Betrayed By Wife

Dorian approached the towering gates of the opulent district, he was overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance that surrounded him.

There were acres of meticulously mowed lawns with vibrant, exotic flowers that seemed to defy the laws of nature. A reflective sheen of the cobblestone streets whispered under his worn delivery shoes.

There were ancient oak trees arching overhead, casting dappled shadows on the pristine sidewalks. Their branches were heavy with history. Along both sides of the road, mansions adorned with ornate balconies and ivy-covered facades rose like monuments to prosperity.

From the golden details on streetlights to the gleaming fountains adorning traffic circles, every detail radiated luxury. The air seemed richer, filled with the scent of freshly bloomed roses and hints of designer perfumes.

Dorian gazed with envy and admiration upon this lavish world, his humble origins coming into sharp relief against this lavish setting. 

As he stood before the massive oak door of his final delivery for the evening, Dorian couldn't help but feel like an intruder in this unique atmosphere. He felt his heart racing, not just from the weight of the package he clutched to his chest, but also from the knowledge that this world of privilege was so close yet so far away.

"At last!" Dorian exclaimed as he approached the door of the client. "This is the final delivery for the evening. After this, I can finally end the day and go back home to be with my wife."

Standing before a residence in the city's most opulent district, Dorian surveyed the surroundings, experiencing a mix of envy and admiration. 

Hailing from a well-off family, his wife occupied a prominent position in the nation's premier company while he worked as a delivery driver and other odd jobs.

This contrast between their social statuses often left him feeling self-conscious. 

With closed eyes, he made a resolute pledge to himself, whispering, "Someday, I'll be right here."

Clutching the small package near his chest, he knocked on the door, eagerly awaiting a response. 

After a few moments, the door opened, revealing a shirtless man. With blonde hair with light blue eyes and looked nothing less than a model, even though it felt like he was in his early forties. 

He groaned as he scratched the back of his head. "You guys always choose the wrong time to come." 

"Sorry sir, for disturbing you, but your package is here." Dorian pushed the small package in front of him. 

But a feminine voice came from behind before the man could grab it. "Who is it, baby?" 

Dorian's eyes fell on the girl who had just stepped forward, but his eyes grew wide as soon as he saw her. "You?"

Standing before him was his wife, Emily, the only love of his life. She was the most beautiful girl with golden hair and emerald eyes. Dorian met her in college, and both of them fell in love with each other. Their love grew, and after some time, they married each other. 

But now, what was she doing in the house of another man?

The man clutched the small package tightly with trembling hands, his knuckles turning white. His gaze never left Emily as he took a hesitant step forward. The experience felt cruel, like a nightmare he couldn't escape.

Dorian whispered to himself, "No, this can't be happening..."

As he approached them, the reality of the situation hit him like a tidal wave of despair. As he confronted Emily, he felt his voice quiver.

"What are you doing here dressed like that?" He yelled at the girl standing before him, wearing only a one-piece dress, revealing almost all of her body.

Seeing Dorian standing there, she was shocked, too, for a second. 

She stepped back in surprise, her lips parted and closed. But then she came forward and firmly said, "It's my life and I will do whatever I want to."

"What the hell are you talking about? You are my wife, so I have the right to ask you." Dorian seethed with anger.

"Oh, this is your so-called husband? Your little secret?" The man bent towards Emily as he snaked his arm around her, turning all of Dorian's assumptions about reality. 

He was sure his wife was cheating on him with that man. The girl he used to believe was the only one loyal to him in the world was also like all others. 

She hated him, too, just like everyone else.

Dorian glared at the hand snaked around his wife's waist when he heard her yell. 

She looked him in the eyes like she was proud of her current situation and said, "No, you don't. I'm my own person, and I will make my own decisions."

Instead of apologizing, Emily scoffed at him. She said to him, mockingly, "You are a good-for-nothing husband who cannot provide me with the life I desire. You always tell me to wait and wait and that father of yours doesn't even give you a penny." 

She waited for a second before she continued, "Get the fuck out of here, you cheap bastard. You have never helped me. Now a cheap person like you would tell me what to do or not. I don't need your advice or opinion. You are not worthy of my time." 

"It’s not my fault that my family disowned me. I have always tried to be my best and provide for us. I have worked hard and done everything possible to ensure we are taken care of." Dorian calmly told his wife, "I have never asked for anything in return."

"It's not my fault either," Emily taunted him.

Emily was angry with her family. She only wanted to marry Dorian because her family told her that Dorian was from the wealthiest family in the city.

"If I was told earlier that you are a cheap bastard of your father and that you are not recognized by him, I would never, ever marry someone cheap like you. Such a disgrace and an opprobrious person you are," Emily exploded at him.

"You just come with me right now. We'll talk about this later at home," Dorian said to his wife calmly.

"No, I have had enough of you. I am not coming with you, anyway. Just look at your cheap delivery boy uniform. If I go with you, it will be a disgrace for me as well. Do you think I'm going to be embarrassed in front of my friends? I would never do that. I'm not going with you and that's final."

"I am not going away from here without taking you with me," Dorian firmly responded to his wife, pushing the man beside her away.

Emily yelled at him with an expression on her face, "How can you touch this man? Look at yourself. There is no comparison between you and him."

"His name is John, and he is the wealthiest man living in the city," Emily told him.

It wasn't very comfortable for Dorian to see his wife comparing him with some other person, but he still hoped that his wife would return home with him.

Maybe she was saying this all in anger? 

"What's wrong with me other than I am a poor person?" Dorian asked his wife with a sad face.

Emily laughed with the man beside her and said, "That is your biggest problem.".

"Look at this man. I have always wanted a man just like him in my life," Emily taunted him while she held the hand of the man standing next to her.

Dorian was embarrassed to see his wife holding another man's hand in front of him. 

There wasn't anyone who liked Dorian in his life. Everyone left him, but he saw hope when Emily came into his life. He wanted to live again and work hard to provide his wife with a better life. 

"I beg you to come with me now. We will solve this matter later at home," Dorian asked his wife one last time.

"You don’t have the status to stand here. This is the most expensive place in the whole city. Get out of here before I call guards and they will drag you out of here," Emily chanted at him.

Emily’s words wounded Dorian’s pride. He thought of leaving for a moment, but still, he wanted to take Emily with him. So he decided to take bold steps.

"Come with me now," Dorian yelled at his wife and grabbed her hand in order to drag her out of there.

Emily freed her hand as she pushed him away from herself as hard as she could. 

Raising her eyebrows, she asked him, "Looks like you will not get out of here so easily."

He was taken aback by her response and felt embarrassed and ashamed. He slinked away from her, feeling powerless and helpless as his wife had put him in his place.

Emily yelled in a loud voice, "Guards! Guards!”

In a minute, the guards appeared in front of the door and Emily ordered them, "Throw this man out of here. He is constantly bothering us."