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.

NAYA'S POV

“No, Mother! That's not true!” I said as I pushed myself away from her.

“Then what's that on the news?” She pointed to the TV screens.

Then I quickly grabbed my phone and stood up from the floor and tried to scurry back up the stairs, but she stopped me.

“Don't you dare move an inch from where you are!” She yelled angrily, and I paused in my tracks and trembled under her gaze.

“Sarah!” She called the maid’s name. “Sarah!” She bellowed as I clasped my eyes shut from the impact.

“Yes ma'am?” Sarah appeared disheveled as she cleaned her wet hands on her apron.

“How stupid can you be? Where were you when I called?” Mrs Anderson hissed as Sarah instantly.

“I'm so sorry, ma'am.” She stared at her feet.

Mrs Anderson eyed her. “You should be sorry for yourself!” Then she pointed up the stairs.

“I want you to take your stupid self up the stairs and throw all of Naya's belongings outside.” She instructed.

I was shocked at her resolve. “Mother... Mother, please…” I went down on my knees shamelessly to beg her to change her mind.

Sarah glanced at me with obvious pity.

“Am I paying you to be stupid? Why the hell are you still standing there?” Mrs Anderson yelled at Sarah who immediately obeyed her instructions.

“Mother…” I continued to plead.

“I said don't call me that. I'm not your unfortunate mother!” She scolded me as I continued to wipe away the tears that blurred my vision.

That was how my belongings were thrown out of the mansion along with my unfortunate self.

I didn't want to fight it, so I left with my things and boarded a cab to Chloe's apartment.

I dug out my phone from my purse and tried to dial my husband's phone. My thumb hovered over the call button before I decided against calling him.

When I got to Chloe's apartment, I rang the doorbell, and almost immediately, she opened up.

“Oh my God, is that blood on your hair? What the hell happened?” She said as I remembered that I hadn't cleaned up myself.

I smiled weirdly at her and she pulled me into a quick embrace.

“Oh, my friend…” She spoke softly and released me from her hold.

“What's up with the luggage?” She asked as I tucked my hair behind my ears.

“Please can I stay with you for a while?” I said instead.

“Of course, how can you even ask that? You're welcome to stay for as long as you want.” She said as I nodded slightly at her.

“Come on in.” She said as I followed her inside.

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“But what's that on the news? I was shocked to my bone, what are the Andersons up to? Because I know you love your husband and won't even dare cheat on him.” Chloe rambled as I busted out in tears again.

“Oh my, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up again. Woah.. look at your eyes, they look so swollen.” She said and rubbed my back to console me.

“That's why I hate love and despise men so much, now look!” She shook her head and grabbed my luggage.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” She said as I followed her into the guest room, where I'd be staying.

After I was done cleaning up, I felt relaxed for a moment as I settled myself on the bed to sort out my clothes.

Chloe entered the room looking all dressed and ready to go out.

“Oh, now you don't look so much like a ghost.” She chuckled as I pulled up a small smile at her.

“Now, all you have to do is dress up, and let's hit the club tonight.” She said as I furrowed my eyes at her.

“Oh yeah, you heard me. You're too quiet and moody for my liking, so come on, let's go hang out and have fun tonight!” She said and excitedly threw her hands up in the air and made a quick body movement to the music in her head.

“No Chloe, you know I'm in no condition to go to the club at the moment…” I declined as she paused to look at me.

“Says who?” She asked rhetorically. “Those Anderson motherfuckers want to obviously ruin your life, so it's up to you not to settle.”

“Chloe, No. My face is all over the media and if I hit the club tonight, what more would people say?” I said and played with one of my clothes in hand.

“And who says they're gonna see you talk more, recognize you?” She said with a sly smile.

“Wait, what do you mean?” I asked innocently.

“Oh, my friend, you are so naive when it comes to things like this, but that's why you have me. Hold on a moment…” She said excitedly and scurried out of the room to go get something.

“What's going on in that little head of yours?” I asked after her and pressed my lips into a thin line.

“Now, here's the plan…” She returned almost immediately with a short red dress and her makeup kits like she had it planned out already.

“What plan?” I asked as I perked up a brow at the makeover tools in her hands.

“Well my friend, the plan is to get you to hop on a good disguise makeover!” She almost squealed at the thought.

“A makeover?”

“Yes, I've allowed you to hide behind those baggy pants and weird dresses for too long. So, we have to celebrate a new you tonight!”

“Oh no, Chloe, not the club…” I whined as she shot me a glare.

“You're going whether you like it or not!” She concluded as I rolled my eyes at her.

Then we heard the doorbell as Chloe threw the dress and makeup on the bed before she darted to get the door.

“Naya, it's for you!” She yelled out to me as I went to the door, only to behold a delivery man who immediately confirmed my name, presented a big envelope to me, and told me to sign away in acceptance.

Chloe shut the door afterward and looked at me in expectation.

“What's that?” She asked as I opened the envelope, only to behold the divorce papers Ivan had thrown to my face in the hotel room.

“He actually sent it over…” I mumbled under my breath as Chloe collected the papers and glanced through them.

“Asshole!” She cursed under her breath as I bit my lip to stifle my emotions.

“That fucker wants to divorce you after tainting your image?” She snorted.

I glanced at her. “Should I sign it?” I asked as a pang weighed on my chest.

I still love Ivan despite everything but..

“The fuck?” Chloe brought me out of my thoughts. “You should be seeing this as an opportunity to finally let go of those godforsaken Andersons! But here you are… reluctant to put it all behind you after everything they've done to you?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I immediately had a change of heart.

I'd hit the club just as Chloe had proposed. I had a feeling that I don't give a fuck anymore.

I took the papers from her. “Let's hit the club, I need to unwind.”