Man Of Honour: Never The Loser, Ex-wife!

“Good night, Mr Cross.”

Worry was etched on his handsome face as he stood up from the sofa and started pacing. He raked his hand through his dark brown hair as he dialled a number.

The phone rang. And rang.

“Come on, Susan. Just pick up,” he said worriedly as he looked at the time.

“Where on earth are you at this time?” he muttered in frustration as he tried again.

Another thought came to his mind, but his finger hovered above the buttons of the small, cracked phone in his hand.

Susan's parents, who were currently on vacation, would definitely scold him if he called them without being told to.

Still, his gaze went to the clock again and he decided to risk it.

Two rings. Then the call was picked.

“Who the hell is your mum, eh?” A disgusted voice yelled at him from the other end.

Julian's hand tightened against the phone as anger surged within him. He could hear Carlos's voice in the background too. “Why is that fool calling?”

Julian focused on the most important thing, and calmly said, “I am sorry, Mrs Gibson. I just wanted to know if Susan has called you. She is not home yet, and she is not picking my calls, so I thought…”

“You are monitoring my daughter now? Who the hell do you think you are? If you have too much time on your hands, why not use it to…”

Julian's head jerked towards the door as he heard a sound.

Joy leapt in his heart as a beautiful brunette with a curvaceous body, dressed in a slinky black dress, entered.

“Of course, she is home. Where else would…”

Julian disconnected the call knowing he would catch hell for it later. But for now, he didn't care.

“Susan, where have you been? I have been calling you nonstop,” he said as he moved closer to where she leaned against the door.

She opened her eyes and the grey eyes froze him with something close to hatred as she moved from the door.

Julian caught the bag before it smacked him in the crotch, even as his nose twitched with the smell that followed Susan into the opulent sitting room.

“You have been drinking? You know you are not supposed to drink. Your stomach…”

“Shut the fuck up, Julian!” Her slap followed her words so fast that Julian couldn't dodge it.

As he held his face in shock, she pushed his shoulder away while trying to pass him. Instead, she was the one who almost fell as she stumbled.

Julian quickly grabbed her before she cracked her head open on the tile. Instead of gratitude, as soon as she stood firm, she immediately pushed him away with a sneer.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on me! How shameless of you to try to take advantage of me while…!”

The chandelier glinted at something on her neck. Blood drained from Julian's head as a rushing sound filled his ears, drowning out Susan's scolding.

Before he could stop himself, he had grabbed her face and turned her head aside for a closer look.

She batted at his hands. “Hey, what is wrong with you?! Take your hands off me now or…!”

“Is that hickeys?!” Julian voiced his disbelief, even though the evidence was right there on her milky white skin.

That could only mean one thing. She wouldn't do that, right?

Susan stilled for a second before she pushed him hard. She got angrier when he did not budge, and raised her hand to slap him again.

This time, he caught her hand mid-air. Despite the turmoil roaring in him, he looked straight at her widened eyes and asked in a deceptively soft voice, “I asked you a question, Susan. Are you cheating on me?”

“Wha… what are you talking about?” She seemed flustered for a moment. Then, confidence shone in her eyes again as she drilled her coral-painted nail into his hard chest.

“What gave you the right to ask me such a question? You seem to forget your place again, Julian. Have you forgotten who is bankrolling everything in this house? You are nothing but a worthless househusband. How is it any of your business what I do with my body? You think you are man enough to ask me that?”

The pain that lanced through Julian at her cruel words made his hand slacken on hers. She used that opportunity to jerk her hand away, then rubbed where his hand had touched her like there was dirt there.

“You are useless to me, Julian. If not for my promise to grandpa, you think I would still keep you around?” Her eyes slitted into daggers as she continued, “Don't tell me you are thinking I would give in soon and let you touch me when that has never happened in the past five years.”

She scoffed at the hurt expression on Julian's face. “You really are stupid if you…”

The shrill ring of her phone cut her off and she groaned at the noise.

The phone was still in the purse in Julian's hand and she snapped at him, “Give me the damn phone or are you trying to kill me with a headache?”

Chalking up her increased aggression to her drunkenness, Julian passed her phone to her. He watched her struggle to pick the phone while shielding her eyes from the bright light.

Out of habit, he almost reached out to help her when she finally managed it.

“Hey, girl! What have you been up to?!” A voice Julian recognised said excitedly through the phone.

He saw Susan wince even as she responded, “Hey Cecile, what's up?”

“I should be asking you,” Cecile said as Susan kicked off her shoes in Julian's direction, one of them hitting his shin. “Girl, you’ve been having all the fun.”

“What fun are you talking about?” Susan asked as she sagged into the vinyl couch.

“Are you asking me that? Girl, don't even pretend with me. Anyways, just check the trending news on Socials. I will call you back for the full gist. You have to tell me everything. I bet that useless husband of yours will cry himself to sleep tonight!”

With a nasty laugh, Cecile disconnected the call.

Susan squinted at the phone. Then she jerked it towards Julian.

He was tempted to ignore her. Still, something told him he would want to see this. After all, Cecile just mentioned him.

He collected the phone from her and clicked the search bar. He was about to type in trending news when the most searched name caught his eyes.

He clicked on it and a video with over four million views popped up. He tapped on it, and his world shattered.

Deep-throated grunts and blood-sizzling moans filled the room. Even Susan, who had shielded her arm over her eyes, suddenly turned towards him.

“Fuck, you are so sweet,” a man grunted.

Susan jerked off the couch, with her hand stretched towards Julian. “Give…!”

The woman in the video turned her head in ecstasy, glossy brown hair falling aside to show a face that made Julian's hand go limp.

“You are so tight, Susan,” came the grunt again as the man slammed into her over and over again.