NAYA'S POV

“Hi, I'm here to see my husband, Ivan. I heard he is in this hotel, could you please tell me his room number?” I said politely to the hotel receptionist who looked Me up and down, obviously annoyed at my approach.

I didn't care about her contempt, I was more concerned about the information I asked about Ivan Anderson, my husband.

“He's not here, and please, I would really appreciate you don't disturb me further.” She replied to me airily, and then I caught her name from her name tag.

“Lily, please. I know he's here in this hotel; I told you I'm his wife, and I wish to see him.” I pleaded but she ignored me and typed away on her computer instead.

Then, I resolved to show her the fruit basket I brought for Ivan to plead with him to come home. He hasn't been home for days and I wanted him back to me.

“Here, look. I brought him some fruits, he likes to take them by this time.” I said with a small smile on my face as she glared at me for a moment.

“Wait a minute; you mean to tell me that my very own Mr. Ivan Anderson loves to take fruits at night? Huh? You know what annoys me even more?” Lily continued to shoot daggers at me.

“It's the fact that a low life like you keeps parading to be his wife, how shameless can you get?” Lily hissed at me but what mattered to me was Ivan. I wanted to see Ivan.

“I'm not lying to you, I'm telling the truth. How else can I prove to you that I am Ivan Anderson’s wife?” I was starting to lose my cool but I tried to hold it in.

This counts as the twentieth time in five days that I'm always hanging in the lobby without being allowed to see Ivan.

“You dare spew his name like that? And in front of me?” She raised her voice a bit at me as I noticed a couple of stares at our director. My husband.

“I told you already, I…” I was interrupted by Ivan Anderson’s entry into the building.

I spun around to confirm his entry.

For everyone else, he is the most successful and the most powerful man in the state. With his several bodyguards and his intimidating look, he is the Director of ANDERSON ENTERPRISES and soon-to-be CEO of his father's company.

“So cool..” I heard myself say as he approached my direction.

But as for me, Ivan Anderson is the most handsome and the sexiest man on earth. And I love him, despite being married off to him, an arrangement made by our both parents.

“Mr Anderson.” Lily blushed at the sight of him and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her.

That's what Ivan does, he makes heads turn and cores wet. Including mine.

“What's going on here?” He asked Lily without looking at me.

“I wanted to see you, I brought you some fruits,” I said as I presented it for him to see.

That was when he noticed my presence. I thought I'd get a smile of appreciation but he shot me a glare instead.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you that I don't want to see you?” Ivan spoke rudely at me and I saw from the corner of my eyes that Lily was clearly amused by his response to me.

But I wasn't ready to drown in embarrassment, so I tried to play along and tried to cover up the shame that threatened to sink me.

“Don't be like that, Ivan. I know you like to take fruit, that's why I brought some for you. Besides, I haven't been allowed to see you for days and I miss you.” I whispered the last part as he glared at me even more.

“You weren't allowed to see me because I gave a specific instruction not to let you in, so go home and stop making a fool of yourself!” He seethed and made to walk away from me.

“But I'm your wife!” I countered. Then he stopped in his tracks and spun on his heels to look at me. He looked obviously disgusted but it didn't mean anything to me because I ignored it, all of it.

I watched Ivan close the distance between us as he leaned in to whisper to my ears.

“Have you seen yourself? You obviously don't deserve to be called an Anderson, and maybe we're married in the eyes of our both parents but not in mine…” He paused. “So I'd advise you save yourself the embarrassment and leave me the fuck alone!” He breathed out as I shivered from his breath on my skin.

He looked at me and a satisfied smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

He walked away from me and I trembled under the scrutinizing gaze of the disgusted faces that surrounded us.

“Ivan…” I mumbled under my breath, in a way to plead with him to not put me down like this.

“Or…” He stopped again in his tracks as he turned to face me yet again. He glanced at Lilly who looked like she would rather kiss his ass and feet in appreciation for looking her way.

“You can let her in after 30 minutes.” He said to Lily as I bit my lip hard, intending to draw blood.

“Noted, Mr Anderson.” She responded as she smiled at me with satisfaction evident on her face.

Ivan didn't walk away without glaring daggers at me. I just stood there with the fruit basket, a recipient of crazy rumors, and disgusted expressions.

All I could think of was not necessarily the sea of embarrassment that I drowned in, but the time that slowed and kept me away from my husband.

“You lying bitch!” Lily brought me out of my thoughts as I stared at her and refrained from reacting.

“I'd appreciate it if you moved away; I don't want you to infect me with your disgusting stench!” She hissed at me and I just obeyed her and moved away from her work environment to a corner in the lobby as I waited for the time to tick by.

I stared at the clock, and immediately it passed 30 minutes; I quickly walked back to Lily.

“It's time,” I said impatiently.

She typed away on her computer before she lazily looked at me. “Room 1014, take the elevator to the top floor.” She said simply as I wasted no time to leave her presence and head for the elevator.

It chimed and opened with a soft whoosh as I entered and punched the top floor.

When I got to the top floor, my eyes scanned the rooms for the exact number I was searching for.

When I saw it, I clutched the fruit basket in hand and knocked but I heard no response. Then I decided to push the door open to a sight I instantly begged the stars to unsee.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Ivan… harder! Faster!” A petite bimbo moaned under Ivan's naked body.

I only recollected myself when I saw the fruits roll on the floor out of the basket.

“Ivan…” I heard myself say.

NAYA'S POV

I couldn't tell if he heard me or not, but I could definitely tell that I was livid at the sight of him pounding into another woman.

My face was a deep, fiery red as if the very blood in my veins was boiling with rage.

“Ivan!” I screamed his name as he paused for a moment and looked at me. An amused glint was evident in his eyes. What?

Then I instantly knew that his actions were all intentional. He asked for me after 30 minutes so he could show me his crazy escapade.

“Oh, there you are!” He acted surprised for a moment before he climbed off of the bimbo, who smiled contentedly at my expression and didn't even bother to grab the sheets to cover up her naked self.

I balled my fists as I felt an uncontained fury at Ivan and his other woman. Then I shook my head and refused to cry and become an object of ridicule in their eyes.

Ivan walked up to me, naked. Then I was stupidly distracted from my wrath for a moment and blushed at the sight of his naked body and his full-blown erection.

“See…” He began as he walked towards me. “I'm glad to know that I still have that much effect on my little wife.”

Then I looked away from him in embarrassment and tried to summon back my rage, but being so close to him felt like a soothing balm to my wounds.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked as I looked back up to him.

He smirked at my question. “It's simple.” He said as he leaned in to whisper to my ears when he was closer. “It's just to crumble whatever hopes you have about us being a normal couple.”

“What?” I breathed out.

“Are you that dumb to read the handwriting on the wall? I hate your guts! Don't you get it?” He muttered under his breath.

I felt a pang of weight on my chest. That can't be true, I know Ivan loves me. He does right?

“Those are all lies, I don't believe you!” I said with the little confidence I had left.

Ivan snorted at my words.

“Ivan baby, come back to bed…” The bimbo said as I stared at her impatient expression.

“Leave.” I heard Ivan say as my eyes snapped to look at him.

“What?” My voice was low and disappointed.

My lips were compressed into a thin, white line, the skin around them stretched taut with tension. I felt a tiny, almost imperceptible tremble play at my lips and betray the depth of my emotions.

“Leave Flora!” Ivan raised his voice as he looked over his shoulder at the bimbo whose name was Flora.

A sense of relief washed over me at the thought that Ivan probably wanted me to stay instead. Then my arms ceased to be rigid at my sides.

“What? She's supposed to leave and not me!” She retorted.

“I said leave, now!” Ivan’s glare made her reluctantly slip on her underwear, grab her dress, and move away from the bed.

I watched her roll her eyes at the both of us and walked out of the room.

Then Ivan’s naked body and his eyes were fixated on me.

“You.” He said with a mix of thrill and then disgust.

“You can see that I'm still hard…” He trailed off as my eyes narrowed down to his erection. The sight of it made me swallow the lump at the back of my throat.

“Y-Yes…” I stammered as I stared right back up at him and met his darkened gaze.

Before I could analyze his facial expression, he pulled me away from the entrance and pushed me to the bed.

“Take off your clothes!” He commanded as my lips trembled. His erection dangled above me.

I reluctantly slipped out of my clothes, undid my bra,, and got rid of my panties. I realized that my own actions turned me on against his darkened gaze and his full-blown member.

I watched him drool at the sight of my naked body as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Now, on all fours!” He instructed, and I wasted no time obeying him.

I quickly positioned myself for him, my core was already wet and obviously desired his thrusts.

Then he teased me with his fingers and I bit my lower lip before he finally pushed into my walls and began his uncontrollable thrusts.

I moaned and grabbed the sheets for support as he continued to pound into me.

“Harder!” I heard myself moan and he wasted no time to increase his pace.

“Fuck!” He growled and continued to pound into me.

I choked and coughed, my fingers dug shamelessly into the sheets as I became a willing recipient of Ivan's desires.

He pulled away for a moment before he spun me to lay with my back to the bed. Then he parted my legs with his knees and continued his thrusts.

I held on swiftly to the bedframe with one hand and then grabbed his back with the other.

He pounded desperately into me without restrictions or control. Then he released inside of me and jerked away from me like I'd burned him.

I panted and tried to catch my breath, and then I saw him head to his drawer, and he pulled out a couple of papers to glance through them more. He walked back to the bed and threw those papers at my face.

“Sign them and get the fuck out of my life!” He hissed and I grabbed the sheets to cover up myself before I gathered the scattered papers to look at them.

I bit my lip so hard that I intended to draw blood.

“Ivan…” I began with a voice I didn't recognize to be mine. “What's the meaning of this?”

“Exactly what it means, or are you so dumb that you can't read?” He glared at me as I bit my lip some more to stifle my sobs.

“No, I'm not divorcing you and I won't sign them!” I retorted.

“Then you obviously have a death wish!” He growled. “Get the fuck out of my room this instant!” He commanded and I threw the papers aside and blinked back the tears that blurred my vision as I grabbed and slipped back into my underwear.

“Good grief.. you're so fucking slow!” He yelled at me as he grabbed his bathrobe from the chair and slipped into it.

Then suddenly, there was a heavy downpour of rain as I paused to see the lightning peek through the curtains.

“Wear those rags of yours and get the hell out!” Ivan looked impatient despite the downpour of rain.

I quickly pulled my dress over my head and grabbed my purse.

Before I could register anything else, he pulled me away and pushed me out of the room.

“Ivan… no please, don't do this!” I pleaded as he snorted at me and nodded at the thought of nothing.

“As always, you're a pretty good fuck!” He said as I furrowed my brows at him.

“My secretary will deliver the divorce papers to you after the rain, so get the fuck out of my face!” He growled and gave me a final push and slammed the door in my face.

NAYA'S POV

I struggled to find my footing as I glued my palms to the wall for support.

I stared down at the carpet to see my tears imprinted on it.

He wants a divorce but I still love him.

I stared longer at the door before I scurried through the hallway and finally walked into the elevator that took me to the ground floor.

I avoided Lily's eyes as I quickly scurried out of the lobby like a ridiculous thief.

There were no available taxis, so I clutched my purse tightly before I walked into the rain that had no mercy whatsoever on my plight.

How long was I going to walk before I got home? I cried my eyes out and no one saw my dripping tears, thanks to the rain.

“Mrs Anderson?” A black-suited man in the driver seat pulled up and told me to get in.

I recognized the man to be one of the bodyguards and I got into the backseat of the car and tucked my wet hair behind my ears.

I sniffled. “Who sent you?” I asked as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

“Mr Anderson.” He responded as I furrowed my brows at him.

“Is it my husband, Ivan?” I asked.

He shook his head. “His father.” He responded as he gave me water to drink before he revved the engine and drove into the highway. He stole glances at me through the rearview mirror.

I bit my lip as I gulped the water. I felt myself relax but before I knew it, I became drowsy and weak on my joints.

“W-What did you give to me?” I stammered as I scratched my throat and gasped for air.

“I'm sorry Mrs Naya Anderson, but it's all part of the plan.” He said and accelerated on the highway.

“W-What hat p-plan?” I croaked out.

Wait, is he going to crash into a wall or something? Is that the plan? To kill me?

He ignored my question as I began to hit the window with the little strength left in me.

“Let me out…” I was disappointed at the volume of my voice.

“I said let me out!” I tried harder before he halted abruptly and my head broke the window glass with a hard impact that made me pass out.

I opened my eyes slowly to see that I was on the floor by the gate to the family mansion where I lived. The rain had stopped.

I stood up and noted my creased dress and my blood-covered hands. It was the blood from my bleeding head. I burst into tears. Why are the Andersons so mean to me?

I pushed the gate open and strolled inside the house only to see Ivan's mother cross-armed and waiting for.. me?

“Mother..” I instantly wiped away my eyes and blinked back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes.

“Don't you dare call me that!” She hissed. “It'll always be Mrs Anderson to you. And where are you coming from by this time of the night?” She asked as I thought about how to narrate my ordeal.

But I realized that I didn't remember anything after I told the bodyguard to let me go.

“Have you suddenly lost your tongue?” She looked pissed as my lips trembled and my hands shivered, thanks to the cold that gripped my pores. “Answer me!” She screamed at me, and the impact of your voice made me tremble further.

I dug my fingers into my palms and tried to look into her eyes.

“T-There was an accident…” I stammered.

She scoffed. “An accident? What accident? Is that why you look disgusting and unfortunate, huh?”

“I… I…” I tried to explain.

“Just shut the hell up and go change out of those flimsy clothes this instant!” She yelled and I slowly tiptoed past her and scurried up the stairs.

“Nonsense!” She hissed as I hurriedly entered my room only to find my phone ringing non-stop on my dress table.

I tossed my purse away and rushed to pick up the call.

“Naya!” I heard my best friend, Chloe scream into the phone. “Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick! Are you okay?” She asked as I nodded like she could see me.

“Yes, yes, I'm fine.” I sniffled and picked up a small towel to dry my hair.

“You had me worried, have you seen the news?” Chloe asked impatiently.

I furrowed my eyes. “What news?”

“Hell, I believe it's your inlaws doing. They're all fucked up!” Chloe grunted.

“Why, what did they do? What's on the news?” I asked with a croaked voice.

“The news about your affair is live… you can see for yourself on TV.” She said as I threw away the towel and grabbed a handful of my hair.

“M-My a-affair?” I stammered as I looked around for a TV but soon realized that the Andersons didn't let me have a private TV in my room.

Chloe's end was quiet but I still clutched my phone to my ears and hurried out of my room and down the stairs to the huge TV in the sitting room.

My fingers dug into my mouth to stifle my emotions at the sight of myself and a man in an awkward sexual position in the backseat of the car.

The news said that I had an affair with Ivan's bodyguard and stated that it was the reason for Ivan's file for divorce.

What?

“Hello, Naya? Are you still there?” Chloe said into the phone, but I couldn't respond because of the beads of tears that escaped my eyes, which were accompanied by my muffled screams.

“So that's where you were… in the arms of your sickened lover!” Mrs Anderson hissed at me as I immediately ended the call with Chloe.

Mrs Anderson grabbed my hair and pushed me to the floor. My phone fell off my hand and glided to the side.

“How dare you bring shame to the Anderson household?” She hissed.

And much like three months ago when I had a miscarriage because she'd pushed me down the stairs, she also approached me with eager strides to finish me off.