Abandoned Wife:Billionaire's Long-Awaited Bride

(Rosalie's POV) "Oh, God-harder-yes-yes-please-oh God, I'm going to come-" The hallway should have been silent at this hour. Instead, it echoed with rhythmic pounding and a woman's loud moans. I stood frozen in the corridor of Steel Tech's executive floor, the important contract I'd returned for clutched in my trembling hand. I just attended an important business dinner, and after it ended, I remembered that I still had an important contract to review, so I went back to the office to pick it up. I'd used my access card to enter the top floor. The CEO's office area should have been empty. But the sounds coming from Lucian's office told a different story. My feet carried me forward against my will. Through the half-open door, I saw something that would be seared into my memory forever. My fiancé Lucian had Delilah Ward-the administrative assistant hired just three months ago-bent over his expensive mahogany desk. His hand gripped her throat, fingers digging into her soft skin, controlling her every breath. Her face was pressed against the polished wood, her cheek smeared with sweat and smudged makeup. Lucian's pants were around his ankles, his thick c**k thrusting deep into her p***y from behind with brutal force, each slam making her body jolt forward. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, panties discarded on the floor, and her ass cheeks jiggled with every powerful thrust. His balls slapped against her c**t rhythmically, the wet sounds filling the room. "You little slut," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I'm going to f**k your tight p***y so hard you can't walk tomorrow. Take every inch of my c**k, you filthy whore." Delilah whimpered, her voice breaking, "It's too much, Lucian-your c**k is so big, it's stretching me open-I can't take it-I'm dying from how deep you're pounding me." He didn't slow down; instead, he pulled her hair back, arching her body, and slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "Beg for more, b***h. Tell me how much you love my d**k splitting you apart." "Please-f**k me harder-ram that huge c**k into my dripping cunt," she gasped, pushing back against him, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs. As I watched, a storm of emotions crashed through me-betrayal like a sharp blade twisting in my gut, but mixed with a humiliating flicker of arousal that I hated myself for feeling. My heart pounded, not just from pain, but from the raw intensity of seeing him like this, so primal and unrestrained, something he'd never shown me. Anger burned hot, making my chest tighten, yet there was a fragile vulnerability underneath, a whisper of self-doubt that wondered why I wasn't enough, why he'd choose her eager submission over our shared history. Tears pricked my eyes, but I couldn't look away, each thrust he gave her feeling like a personal rejection, eroding the foundation of who I thought we were. He pulled out suddenly, his c**k glistening with her wetness, hard and veined, the head swollen and red. He sat in his leather chair, stroking himself lazily. "Get over here and ride me, you c**k-hungry slut." Delilah climbed onto his lap without hesitation, straddling him, her p***y hovering over his erection. She gripped his shaft, guiding it to her entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside her. "Oh f**k, your c**k fills me up so good," she moaned, starting to roll her hips, grinding her c**t against his pubic bone. She cupped her breasts, pushing them toward his mouth. He sucked on her n*****s greedily, biting down just enough to make her cry out. "Lucian," she panted, her voice breathy and coy. "Who's sexier-me or Rosalie?" His laughter was cruel, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly, thrusting upward with unbridled urgency. "Don't mention that woman. She wears those dead, boring suits every day. In bed she's frigid-stiff as a board. Any man would lose his appetite looking at her." He thrust up hard, his c**k slamming deep into her, making her gasp. "f**k, your p***y is so wet and tight-squeezing my d**k like a vice." "I've been with her for years," he continued, groping her breasts roughly, pinching her n*****s until she squealed. "And now even if she stripped naked and spread herself on the bed, I wouldn't want to touch her. Not like you, you little w***e. Just looking at your ass makes me want to s***k it red and f**k it raw." His hands gripped her hips, controlling her movements, forcing her to ride him faster. "Remember the first time I f****d you? Just like this. You spread those legs and sank down on my c**k yourself. So f*****g dirty. You came so hard, squirting all over my balls." Delilah giggled, the sound high and pleased, her body undulating as she ground down on him. "Then why are you still going to marry her? While you're balls-deep in my p***y?" He laughed loudly, and slapped her ass again, the c***k echoing. "Without her running Steel Tech for me, making me money, how could I afford to f**k you to o****m every night? Now shut up and milk my c**k-I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum." Each word was a knife between my ribs, but as I stood there, the pain evolved into something more layered-a deep sorrow for the years I'd lost, intertwined with a growing rage that felt like fire in my veins. Watching him belittle her while simultaneously confessing his contempt for me, I felt a clarity like never before; this man had changed completely. Seven years together. Five years of complete devotion. And to him, it had all been a carefully orchestrated business transaction. --- I forced myself to step back. My nails dug into my palms so hard I felt skin break. The pain kept me from storming in there and demanding answers. I want revenge, but not now-especially not while I am so vulnerable. They would pay. But I needed to be smart about it. I walked slowly back to the elevator, breathing carefully through my nose. In the empty lobby downstairs, I pulled out my phone. My finger hovered over Lucian's number for just a moment before I pressed call. It rang three times. "Babe?" His voice was deliberately low, but I could hear the breathlessness underneath. "Why are you calling so late?" I kept my tone perfectly calm. "The dinner just ended on my end. Are you still at the office? Do you need me to bring you a cup of coffee on my way?" There was a pause. Then I heard him struggle to control his breathing. A muffled grunt came through the line. Then a sharp smack-skin on skin. Delilah's breathy moan was barely muffled in the background. He was still f*****g her. While talking to me. "No need, babe," Lucian said, his voice strained but trying for normal. "I've still got some files to review. Might be late getting home. You should get some rest." Another feminine whimper in the background. He coughed quickly, trying to cover it. How could he humiliate me like this? Anger gathered in my chest." What was that sound?" I asked, injecting just the right amount of confusion into my voice. "It sounded like... a woman moaning."