Her Sweetest Revenge: The Unimaginable Comeback

It was drizzling outside and Flora was in the kitchen, preparing her husband's favourite dinner, macaroni and cheese, when her phone suddenly began to ring.

She glanced at the caller ID and smiled.

It's her husband, Richard Wilson.

Today is their one month anniversary and he had told her in the morning that he can't wait to return home and eat his favourite dinner specially made by her.

"Hey babe, you're on your way already?" She asked as soon as she placed the phone on her ear.

"Nope. I just need a little favour from you." The enchanting masculine voice replied from the other end of the phone.

"Clara just landed at the airport, and I have much work on my table for now. Can you help me pick her up?" He asked.

"Sure. That's not a big deal." Flora responded without a hint of hesitation.

Of course, she's been praying for this opportunity to come, so why would she say 'no' to a request like this?

Clara is Richard's twin sister who has been away for five years, and has only been communicating with Flora through voice and video calls.

Even her wedding with Richard was streamed on live TV just so that Clara could watch it online.

Without hesitation, Flora fastened the cooking process so she would not keep her favourite sister in-law waiting for long.

"Hey Debby. Guess what? My sister in-law just landed at the airport! Can you please accompany me to the airport as I drive her home? Please, don't turn me down, girl.." Flora quickly sends a voice note to her best friend, Debby, while she finds the best dress that'll make her look presentable and give Clara a good impression at first sight.

Before she was done dressing, Debby had texted her a spot where they'll meet along the airport road.

Reaching the airport, Flora was still scanning the different faces of all the young and beautiful women around the environment, trying to locate her sister in-law when a young lady in blue, wearing a soft smile with her beauty accentuated by an exquisite facial feature suddenly ran towards her.

"Heeyyy, I've finally got to see you! What an epitome of beauty!" The lady exclaimed as she hopped on Flora with a tight hug.

"Wow! I trust my brother. I know that he always has eyes for good things." She added.

Flora couldn't help but blush unceasingly.

"You're not looking bad, either. Now, I know why Richard always sings your praises, and is always insisting that he must screen any man who wants to marry you." Flora teased.

Staring at the elegant lady before her, Flora couldn't help but imagine the looks of her unborn daughter with Richard.

Neither of them nor their family has ugly looks, so there's absolutely no way their child will look different.

As they drove towards the Wilson's mansion, Clara requested that they stop by at a lounge, her favourite restaurant when she was in New York, so that she can have one shot of her best drink and a plate of her favourite dish.

"I've really missed everything about De-earnest Lounge, you know. Trust me, you'll be persuading your husband to visit here often once you try their services." Clara said and they all bursted out with laughter as they gist and walk towards the counter.

The restaurant setting was classy and enchanting. As usual, Flora ordered for a chilled non-alcoholic wine while Clara and Debby took endless shots of whiskey.

After a few minutes, Flora felt as if her body was being roasted on fire. Her vision suddenly turned blurred. She couldn't move her legs, as she began to feel groggy and drowsy.

She reached out with her hands and grabbed someone's arms. She wanted to call for help, but was overpowered by a strong masculine scent.

"Cla–ra, Debby, where are ..." Before she could finish, her slightly opened lips were blocked by force.

She tried to resist, but she was powerless. The man did not give her any chance to skip away from his arms. He proceeded to submerge her tongue into his, devouring her lips with kisses before moving gradually to her chin and neck.

'Shouldn't she be repelled by this stranger's kiss?'

However, she was quivering in pleasure as his hands moved to the balls on her chest, tickling her nipples gently. She began to moan in deep pleasure.

This was exactly the type of pleasure that Richard made her feel on their wedding night.

In split seconds, she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Unlike Richard's, the intense forceful penetration was overwhelming.

Early in the morning, the rays of the sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating all the enticing ornaments in the room.

On the large sofa, a slender lady lay peacefully at one edge, her body covered under the duvet, while messy clothes and lingeries were thrown carelessly on the beige coloured tiles.

The faint saint of lovemaking lingers everywhere around the room.

In her deep sleep, she suddenly heard a large bang on the door. At first, she was reluctant to get up, but when the door suddenly burst open, she forced her eyes open.

She blinked slowly. The moment she was able to open her eyes fully, she sighted her husband, Richard Wilson, standing at the doorway, his arms wrapped around his chest and his face twisted in disgust as he stared at her.

Her mother in-law and Clara were also standing beside him, looking utterly surprised as they stared at her.

"Ri…Richard…" She stuttered. Her entire body stiffened up when she realised she was naked under the duvet.

She looked around the features of the room, It was nothing less than a first class hotel setting.

"Where am I Richard? How…how did I end up here? I mean, who..."

"Would you shut up your silly mouth, you shameless bitch! To think that you still have the temerity to boldly ask me how you ended up here is the most disgusting thing, Flora!" Richard sneered.

"Tell me, which bastard did you give your body to?" He roared.

'What is he even saying?' she thought.

Flora narrowed her eyes and tried to recall what actually happened last night, but her brain was blank.

The only thing she could remember was the bonding moment she was having with Clara and Debby at a restaurant after driving some miles away from the airport.

Clara walked closer to the bed with her mother, their faces twisted in disgust.

"Clara, hope your camera is good enough to take a clear picture of your sister in-law who shamelessly slept with another man just a month after her wedding."

'Sleep with another man?' Flora swallowed painfully.

"I swear, I didn't ..." Flora stuttered, trying to explain herself, but Richard played dump. He strode towards the bed and pulled her long hair, making her scream in pain.

He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her out of the bed, revealing her neck and shoulders, which shows more glaring evidence of kisses all over her body, making her defence to be meaningless.

"Capture those areas clearly." Henya instructed.

"Trust me, mother." Clara held the camera, smirking. "Oh wow! Nobody needs to be told that you actually had a great time with your sugar boy last night!"

'Fuck! How did I even end up in this mess?' Flora mumbled in silence.

At every ticking seconds, she kept imagining some disgusting scenes in her head.

She shifted her gaze towards Richard, her once handsome and always smiling husband is now standing before her, looking at her with total disgust in his eyes as if she were some piece of trash.

"Richard, please listen to me. I..." She tried to explain.

"Enough, Flora!" He snapped

"You're overly shameless, Flora! Cheating on me after just a month of standing on the altar? I don't care how it happened or who you had it with, but.... Just get ready for a divorce." He motioned, and in split seconds , he walked out of the room without a second glance at her.