ALPHA QUEEN

ISABELLA

I look at myself for the umpteenth time in the elevator mirror to make sure that my beige trench coat is still on and that no one can see that I'm only in my underwear underneath. I still can't believe I'm going to catch Dominic in his office wearing nothing but sexy lingerie under my trench coat and a pair of six-inch pumps. But I think it's necessary, after he cheated on me a few months ago, I've been questioning myself a lot and it's true that I've let myself go for a while. The higher Dom climbed the corporate ladder, the more time I spent alone, and working from home didn't help matters either. I tried to take better care of myself, to surprise him with romantic dinners, but I don't feel I've made any real progress with him.

The elevator doors open and I walk out with my head held high. Come on, girl, you can do it! I encourage myself. I cross the corridor with its immaculate white walls and I pass Marissa's desk, Dominic's assistant, who rises abruptly from her chair, eyes wide.

"Mrs. Jenkins, you can't go in there.” She tries to block my way, but she's not quick enough. "Just let me let him know you're coming!" She shouts, but I refuse to let her spoil my surprise.

I open the office door and my world comes crashing down. The smile on my face slowly fades away. Have you ever experienced a scene and not really known whether your brain is playing tricks on you or whether it's really happening? Well, that's exactly what I'm experiencing. Harsh reality hits me in the face. Dom's back is to me, screwing Helen, one of the firm's partners, who's sitting on the desk. She's the first to notice me and her moans stop abruptly.

"Dom! Your... wife." She says and he stops dead in his tracks.

A few seconds pass before he turns his head without even bothering to pull his cock out of his fucking colleague.

"Isa, could you please get out? I'm kind of busy." He tells me calmly and the redheaded bitch giggles.

He looks at me with disdain in his blue eyes. On his desk right next to them, I see the photo of me I'd given him for his first day. I wanted him to think of me while he worked hard. And now he's screwing that slut right under my nose, and the humiliation isn't bad enough, he has to act smart in front of her. That's what it took for me to realize that no matter what I do, things will never get better. I'm not the problem, he is. How could I have been so blind and naive?

I look him straight in the eyes holding my head high, my jaw set and turn around, slamming the door behind me.

"I'm sorry..." I hear Marissa's voice from a distance but I don't bother to look at her. She knew exactly what that bastard was doing behind my back, which is why she didn't want me to go in. Who else knew about this? I feel like the joke's on me. I keep my eyes aimed at the elevator. I refuse to be taken for a fool any longer. I deserve better than this masquerade of a wedding. Better than this asshole who continually disrespects me.

The elevator doors open and I press 3 to Freddie's office. He specializes in divorce, and even though he works for the same firm as Dom, I know he'll defend my interests, being a friend of my parents.