I was contemplating giving up and resting my feet instead. The house was so huge that finding the den was almost a 10 minutes walk. He mostly retreats to his den to read a book or watch a movie in solitude, though he never invites me. Occasionally when he's feeling adventurous we have our sexual pleasures over there.
Despite his indifference, I've grown to love him a lot. He is my husband after all.
I was close to the den now so I refrained from calling him, I just opened the door and entered. It took me a few seconds to notice the figure on the side bed. My eyes were fixated on the cigarette. Mario doesn't smoke. Then I turned to the side bed.
Isabella lay naked as Mario pumped into her from the back, their moans disgusted me and sent a tear down my face. They haven't seen me yet.
“ Mario!”
The two separated, Isabella not bothering to cover herself or move away from Mario.
“ What are you doing in my den Ava? “ He yelled, looking ridiculous sitting on the bed naked, his member popping up unperturbed.
“ I came back from the store and I couldn't find you, Adele told me you might be here and this is what you're doing? “ I asked.
He chuckled. “ So? What are you going to do about it”
“ And you, is this how you repay my sacrifice? “ I turned to Isabella.
“ You were just a distraction Ava, Isabella was too young to be taken that's why I took you, now she's old enough”
“ How could you do this to me? “
“ It's not that deep ,sis, you can find something doing now”
“ What the hell are you two talking about?”
“ Your divorce papers are on the table,Ava, sign them and get the hell out of my house!”
