Mi ex novia, su esposa, mi amante

“Congratulations, Mrs. Wade. You have successfully transferred the Preston Group of Companies to your husband! All deals have been signed, and the effective date starts today!”

I accepted the documents from the contractor with a smile. I had just signed over my father's company to my husband’s name. And I knew Felix would be thrilled with the news.

The legal team gathered around, offering handshakes and congratulations as cameras flashed. The media captured every moment, snapping photos and recording videos. But as soon as the formalities ended, I called over the Manager of Preston Group, who also happened to be my personal assistant.

“I don’t want this news to go public just yet,” I said quietly. “I want it to be a surprise for Felix.”

He nodded promptly.

“Understood, Ma'am.”

With a smile, he handed me a folder.

“Here you go, My Lady. These are the final transfer documents. Every signature is in place. All that’s left is Felix’s signature. Once your husband signs the documents, the deal will be officially sealed.”

I took the documents and beamed.

Today wasn’t just any ordinary day. It marks my five years of being married to Felix Wade, the CEO of Wade Group of Companies

Five years ago, after losing my parents in a tragic fire accident, Felix had stood by me. People used to mock me because of how ugly I looked. They called me ugly and fat, but Felix never cared about my looks. He stayed. I fell in love with him when he defended me publicly, shutting down everyone who tried to put me down.

Since then, I’ve done everything to support his business and help it grow. And today, I wanted to do something unforgettable for him.

With a hopeful smile, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, eager to make sure he hadn’t reached home yet. I had decorated our room just for him, and if he sees it before I get there, it will ruin the surprises.

“Dear customer, the person you are calling is on another call. Please hold on, or try again shortly...”

The voicemail repeated the same message.

I sighed, disappointed, and ended the call.

Quickly, I typed a message.

> Hi, babe. Please come home as soon as you can. I have a surprise for you!

I hit send and began walking toward my car. A few seconds later, I saw the “read” notification appear on the screen—but there was no reply.

I frowned, staring at my phone, a bit confused. Felix usually responded instantly.

Still distracted, I barely noticed the woman walking toward me until I bumped into her. Her bag slipped from her shoulder and landed on the pavement.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking.” I said, reaching down to help her.

“Watch where you’re going, girl!” she snapped, dragging her bag from the ground.

I straightened, about to apologize again, when she squinted at me.

“And what’s up with that scar on your face?” she asked mockingly.

Reflexively, I pulled my scarf up to cover the long scar on my left cheek.

“Don’t tell me you’re blind because of that thing. Is that why you didn’t see me coming?” Her voice dripped with venom.

I shook my head quickly. “I—I’ll pay for any damages,”

"Pay for the damages?" She scoffed.. “If it were that easy to fix damages, then start with the one your face just caused to my mood. You’re very ugly—and fat on top of that! I bet you weigh more than an elephant"

Her words cut deeper than I expected.

I’d heard these kinds of insults before. Many times. But no matter how strong I tried to be, they still stung. Still lingered.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a steadying breath and tried again—my voice low and calm.

"I'm so sorry once again... please."

I bowed my head slightly and walked away without waiting for another word. My heart beated fast as I hurried to the car.

The moment I slid into the back seat, I looked up at the driver.

"Drive. Now,"

"Where to, Ma'am?" he asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

I wiped the tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Home. Just take me home."

He nodded and started the engine, pulling out of the parking space.

As the car rolled down the quiet street, I reached into my purse and pulled out a compact mirror and started staring at my reflection.

The right side of my face was flawless. Smooth. Almost beautiful.

But the left side...

A deep, jagged scar stretched from my cheekbone to the edge of my jaw.

I used to only be called fat. That alone was harsh enough in this world.

But five years ago, after marrying Felix, I became fat and ugly in the eyes of everyone around me.

The scar happened not because I was careless—but because I saved him.

Back then, Felix had enemies in the business world. One day, I overheard that someone planned to kill him by rigging the chandelier in our hotel suite. Just as we entered the room, I noticed it swaying above him.

Without thinking, I ran and pushed him out of the way. He fell backward, landing safely—but I wasn’t so lucky. I lost my balance and fell flat on my back.

The chandelier came crashing down on my face.

It shattered and burst into flames as it hit my face.

That was the day my life changed. That was the day this scar was carved into my skin.

And since then, I've been fighting the silence from my own husband.

Lately, Felix had grown distant. Colder. He didn’t touch me the way he used to. Didn’t look at me like I mattered anymore.

Maybe this gift—the company—would change that. Maybe it would remind him who I am… remind him that I gave up everything for him.

Just as I sank deeper into thought, the driver hit the brakes suddenly.

“We’re here, Ma’am. We’ve arrived at the mansion.”

Snapped out of my daze, I blinked quickly and wiped away the last of my tears.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I stepped out of the car.

I walked up to the front porch and pressed the bell.

Ding-dong!

The door opened a moment later, revealing one of our house staff. Her eyes landed on me—and for a split second, her expression changed.

I smiled politely.

“Is something wrong?”

She hesitated, shaking her head quickly.

“No, Madam. I was just… surprised.”

Maybe she was startled by my scar. Or maybe it was something else.

“Is Felix back from the office?” I asked.

“Yes, he came back a while ago. He’s upstairs… in the room.”

My heart skipped. No… not yet!

I had planned everything in that room—the candles, the flowers, the lights, the gift. It wasn’t time for him to see them yet.

I sighed in frustration and clicked my tongue.

Of all days for him to get home early...

I turned to head up the stairs, but the servant's voice echoed.

“Madam, wait! Mr. Wade said he didn’t want to be disturbed….” she began.

But I didn’t stop. I barely heard the rest of her sentence.

I was too focused on getting to that room, too excited to see the surprise on his face when he saw everything I'd done for him.

But halfway down the hallway, I stopped.

A strange sound drifted from behind one of the doors. At first, it was soft—bare skin slapping against another skin. Then came the low, breathy moans..

“You’re enjoying it, yeah?”

.

“You’ve never fed me like this before. Oh... shit!”

"Fuck me like that baby. oh my God, I'm enjoying it..."

"Shit! Fuck me hard, baby. fuck me...."

Instantly, my heart escaped as my glasses slipped from the bridge of my nose.

I tried to convince myself— this isn't what I'm thinking. It isn't what I'm..."

I took a slow step closer, holding on to the tiny hope that I was wrong..

But then—

“Oh... shit*! Oh yeah! Just like that! fuck! I want to cum..."

My hand went to the doorknob. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer that I was just mishearing. That my heart wasn’t about to be torn in two.

But the moment I twisted the knob and opened the door—

“Shit… I’m cumming, baby!”

The words rang in my ears.

And there he was.

Felix Wade. My husband. Naked. Kneeling on our matrimonial bed, making love to another woman!