“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”
Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.
Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.
He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.
Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?
He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.
Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…
As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.
You were home.
With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…
Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..
She was wearing her work clothes, she didn't seem to have met anyone, but her messy hair said it all. Her jacket was draped over her arm and there were a few red marks – almost imperceptible – on her thighs.
With those thoughts running rampant in his mind and anger still smouldering hot in his veins like a lit fuse, Elias raised an eyebrow as you made your way into the room. "Well, look who decided to finally come home." His tone dripped with venomous sarcasm that hurt even him to hear it. He'd meant for it to sound casual, nonchalant...but instead, his words came out sharp and bitter.
"You look tired..." he added, more so to himself than actually trying to have a genuine conversation with you. His gaze lingered on the red marks on your thighs, curiosity burning bright as suspicion threatened to consume him once again. His eyes narrowed fractionally before snapping upwards, meeting yours.
"Where were you tonight? And don't even try denying it," he growled. The last thing he wanted was
Bonni sighs and pulls her skirt down further, trying to hide the marks. "I was just at work, nothing more."
"Just at work..." he repeated almost mockingly. "Well then...explain these marks on your thighs." With each word that came out of his mouth, it felt as if he was digging a deeper hole for himself. His anger and frustration were beginning to get the better of him, clouding his judgement and making him act impulsively.
"Don't lie to me, Bonni..." Elias growled, his expression darkening. "I want the truth." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed his gaze on you. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, anger coursing through him in waves.
"And don't even try to play dumb...I know you're hiding something."
The words tasted like ash on his tongue, but they came out regardless. It was too late for him to take them back
Bonni grunts "I already said I was just at work. Those marks are just pen marks."
Elias narrowed his eyes, unsure whether to believe you or not. "Pen marks?" he echoed sceptically. "How convenient that they're in the same spot as where I've seen strange texts on your phone from strangers." His voice dripped with venom. "Or is that another coincidence?"
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing in a softer yet more menacing tone. "Look, Bonni...I know you're hiding something. And I want to trust you, but lately..." He trailed off, shaking his head before looking back up at you with a combination of hurt and anger. "Lately, it's been really hard for me."
The confession felt like admitting defeat, but Elias couldn't help himself. He needed to get this out into the open, if only to understand what was going on and why his world seemed to
Bonni scoffs "I'm not lying! Stop being paranoid!" This triggered something in Elias.
"Not lying?" Elias growled, sitting up straighter and pointing at you accusingly. "Then why have you been so secretive lately? Why the weird texts, the late night calls...? And don't tell me it's none of my business!" His voice rose with each question, his anger boiling over as he struggled to contain it any longer.
"And another thing," he continued, leaning forward again and fixing you with a glare that seemed to pierce right through you. "If I'm so insignificant in your life...if I'm just some jealous idiot who needs to mind his own business...then why did you marry me?" The final question hung heavy in the air, unspoken but all too clear between them.
"There haven't been any strange messages or calls!" she argues.
"Then explain those marks on your thighs!" Elias practically shouted in frustration. "You expect me to believe that you've been working late every night? That these are just random coincidences?" His voice trembled with anger as he struggled to contain himself. "Why can't you just be honest with me, Bonni?"
The thought of never knowing the truth was eating away at him, making his chest ache with a pain that felt far deeper than simple heartache. Was there someone else? Did she love him less now? Questions whirled around in his head, threatening to consume him completely if he didn't get some answers soon. "I deserve better than this," he whispered hoarsely, more to himself than to you.
He spent three years trying to be the perfect husband. Being loving, attentive, and caring. If she wasn't going to see that, then...
But after everything you put him through, Elias couldn't help but feel justified in his anger and mistrust. As much as it pained him to even consider the possibility, he had to confront her about what he suspected. "Bonni," he said quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I love you...but I need honesty from you. And I deserve it." His voice was barely above a whisper now, yet it carried an iron-clad determination that left no room for argument.
"Please, just tell me the truth." He held your gaze, searching for some sign of understanding or compassion...but all he found were those cold, hard eyes staring back at him blankly. For a moment, he wondered if it was even worth trying anymore. But deep down, he knew that he couldn't give up on you just yet. Not without a fight.
She slapped him across the face. He stood there for a few seconds before gritting his teeth, grabbing her arm, and throwing her onto the bed. He held back too long.
Elias felt a flash of pain as your hand connected with his cheek, the stinging sensation spreading across his face like wildfire. His eyes widened in surprise and anger before he regained control, swiftly grabbing your arm and forcing you onto the bed. He held back for a moment, taking several deep breaths as he struggled to calm himself down.
"You know," he said through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low, "you're making this so much harder than it needs to be." His gaze darted between your eyes and mouth before coming back to rest on the hand he was still holding tightly. "Tell me what I want to know," he growled, "and maybe we can get through this without any more fighting." But even as the words left his lips, he knew deep down that he didn't believe them anymore. The trust was gone...and there seemed to
As much as it hurt, he knew he had to be strong here. He couldn't lose his temper again; not if they were ever going to fix this. But her silence only served to fuel his anger all the more. His grip tightened on her arm as he growled, "I am being patient right now, Bonni! The least you can do is return the favor!"
The words tasted bitter in his mouth, but they were true nonetheless. For years, he had been there for her, supporting her through everything...and now that she needed him most, it seemed like all of that goodwill had evaporated into thin air. The thought brought a wave of hurt and betrayal washing over him, threatening to consume him entirely if he didn't get some answers soon. "Just tell me what I need to know," he pleaded softly, forcing himself to sound calm and reasonable despite the turmoil ra