Chapter 11
I couldn't shake my thoughts off the texts I'd received on my way back home. Those weren't just mere pictures, they were more.
How could she possibly have those? Similar questions plagued me through the night.
Was this Samir? It can only be him. He's the one who could've taken possession of those pictures and share them with my anonymous cyber stalker.
I'm sure of this because of his connection with the stalker's real identity.
How did Samir even come to get those pictures of me? I remember the night, it felt like I was in a rut and was willing to do anything for him to claim me for the first time since we began our marriage.
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Tonight was my first Valentine's Day as Samir's wife and I thought it'd be best to go all out and beyond to get a memorable night with him.
I've been on it since the start of the day and managed to achieved my desire theme by the end of the day.
Rose petals and candlelights coated the path up to our room where I've specifically redecorated into a reflection of tonight's mood and theme.
I made sure to have picked the finest set of lingerie for myself. So I wasn't just stunning in a lacy bra and thong, but rather in a full matching set with an aura of tonight's feels.
Since seducing him was my main focus and motivation tonight. I went all out to fix my hair and rebranded it into a slick and lush new look, had a sexy smoky makeup done to my face so I wouldn't just appear sexy but different in his eyes, and then spread myself wide on his bed.
He came into the room awhile later, unbothered and without sparing me a single glance he began to undress himself. He was removing his tie, seriously pretending that I wasn't laid out open on his bed.
"Samir!" I called out to him, disappointed. "Are you not seeing me?"
Tonight was lover's night and he's just going to disregard my efforts to make it memorable for us?
He finally spared me a glance, assessing me with a slow and bitter gaze as his eyes traveled all over my body.
I shrank under his gaze, rocked by an indecent insecurity as I pulled myself together to sit up more comfortably on our bed.
He still refused to mutter a word and just went on with what he was doing.
"Samir tonight is Valentine's Day and I thought we could be together?" I tried my luck once more, desperate to get a different swing of his attention.
"Together for what?" He finally responded, his voice harsh and sharp. Like it was hurting him to engage with me.
"We're married and this is going to be our first Valentine's Day together. Don't you think it's only fair we-"
"Stop it right there!" He raised his index to indicate his interjection.
"It seems to me like you've forgotten the cause to our marriage. This is a contract marriage, I don't love you and you shouldn't try to love me. You will never mean a thing to me!"
His voice wasn't just deepened in hatred, it was a mixture of displeasure and resentment. Like he has something against me that he wouldn't dare say or talk about.
"Samir!" His name rolled out once again, he sounded unbelievable.
He looked around, fuming at the sight of my decorations.
"Okay I don't think this'll work out for us. You can have the room, I'll have my things moved out into a different space and on no circumstances should you ever invade my personal space ever again. Got it!" He didn't wait for a response before he grabbed his bag and stormed out of his room.
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Well that was how we began living in the same house but in separate rooms. Although, he gave me a specific rule that night.
I never listened and actually made it my yearly tradition to invade his personal space every Valentine's Day to repeat myself of what I did the first time.
The second year he came home to it, he walked out without giving me a reaction. And ever since then he stopped coming home on Valentine's Day.
But every year, regardless of how certain I am about the turn out. I'd still dress myself up, do a little bit of decoration and still invade his personal space to offer myself. I don't know, I guess I just thought it's gonna be different somehow.
Because I was really thought I could get him to love me like I love him. I was so desperate and blindly in love to see just how unwanted I am by him. I wanted him so much and so bad I totally lost touch with my morals or self respect.
And since he stopped showing up, I'd take smutty pictures of myself to send to him. He never spoke up against it so I do it every year up until we ended.
However, I'm glad it has all ended now. He served me divorce papers on the night of our fifth year anniversary, and I got to meet with the mistress that has his heart locked down for me to never wield or infiltrate. I was never a match.
I'm going to find out how this stalker came to possess all those indecent shots of myself, and if it's from Samir like I'm sensing that it is. He's just gotten himself another up on the ladder of my wrath.
"Where to ma'am?" My personal guard quizzed upon the sight of me stepping out and ready to leave.
"To my father's company." I told him, wired back into my sense of purpose and reign. "It's time they know that the boss is back, but first…. Let's check up on my father."
He bowed and nodded as he went on to get the door opened for me to step in.