Fred hates condoms, so he never really used them.
Only when the semen inside me reach above 300 milimeters, overflowing and spilling on the floor did Fred stop thrusting unsatisfied.
He lit up a cigarette and said to me, "Listen to me from now on, and you'll have all of me."
I thought it was love. I thought I aroused him so much.
I had no idea the discharge was no semen. No, it was urine.
The first time I smelled something foul between my legs, I told myself it was the hotel sheets. Maybe the cheap detergent. Maybe the old mattress.
We ladies know how embarrassing it is to stink down there, it is a must that we keep that part essentially clean.
The second time, I blamed my own body. A weird discharge, maybe from stress. I even googled it at 2 a.m. after sex with my husband, hoping it was just a passing infection.
And the third time? When I stood naked in the shower and my skin started to peel… when the smell stuck to me no matter how hard I scrubbed?
When I saw myself rotting from inside?
When no one could live with me anymore.
I was reduced from the Goddess of music, every man's idol, to a stinking dead rat.
The top label owner and billionaire, Fred Orchard's wife is dangerously ill and the whole world was asked to pray for me.
Many said it was my evil.
I was called different names, a witch, a plagiarist, a thief, an evil woman. Name it. All because I was wrongly accused and framed.
Fred still touched me a few times before I got worse. He kissed my neck like nothing was off. Slid into me and fucked me crazy while he filled me with his cum again and again.
I thought it was love. I thought it was passion.
I used to brag to my girls about how good he was.
He always said I drove him crazy after every section.
But I didn't. I know I didn't.
I was smelling...
I was decaying...
Never once did he love me...
He was rotting me from the inside.
All those infections, the endless UTIs, the burning, the bleeding… that wasn't normal. But he made me think it was. Made me believe it was me, not him.
We tried so many times, but the babies never came. I blamed myself again and again. I did numerous IVF's that never worked.
I tried surrogacy but for some reason, the surrogate mother kept having miscarriages.
Turns out, the real disease was the man inside me and my silly baby sister who always pretended to love and care for me.
Turns out my husband punished me because on our wedding night, my sister had set me up with another man. Fred had caught me red-handed with reporters all over, I begged and pleaded and he forgave me.
He said it didn't matter if he was not the first person to have me. He said he was fine. But he never forgave me after that day.
I knew he didn't, but I ignored it. I didn't even get to meet the bastard I had done it with that night.
Later, when Fred couldn't get it up anymore, he started calling me names. Said I stank. That I made him sick. Said he was disgusted.
I prayed, cried, fasted, but it was too late. I was dying already.
I still tried every possible treatment known to man. But rather than getting better, I was getting worse.
Soon I was diagnosed with liver and kidney disease because of the multiple untreated UTIs and I... Unfortunately... Died...
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"Come, Eve, Fred is this way!" I heard Mirabelle's faint voice and felt a push and immediately, the door closed.
A familiar warmth washed over me with a force that had my back crashing against the door harshly.
"What took you so long?" I heard the same deep rasped voice from my past, the same hot breath that made me shiver.
"Hng." My body reacted to his touch.
His hands moved around me like they knew me. His touch is soft but firm.
Wait! What the hell?
Have I been reborn again?
If I'm not wrong this would be my wedding day. The day my baby sister Mirabelle set me up with a complete stranger who ruined my marriage and life.
This was my chance to change everything, but before I could react, the man lifted me and the next second, my back hit a softer surface this time.
He started ripping my wedding dress off my body. "No... No... No... Wait!" I panicked but he didn't stop. History was repeating.
I thrashed against him, struggling to break free but he was just too strong for me.
"Relax, my butterfly."
Those words slithered into my mind like poison wrapped in silk. My body betrayed me, pleas melting into shameful moans. Darkness claimed me, and when I jolted awake, it was morning.
"No. No, no... fuck!"
I shot out of bed, heart pounding like war drums
This was the same time the reporters had arrived in my past life. They had swooned in like flowing waters capturing every movement.
This time, I got off the bed quickly, knowing I had only thirty seconds till they arrived, I searched for something to wear and my eyes caught the beautiful black dress hanging in a corner.
Perfect. I was an artist and my artist hands worked fast, slipping into the fabric as if I were backstage at a show, changing before the curtain rose. Heels clicked into place. My pulse thundered louder.
I grabbed the scattered clothes, shoving them beneath the bed.
I still felt a heavy ache as proof of my betrayal, my body felt like I had been hit by a truck, but I didn't let that affect me.
I've been given a second chance at life, this time, I'm here to correct my mistake and make things right.
Just as I threw the clothes beneath the bed, the door flew open with reporters flooding in just like in the past.
They captured every little movement. I tilted my chin, striking a pose, just as I'd been trained. Let them capture me, I'd give them an image they couldn't twist into weakness.
In my past life, they had taken me unaware and that had left so many headlines that ruined my life. People still blamed me for hurting my husband the way I did.
They called me unfaithful and said that I was lucky Fred still chose me.
But in this life...
"Mrs Orchard, how could you sleep in a hotel on the night of your wedding and without your husband?" The first question landed and just as I opened my mouth another came.
"Mrs Orchard, Mr Orchard has been your childhood sweetheart, we know how much you embarrassed yourself online to be married to him, how can you betray him like this?" Another came.