Patricia's POV
I have always been a crazy-ass woman.
I never stopped being so crazy, but marriage changed me and I suppressed it.
I fell in love so hard for a man below my social and financial status but for the first time, I didn't mind it.
We were so in love, so tell me why I received an anonymous video, I clicked play and I saw a pornographic video of my husband with some woman?
I blinked and frowned in disappointment.
It had to be a prank, right? Someone wanted to ruin my marriage with a fake video, because it couldn't be my husband.
I let out a hysterical laugh because as a rich heiress, they were willing to do anything to hurt me.
I waved it off immediately but something didn't feel right. Beads of sweat in a well conditioned room made me realize that It might be true and my frown deepened.
I was in the middle of a meeting with my board of directors when my phone pinged a couple of minutes ago. Now, I was headed straight to my art gallery to confront him.
It made no sense. No husband of mine would dare cheat on me. I was the crazy one, not him. If any one of us should cheat, it should be me!
I reached for my clutch designer bag to take my phone out so I could watch the video for the second time. A hunch didn't make me feel good and inner turmoil made me expect the worst.
Looking closely, I noticed a limited edition tie I got for him a while back, and it was the same one lying carelessly at one side of the bed.
I saw other clues and that's when it became clear. My eyes brimmed with tears and my eyelids tried to curb it from rolling down my cheeks, but they couldn't hold it in.
It wasn't a prank. My husband was in fact cheating on me. I felt my breath screech to a halt as my lungs closed in and I reached for the collar of my shirt so I could open up my blouse. I gasped for air and forgot to breathe. There was no way my husband would do that to me!
Maybe if I closed my eyes and opened them, it would be a dream. It was even more infuriating that a woman would dare sleep with him. We were a power couple, the world knew us. So, why, why?
I couldn't concentrate on one thing as thoughts kept trying to blow my brains out. I was practically overheating so I removed my suit jacket.
I took in a couple of breaths and eventually relaxed. I can't cry. I'm a strong woman. I would make sure to make him cry instead!
We held an exhibition a couple of days back at my art gallery. It was a branch of my many businesses but the one I held the closest to my heart.
The company sent him there to supervise the workers that were packaging the art pieces to ensure that everything was under control. I knew his schedule and it was definitely a busy one, so when did he find the time to pound into another woman with all his might?
Wiping my tears, I let it go. I tossed my phone back into my bag. I would never cry further for a man. I am Patricia Lynn!
I remained composed. I will find out the identity of the woman that dared to touch what formerly belonged to me because clearly, I will never take him back.
Stomping down from the car, I tried to walk in as demurely as I could but my wobbly legs made me realize that I cared more than I let on.
He was probably in my office, so it was the first place I decided to check. Upon reaching there, I took a step back. I heard my husband's voice and the intense slapping of skin against skin.
I wanted to throw up, feeling a sudden pang in my chest. Was he seriously cheating, even right now? In an art gallery, inside my freaking office?
My next breaths came out as weak exhales, and a small shiver rolled through my body. While I was busy working, he brought in women to fuck in my office? No, I wouldn't take it!
I finally accepted that the great and mighty Trisha truly cheated on.
Just who was this bastard cheating on me with? I hastily flung the door open and upon seeing the sight that welcomed me, I staggered backwards unconsciously.
My mouth parted, completely frozen mid-breath. I felt my pupils dilate as my eyes widened in shock. I pressed my fingers to my chest and took deep breaths. This wasn't happening.
My husband was on top of Quinn. I immediately put two and two together. My husband was sleeping with Quinn. With Quinn???
Quinn usually handled the administrative sector in all my businesses. Quinn was my supposed right-hand woman and as rigid as I was, something in me made me trust her so much.
They halted instantly and looked up to see who interrupted them. I watched the colour drain from my husband's face. Quinn trembled and shook like a dry leaf unconsciously.
They both panted heavily in short, raging breaths. They were drenched in their sweats, on top of my freaking desk!
That's right, be scared of me!
My husband was buried deep inside her but I let him put on his briefs after he pulled out. I used to like his dick a lot but seeing it again, it looked dirty, like something I would never let the soles of my feet touch.
I was no longer shocked but Quinn? Her betrayal hit me so hard on the chest with a double edged sword. I knew instantly that I would never let her have peace of mind.
I stepped into the office demurely. I scrutinized her with pure disgust and disdain. I ignored my husband. He would get it after I was done with her. Instantly, she went down on her knees, sobbing and ugly crying.
"I'm so sorry Mrs Lynn, it's not what you think–" She cried out, rubbing her palms together erratically as if acting pitiful will make me forgive her. She knew she had fucked up and I was over her pretense.
"Oh shut up you bloody tramp! Quinn, how dare you?" I spat out venom, my chest beating so fast at the betrayal.
"You think I'll spare you for this because you're on your knees? I can go down on my knees too. It doesn't mean shit because you were well aware of the consequences when you began to fuck my husband." I hissed then craned my neck towards Henry, my husband.
My lips curled up into a sinister grin as I stalked towards him, betrayal stinging my consciousness.
"How could you?" I asked, pointing a finger against his chest and as I watched him take steps backwards until he hit the wall. Emotional pain felt physical.
"Did I ever hurt you? Did I ever do anything so bad and you couldn't communicate? Did I suddenly become so unattractive that you couldn't stand my face? Tell me, come on, tell me! Say something you piece of shit!"
I cried out, yelling out loudly as my hands flattened on his chest to push him further into the wall. It was the first time I ever touched him.
In a matter of seconds, I was sprawled on the floor. He pushed me down and made a run for it. He ran out but I followed him out and chased him with all my strength.
Shockingly, he suddenly lost focus and came crashing down on the floor so violently, I heard snaps and bone cracks. When he wouldn't get up, I knew something was wrong.
That's when I saw the pool of blood on the floor and more gushing out of his head.
Oh no.
While still in shock by what just happened, police officers came in but I barely noticed until they said the most insane thing.
"Mrs Lynn, you are under arrest for murder."