Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 6:THE MISTRESS

A nagging curiosity got over me and I pushed the button using the remote control and turned the eighty-inch flat tv screen on so I could monitor Ace on the advanced CCTV. I just want to confirm what my intuition has been telling me.

With my heart in my throat, I watched as they entered the kitchen to take some expensive wine from the cellar which Ace forbade me to even touch. I turned the speaker on full volume so I could hear the conversation going on between them.

"You looked stunning Angela." Ace said breathlessly, eyeing her from head to toe.

His eyes sparkled with admiration mingled with lust as his tongue licked the last drop of wine without taking his gaze off her.

He never once complimented me. The thought filled my heart with uncontrolled jealousy.

"Thank you." His secretary responded, batting her eyes in mischief as she gently bit the bottom of her crimson lips after a demure sip on the wine.

Ace set his wineglass aside and trotted in her direction and slithered his muscular arms around the tiny waist urging Angela to step closer until no air couldn't even pass in between.

"So where's your ugly wife?" Angela flung her arms around his neck tight like a snake.

"Forget about her, she's a total bore. She already left"

"Really? How was she in bed? I'm just curious?" Her vile tongue licked the bottom of his lips.

My fist curled into a tight ball. The Secretary's angelic name does not suit her one bit. She was a snake in sheep's clothing.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Let's not talk about my now ex-wife. You wouldn't want to hear boring stuff anyway."

A soft chuckle escaped Angela's lips and pulled him closer.

Finally, When Ace kissed Angela's lips I almost died. My fortitude crumbled to the floor and shattered into millions of shards, in the middle of the room I started to cry.

My heart was punched, mocked, kicked, hammered, and pulverized as I watched him kiss her passionately.

I died for the third time since that day. I shakily turned the tv off, unable to take the scenario anymore. With my bag behind me, I hurriedly left the room after my husband and his mistress drifted to his room for another round of passionate lovemaking.

I run out of the gates with my raging emotion at its peak of bursting into a volcanic rupture. I don't care where my feet will carry me. As long as I'm far away from this hell hole, I don't care.

I hastened from the view of the gigantic Greyson Mansion like an escaping mental patient before I finally changed my mind and resort to cold-blooded murder.

I could kill them both if I choose to. However, killing an animal will make me no different from them. I left before I turned into a murderer.