Page 22 of Prince Cheating Charming

Alexander

Iknelt on the floor of the bathroom, clutching the toilet. My stomach wrenched as I vomited, dry heaving as the cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck, rolling down my shirt. My arms are shaking as they grip the toilet.

My wife is serious about this. Delilah really wants to break apart our marriage because of what I did. She wants to leave me.

Remembering that makes me dry heave uncontrollably again, the shame running down my face and back like white-hot lines of bitter regret.

How could I have been so stupid and careless? I knew when I was caught with Julia that she was upset. And yet I kept going. Because she was right. I was used to getting my own way in all things, and I hadn’t felt like giving up the pleasure of a few minutes of amusement. I thought my wife would always be waiting for me with open arms and open thighs.

But now she wasn’t. She wasn’t at lunch and she wasn’t at dinner. Instead of being eager to see me, she was actively avoiding me. It turned my stomach so badly to not see Delilah that I had barely been able to eat any food.

Everything had changed. A few minutes with another woman wouldn’t be a fucking pleasure now. Even the thought of having sex with any other woman besides my wife turns my stomach to ash and fire.

I should never have been so stupid and lazy. Delilah wasn’t like the other aristocratic ladies of the court, and I should have known that. For one thing, they often didn’t even like their husbands, so it was usual to grit your teeth and look the other way unless the affairs became conspicuous.

But not only had Delilah actually cared for me, but I had been conspicuous.

I thought my stomach was completely emptied, but it turns out it was not, as I dry-heaved again, my stomach tensing and retching uncontrollably as my mind replayed those awful words.

I don’t believe you and it doesn’t matter

Please, no. Please don’t let it be too late. The bathroom spun around me as my panic engulfed me, stars flashing in and out of my vision. I was forced to lean my head against the toilet seat, my heartbeat pounding in my chest as I curled into a tense ball, trying to focus on my breathing to get past the feeling.

But it only receded slightly. The panic stayed there, throbbing below the surface.

I rested my forehead against the cool toilet seat.

Another night without my wife.

How could I survive it?

The seconds ticked by painfully slowly.

And who was she with? My stomach roiled with jealousy. Was there someone else? Is that why she suddenly wanted a divorce?

I absolutely could not handle the thought of Delilah with another man. Even the thought of it had me clenching my fists, wanting to rip this imaginary man apart with my bare hands.

Is that how she had felt not knowing where I was? Knowing I had slept with other women?

The guilt wracked me and I vomited again, my aching stomach tightening painfully as I heaved into the toilet over and over again, my forehead and chest sticky with sweat.

My arms were shaking almost uncontrollably.

When it seemed like I might not immediately throw up again, I crawled over to the sink and pulled myself to a standing position. My reflection looking back at me looked like absolute shit. I had to get myself together for this plan to have a fucking cold chance in hell of working.

I didn’t want to think about what would happen if I failed. Failure wasn’t an option.

The first step was convincing Delilah I was never going to cheat again.

The next step was convincing her that I did care about the people in the palace, and the everyday people in my Kingdom, and I could be more than just a selfish jackass.

CHAPTER 9

Delilah

Iwas eating a leisurely lunch, which I had taken in my room with Libby, when we suddenly heard a panicked banging on the door.

“What did you do to the King?” my mother-in-law shrieked hysterically.

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