Page 16 of Prince Cheating Charming

“Feel free to go to your bed,” she said, pointedly emphasizing the your. “I’m going to my bed and you are not welcome.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

She glared at me.

“How can I put it simply enough for you? I’m not going to do this anymore. I’m done and I want out.”

I felt a cold sweaty heat break out over my neck and body, but I shook it off. She couldn’t be serious.

“Why?”

“I just caught you with another woman, not for the first time? And you’re asking me why?”

Uncomfortably aware that everyone in this entire west wing was listening, I hissed at her, “What you saw doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t mean I want to split up. You are my wife. You are my Queen.”

“Must be a bit noisy in here,” she said. “I can’t hear you.”

Fuming, I said, louder, “I don’t want to split up! I’m just shitting around. You know how I am.”

“Yeah, I know how you are,” Delilah retorted, her mouth twisting into a disgusted grimace. “And that’s why I don’t want to be married to you anymore.”

And my Queen turned on her heel and left me stunned in the hallway.

She couldn’t possibly mean that! She loved me!

“I’ll be in my room. By myself!” I added, calling down the hall after her. “I’m ready for you to stop being so silly and get into bed with me.”

But my only answer was a resoundingly slammed door.

“Go back to work!” I snapped at my staff and I strode back to my own room and yanked open the door.

Julia was still in there, gathering her things and putting on her shoes at the slowest speed known to man. But I didn’t give a shit.

“Did I not make myself clear?” I ordered through gritted teeth. “Get. Out.”

“But—” she started. “You didn’t finish—"

“Move!” I barked. “Get your ass fucking out.”

I could see she wanted to protest, but she saw the look in my eyes and she left.

Frustration gnawed at my guts and I grabbed a glass and the whiskey bottle from my private bar. Then I poured myself a hefty portion as my mind went over and over what had just happened.

What Delilah had just caught me doing wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? It wasn’t like I did it that often. Just now and again. And she had been fine even after she saw me the last time. Nothing had changed.

So I would just sit here and wait until Delilah knocked on my door. She loved me. She couldn’t stay away from me.

Draining the glass, I went to the bathroom and yanked at my condom, throwing it angrily in the garbage. I was just planning on cleaning my dick, but I felt gross, so I hopped in the shower and washed off, scrubbing my body.

I didn’t want to smell anything like Julia’s cloying perfume when I went to kiss my wife.

Why hadn’t Delilah just listened? If she hadn’t ignored my instructions this wouldn’t have happened and I’d be lying in bed with her right now.

Really, wasn’t it her fault? I tried in vain to convince myself.

But this gave me no comfort as the hours stretched by and she didn’t message or come to my room.

Was it possible that what she had said was true? That she really didn’t want to be married to me anymore?

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