May's POV

The world around me stopped at that moment, my heart beating faster than a racing cheater and I failed to realise what was going on until I felt a finger dig into my upper arm.

I winced in pain, nerves kicking in and sending me out of my haze.

“What is wrong with you?” I screamed, struggling to get out of George's grasp.

“Mr Salvador,” Sergeant Lake started, but got cut off by a glare from George.

“Do you have any problems with me?” George asked, his huge palm scalding as he held me tighter.

“I know she's your wife, but domestic violence is a crime.”

George snorted, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the sergeant. “Who says I am commiting anything and who is going to tell? You?” He sneered, “you are better off being an obedient dog than being a bitch. Now if I were you, I'd run along before trouble comes your way.”

“George!” I screamed in disbelief.

Never in my life had I seen him speak so rudely to anyone.

He was always so calm and poised. What made him tick this time?

I watched as Lake's face turned a deep shade of red, his jaws locked as he glared at George.

“Lake,” I called out, meeting his glare as he turned to me. “Please, go, I'll be fine.”

Silence reigned between us for a while, and I felt anger wash off Lake as he stared at me, his dark eyes filled with silent rage.

“You are an idiot who doesn't deserve her.” Lake spat before turning to leave.

I barely had time to watch Lake's figure leave before I felt a jerk.

George pulled me flush to his chest, his hot breath fanning my face as he whispered, “are you fucking him? Is that why he dares tell me trash?”

My heart constricted, and I felt a loud ring in my ear as his words took another hold like a dagger plunged in.

My mind was blank, and so was my brain, as I dealt a slap to his face.

The sound was harsh, and so were the gasps, but I didn't care.

I felt his grip on my arm loosen, and I jerked out of his hold, tears blurred my sight as I stepped away from him.

How could he?

How could he insinuate that I was sleeping with another man?

After all my dedication. My years of loyalty, trying to bend to his will, and this is what I got?

To be publicly humiliated by him?

With his head still whipped to the side, George looked at me, his neatly combed blonde hair scattered due to the impact.

After the initial shock, Pamela came rushing towards him, Unice not far behind. “Dear are you hurt?” She asked worriedly, examining his face like he was some delicate art piece.

I stared at them coldly, meeting George's still resting gaze on me.

Seeing as she couldn't get a reaction from him, she turned to me. “Are you out of your mind?! You could have scarred him!” She accused her shout causing heads to fly my way.

Unice, the ever loving people pleaser, said righteously. “I know you don't like what George said, but slapping him is too excessive. He's your husband, and he has the right to talk to you the way he wants to.”

Hearing her words brought a bubble of laughter from me.

Who was she?

A clown?

But seriously looking at her, aside from the looks that she bore in resemblance to mine, and her fame as an artist, I had no idea what made Pamela gush over her so much.

“How can you laugh at a time like this?” Pamela screamed out the words from Unice's lips, the latter staring at me incredulously. “Are you mad?”

Maybe I have, who knows?

“Don't yell mother, George is about to divorce her anyways so maybe she's just trying to get his attention.” Unice said, a small scowl on her face which made me itch in delight.

I knew I was sick at this point when I should have been wallowing in pity instead of thinking in the other direction.

I couldn't help it, but George had to be blind for choosing someone like this.

Didn't he see that this face loving bitch only cared about what others thought of her?

Since we were still in the cafe, we had drawn a lot of crowd, with some people even going as far as to record what was going on.

At this moment, I was the target of public hate due to Unice’s words.

The thought made me sad all over again, and I felt that familiar ache in my heart.

All I wanted was to prove my innocence and get my innocence back, so where was I wrong?

Why was I getting hated on, and why was he slowly breaking me?

“That's enough for you two.” George spoke, his voice hoarse. “You two will have to go home yourselves. I am taking May with me.” He declared, giving me no time to say anything before swiftly yanking my arm once more.

“Let go!” I struggled, hitting him with my fisted palm. “Don't touch me! Are you deaf?!”

I thrashed about, digging my feet to the ground, but with one motion, he carried me over his shoulder.

I let out a yelp in surprise, feeling my stomach churn as I dangled over his shoulder.

I slapped at his back angrily, and I felt him flinch under me.

“Hit me one more time I dare you May, and I promise, I'll make things worse for you.” He growled, his blue eyes turning dark as he threw me into his car roughly.

I whimpered, crashing on the seat with a pained throb but remained silent.

I clenched my fists, watching as he started the car driving towards our shared mansion.

My heart pounded like a war drum the closer he dragged me towards our room.

No time was given.

The moment I was dragged in, he threw me to the bed, his figure hovering above me. “You wanted to prove you were innocent, then I'll let you do it. Take all the time you need, but I will noh have you sleeping with other men under my nose. Over my dead body May.”

With that, planted a kiss on my lips, his left hand grabbing my head in place as he possessively ravaged my mouth.

“You are mine until I say no. You understand?” He growled against my neck, one of his hands grabbing at my breast.

“Ngh,” I moaned, wiggling under his grasp as his hands snaked around my body leaving traces of fire.

“Please,” I begged, feeling his hand hover over my spread legs.

His blue eyes darkened with lust, harshly tugging at the zip of my jumpsuit.

“You had the galls to see other men?” He snarled, nipping at my neck, and leaving hickies. “You wanted to rile me up didn't you?”

I wiggled under him, my head clouding with need.

I just wanted him to touch me.

It was wrong. So wrong, but it felt right.

He was my husband, the man I loved, so why was I feeling conflicted was it because of the heartbreaks I had received from him?

Before I could think further, I felt my panties shift slightly, his thumb rubbing skillfully on my clit.

“Fuck!” I cussed, mouth falling wide open in ecstacy. “Harder, please.”

“You know how to beg?” He sneered. “I thought you were thinking of other men.”

“I– I wasn't.” I answered, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I felt my stomach tighten. “Yes! George!”

Feeling my orgasm, I didn't get a moment’s rest when I felt his fingers press at my core.

George suddenly stopped, his gaze deep as he stared into mine. “Don't enjoy this May, I promise I was going to make you suffer, and this is one of the ways I planned to do it.”