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Ignoring her soft whimpers behind me, I stepped out into the hallway in search of Noemi. She should be up by now, and I know she was most likely pissed the fuck off. Creeping down the hallway, I made my way to the main bedroom. Stepping inside, I frowned in confusion at the scene before me.

“What the fuck did she do in here?” I mumbled as I walked over to the bed. I remember directing my staff on the plan to deck the room out in roses and balloons. The roses were now scattered about on the floor instead of the bed. My silky black sheets looked as if something had been spilled all over them. The balloons were deflated slightly as if the room was heated.

“Is this my Gucci shirt?” I picked it up from the floor, giving it a whiff. “Why does this smell like?—”

Suddenly, chills began to form all over me as I looked from the shirt to my disheveled sheets. Stepping closer, I placed my nose on the crusted area in the middle of my bed. My eyes widened as the familiar smell of semen invaded my nostrils.

In haste, I made my way over to our walk-in closet and noticed that none of her clothing was disturbed. Noemi was playing a dangerous game with me. For her sake, she’d better not have done what my mind was leading me to believe.

Leaving the room, I searched my entire home on a hunt for my wretched bride. I called her phone repeatedly, only to get her voicemail. My blood began to boil in anger at the realization that she’d left. Going into my downstairs office, I took a seat at mydesk and began reviewing footage from last night to see when she’d made her leave.

I watched as she and I first arrived and entered the dining area. Not long after, the camera captured someone walking past the sitting room, headed for the stairs. Shrugging it off, I knew it was one of my staff members or one of the hired workers preparing for the evening. I sat and watched in disappointment as the festivities began. Drugs, women, and alcohol could be seen all over the place. If Noemi came down and saw the type of party I was having, I can only imagine how pissed she must have been when it was supposed to be a celebration for us. However, none of the cameras caught my wife coming down during the party. Switching to the main bedroom cameras, I watched as Noemi entered the room. There was no space in this home that was not monitored twenty-four seven, and today, I was thankful for the earlier decision.

“Who the fuck is that?” I spoke to myself as a shadowed figure came onto the screen. I adjusted the volume so I could hear what they were saying. “I know that’s not who the fuck I think it is…”

Leaning closer to the screen, I stared as if what I was seeing would change. I watched and listened as that bitch-ass nigga she swore was just a friend began to kiss her, eat her pussy, and fuck her on a bed we were to share. The way she cried out and responded to his body pissed me off to where all I could see was red. I listened to her holler out for him as he fucked her for over an hour on my oversized bed.

She wept as he fucked her in my house.

She panted as he fucked her under my own fucking nose.

How dare she give away what was meant for me?

“I’m going to kill her.” I gritted my teeth as I removed my Beretta from my desk drawer. “I’m going to kill them both.”

I couldn’t take my eyes away from how her pretty face scrunched up as he took her body to ecstasy. Noemi had fucked up, and I was going to make her pay. Once it was over, I watched as he peered over her as she caught her breath. The love for her was evident in his eyes as he cleaned his dick with my expensive T-shirt. I looked on as the evidence of their love-making seeped onto my sheets.

“Chandler, we need to talk…” Ginny whined as she entered my office. “I’m not leaving until we do.”

I paid her no attention as my system went to another camera capturing, showing them hand in hand, leaving out of my front door. Noemi was braver than I thought.

“Wow…” Ginny giggled as she came and stood behind me. “I guess you both spent your wedding night getting fucked by someone else.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, causing me to push her off. “What the fuck is your problem, Chandler?”

“You!” I shouted as I stood from my desk. “I am sick and tired of all you bitches not knowing your place. You all think I’m a joke—someone you can laugh at and play with.” I turned to face her, and she was already backing away in fear. “It’s time I show all you hoes who the fuck I am!”

“Chandler, baby, wait.” She held her hands out as she tried to back out of the room. “I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who called me over last night, remember? We were supposed to talk about the baby.”

Baby? Oh, fuck no.

Dropping my eyes to her stomach, there was a slight roundness that peeked from under her dress. She and I had been fucking around for a few weeks. She came to me saying Noemi wasn’t half the woman she was and didn’t know what to do with me. I knew she was on some shady shit, but that didn’t have shit to do with me. Scenes from the day before flashed through my mind when she told me she was pregnant, as I had securityescort her from the church. I probably called her over after I’d gotten so high off my own product last night, knowing she’d let me fuck her any way I wanted.

Ginny was a problem—one I no longer wanted or needed.

“The baby?” I chuckled as I took steps toward her. “It’s going to die right along with you.”

As she screamed for help, I grabbed her by her hair before she could run out of the room. Shooting her once in the stomach, followed by a shot to her temple, I watched as her body hit the ground. Peering down at her lifeless frame, flashes of Noemi came to mind. She’d fucked up royally, and everyone would feel my wrath until she was back home with me.

“Mr. Gourneau! Is everything…” my main housekeeper yelled as she entered the room. She’d been working for me for years now and had seen a lot of shit in this house. “…I will get someone on this right away.”

“Wait!” I called out to her, stopping her in her tracks. “Come here…”

Walking her over to my computer screen, she watched as I showed her Noemi and that nigga Skip leaving my house.

“How did this nigga enter and leave my home without anyone knowing? Through my front door at that? With my fuckin’ wife?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered as she looked at the screen. “I’m sorry. He must have?—”

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