HIS WIFE BY DEFAULT

An elegant woman dressed in a black knee length dress and red heels walked into the grandeur hotel all smiles. Her legs were slender, her steps poised. She looked at the text on her phone repeatedly and couldn’t help but smile.

Her husband had invited her for dinner at one of the biggest hotels in the whole of New York City. But that wasn’t why she was happy. She was happy because he finally took time out of his busy schedule to be with her.

She approached the front desk of the reception area, a bouquet of roses wrapped around her left arm. ‘’I’m here to see Jeffery don. What room is he in?’’

‘’I’m sorry ma’am. We can’t disclose any information about our client. Can I know who you are?’’ The receptionist replied politely.

‘’I’m Anna don, his wife’’ Anna said, acknowledging how professional the receptionist was in keeping her clients information confidential.

The receptionist face twisted. ‘’Wife? But he already came with—‘’

‘’It’s fine.’’ Anna interrupted. ‘’I know how the hotel’s policy works and I know you’re just doing your job. But I was invited by my husband. And I plan on surprising him. Is it okay if I get the key card to his room?’’ Anna continued, staring at her pleadingly.

The receptionist sighed, hesistantly pulling the key card to Jeffery don’s room before handing it over to Anna.

‘’Thank you so much! And please don’t let him know. Like I said, it’s supposed to be a surprise.’’ Anna added. She watched as the receptionist bobbed her head positively before turning and heading towards the elevator with the key card in hand.

Minutes later, she stepped into the 15th floor and headed for Room 10. Once she got there, she swiped the key card against the door and it opened.

She smiled, pulling the handle and entering the room.

But as she got inside the room, the sound of moans pricked her ears.

‘’Ah fuckkk…’’ Jeffery moaned, his balls slapping against marissa’s thighs as he plunged into her harshly.

‘’Yess! Harder..!’’ Marissa screamed, the pressure of his thrusts building up in her stomach. Her nails dug through his back as he fucked her senseless. Her eyes rolled with pleasure until it rested on Anna’s stunned figure. ‘’Anna?’’ She called out, not sure if she had seen right.

‘’What do you mean Anna? I’m fucking you and you’re moaning my wife’s name?!’’ Jeffery whisper-yelled, his thrusts not lessening regardless.

‘’No Anna.’’ Marissa said again, pointing towards Anna’s direction.

Jeffery turned his head, his eyes following her hand gestures. And when it landed on Anna, he pulled away from marissa quickly, bolting up to get his clothes.

‘’Babe! What are you doing here..?’’ He called out sweetly, heading over to her. His fly was still open, cum dripping from his dick as he approached her.

Anna backed away, tears stinging her eyes. ‘’Why did you ask me to come here?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Jeffery asked in confusion, trying to reach for her again but she stepped back.

‘’Is this what you wanted me to see? You wanted me to see you sleeping with my sister? Does this arouse you?!’’ Anna screamed, the tears already flowing uncontrollably.

‘’Babe what are you saying? Why would I do that? Why would I ask you to—‘’ Jeffery paused, turning his attention to Marissa who was still naked.

‘’Did you send a message to her on purpose?’’ Jeffery snapped, angrily staring at Marissa.

‘’So what if I did? She deserves to know that you don’t love her.’’ Marissa replied nonchalantly, gripping the sheets tightly. Sheets that did little to hide her huge bossom.

‘’Moreover…you should tell your ‘wife’ the truth. Instead of pretending like she ever meant a thing to you.’’ Marissa continued.

‘’Marissa stop it! Let me talk to my wife. We don’t need you sorting out our problems. Babyy—‘’

‘’What is she talking about?’’ Anna snapped, cleaning her tear stricken face. She looked towards her sister who now had a sly grin and then to her husband whose face had turned pale. ‘’Tell me. Now!’’

‘’It’s not what you think Anna. Don’t listen to her.’’ Jeffery tried saying but Anna was no longer paying attention to him. Her attention was now fixed on Marissa who pulled out a paper from her bag and stretched it towards her.

Anna pushed past Jeffery and took the paper, her eyes scanning it’s content. It was her marriage certificate. ‘’What am I supposed to do with this?’’

She asked, staring at Marissa in confusion.

‘’Read the clauses properly.’’

Anna stared at her warily but sighed, flipping through the paper until her eyes stopped at a particular part. ‘Party A (Anna joe) offers to give up all right and property owned to her to Party B (Jeffery don) after they get married.’

Anna’s eyes widened in shock. How could Jeff do that to her? Everything was starting to fall into it’s place. Jeffery only married her for her father’s property!

He had been her father’s manager when he was still alive. He must have known of his fortune and greedily married her so he could have it for himself. Her sister had been in on it too. Her step mother too! Everyone lied to her!

She crouched down in defeat, tears falling like a dam had broke. ‘’Why? Why did you do this to me?’’ She asked to no one in particular.

‘’Well… since you already know why I got married to you. Here..!’’ Jeffery spoke up, his facade dropping. He reached for his suitcase, pulling out a piece of paper.

He walked to where Anna was wallowing in self pity and threw it at her. ‘’Sign the divorce papers.’’

Anna raised her head, looking at him in disbelief. He lied to her, used her, ruined her and she was the one getting slammed with a divorce paper?! The same divorce paper that would make her lose everything she has including the property her late father left her.

Angered, Anna stood up, glaring daggers at Jeffery. She raised her hand and striked him across the face so hard, he had a nosebleed.

Jeffery cleaned his bloody nose as he glared daggers at her, stunned by her actions. He had never seen Anna this angry before.

Before her hand could collide with his face for the second time, he shoved her hands away, the impact coming stronger than he imagined.

Anna stumbled backwards, her head hitting the bed side table harshly. She could feel blood trickling down her head while her eyes were blurry, not just from tears but from dizziness.