“Ohh fuck! You make me feel like a man, unlike my cripple wife that can’t even get it up”
My husband moaned amidst thrusts, buried deep between our maid’s legs.
I froze by the door as I watched them shamelessly making love to each other while I and my newborn were left unattended.
“I’ll ride you now. Let me show you what you’ll get every day once we get rid of Alice tomorrow,” Mia giggled as she led my husband to the bed and got on top of him.
“Get rid of me tomorrow? What’s going on?”
I thought to myself as I shook with fright, realizing that I had not only caught my husband cheating on me with our maid but also the fact that they were going to kill me tomorrow. Me?
I was shocked. Why would Wesley want to kill me? I literally gave up my life for him. I’m just lucky to be alive till now… barely.
I could have died at the mall three months ago when I threw myself in front of a gun meant for him because he messed with some really dangerous people.
And this was how he repaid me?
He was a gambler, a tragic one at that. I picked him up and cleaned him, gave him a job at my father’s company, and made him promise that he would never go back to that life.
Our life and marriage were great until I found out three months ago that he had relapsed after I took three bullets for him.
I was so broken that I could barely move my hands, the only part of my body left mobile beside my neck.
Tears streamed down my face as I forced myself to leave there and attend to my baby crying bitterly in the nursery.
It shattered my heart that I couldn’t even carry my baby. I was paralyzed and helpless. What kind of a mother was I? I couldn’t do anything right!
I just patted his back as I fed him baby formula, wishing I could hold him properly in my arms. My poor baby deserved more, but I couldn’t even produce breast milk for him anymore.
I couldn’t stop crying as I replayed the scene in my head and it dawned on me that I was very replaceable. Wesley showed the fact that he saw me as a liability and couldn’t stand me. He always treated me with love and utmost care, almost like his love for me increased after I saved his life.
But I couldn’t blame him, after giving birth to my baby eight months ago, I had to battle postpartum depression, which made me unavailable to my husband in the bedroom, but he understood perfectly and never complained. Just when I was recovering, I had that accident that turned my life upside down.
So, I didn’t blame him for satisfying his needs, but I didn’t understand why he wanted to kill me.
“Maybe he wants to send me away tomorrow, to be free of a cripple’s needs,” I said to myself.
It was really cruel that I found some kind of comfort in that, Wesley and Mia couldn’t possibly be plotting to kill me, there were a thousand and one meanings to the phrase “get rid of,”
As if disrespecting our matrimonial bed and leaving me alone in the living room wasn’t enough, they carried their frolicking to the nursery, kissing and moaning just in front of the door.
I adjusted my wheelchair and hid by a corner so they wouldn’t see me.
I could see Wesley’s butt, he was wearing the Zimmerli boxers I gifted him on our one-month anniversary as a married couple.
I felt my heart squeeze, he was only supposed to wear that in our bedroom, with me!
“We can just take baby Aidan as ours when she dies tomorrow. It’ll be such a noble thing for me to do,” Mia sneered and Wesley chuckled.
“I can’t wait to officially make you mine. I can’t stand that cripple hag anymore. She’s lucky I love our son, else, I would have sent him to the same fate as his mom,” Wesley replied with a long hiss.
There it was, the truth I had fought hard to ignore. They really were going to kill me tomorrow. What do I do?
I panicked and shook in fear that I didn’t know when Aidan’s feeding bottle fell from my hand and hit the floor.
Hearing that, they panicked.
“What was that sound?” Wesley asked.
“I’m not sure. It can’t be Alice though, I increased the dose of the poison tonight, to finish her off tomorrow,” Mia said.
“Poison?! They’ve been poisoning me all along?!”
