Page 182 of Falling for the Wife

Who was the father? Was it Anton’s? Mine? Or another man’s? God help me, but how many men was she having an affair with?

“Were you pregnant when we got together?” I had to ask such cutting questions, or she wouldn’t provide me the answers. She certainly didn’t seem like she wanted to say anything at all; thus angering me all the more. “Fucking answer me, Kimberly!” I thundered, quaking with fury. “Were you pregnant when you had sex with me?” I spat the question again, letting her know that I wasn’t willing to drop the bloody subject. Not in this lifetime.

She reluctantly nodded, confirming everything I needed to know.

I felt like my heart was being lacerated with a blunt knife. “You filthy, lying whore!” Disappointment filled me, amongst other things. At one point, I thought her different than the others. Her selfish actions simply proved that most women were alike.

Hot tears welled in her eyes as she directed a pleading look at me. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something, warned you—”

“Warned me?” I yelled at her, beyond livid that she ought to “warn me.” The absurd thought made me laugh. I wouldn’t have needed one had she simply outright told me the truth. But, no, she had to be a secretive bitch about her life.

“I didn’t think it mattered that much. I’m just one of many…”

Was this her excuse to treat me as if I was nothing, as if my feelings shouldn’t be taken into account? One thing I hated more than anything was to be taken for a fool. She had done this and then some.

“And where did you get that notion, huh?” I derided brusquely. “The tabloid magazines?”

“No. I don’t read that kind of trashy gossip.”

“Where then?” She was going in circles, endlessly frustrating me.

“It doesn’t matter, Luca. Whatever the reason I had, things already happened, and it can’t be undone. You need to get over this,” she heartlessly stated, making me harbor more hate towards her. “I’m sorry I bruised your ego—I truly am—but there’s nothing I can do now. I’m married and expecting my first child. Leave it be—leavemebe.” She threw me one last look before she almost ran towards the hotel door, practically tripping as she did so, while I stared after her, feeling more lost than I had before speaking to her.

This was the kind of harrowing experience I had dreaded ever since I had vowed never to get romantically involved with a woman. Then this woman had come along, making me change my tune, changing my mind before I even realized it. She stole everything she could, robbing me of the man I once was, before she decided to shit on my life, leaving it empty and lifeless.

And here she was, once again breaking every ounce of resolve I had left to keep my sanity in check.

My plan had backfired, spinning my world into a desolate, foreign place.

Sei

I was so shaken with anger I didn’t know what to do. Not trusting myself to be around people or to even go behind the wheel of my car, I found myself staying put in the garden, sitting below the tree as my mind flashed back to our encounter minutes ago, still viciously reeling from her explosive baby revelation.

She was with child…

All along, she had been carrying another man’s child while she was giving herself to me. She had most likely been oblivious to the fact, but the moment her pregnancy was confirmed, she immediately took action. No wonder she had to cut me out of her life as harshly as she had. What else could she do? Still, she could have done it without leaving me in such a bewildered state.

I had channeled all of my hatred into wanting to hurt her, yet seeing that it would also affect an innocent party had made me think twice. Accepting defeat wasn’t necessarily my strongest suit; in this case, though, I just might have to.

Nothing was to be done on that front.

Backing down wasn’t my forte, but for tonight, I only wanted to erase the memory of her confession from my mind. Even if for just a few hours, the necessity to simply get lost in sexual pleasure was severe.

I sought solace in a different sense. The infuriating need to be validated as a man was imperative more than ever. Therefore, I drove myself to visit one of my favorite haunts—a member’s only gentleman’s club that was known for its grand debauchery.

Blondes. I desperately needed to surround myself with fair haired women, no brunettes in sight.

Intoxicated and playfully aroused, I went with my usual women: Stasia, Cara, and Tori. All three had different hues of blue eyes, pouty lips, and endless legs. They brought me into the room exclusively designed in black and Roman red. Stasia, the bossy one, gingerly led me towards the red, circular day cushion, pushing me hard and enabling me to fall backwards. Cara and Tori devilishly grinned before they came to join me, stripping me of my clothing, piece by piece.

“Stasia, per favore, dance for me,” I commanded as I felt a hand take hold of my cock, feverishly stroking it.

“Anything for you, Luca.” Stasia winked at me then reached for the remote to play some seductive music to sway her delectable body to.

One diligently catered to my length while the other busied herself with toying, licking, and nipping my balls. And the prettiest one out of the three was giving me a striptease, frolicking about the metal pole, all for my enjoyment.

This was what I needed to regain my composure. It was a necessary process to make me feel alive, because what had happened tonight had truly fucked me inside out. All of my escalating emotions had taken a nosedive the moment her secret had been revealed, leaving me in despair.

Could I move past this? I had never been rejected in such a fashion that my pride and ego couldn’t easily recover from. It felt invasive, personal, and for the very first time in my life, the thought of tomorrow brought nothing except anguish.