The Urban God Of Riverdale

"Colton, I want you to forward the acceptance mail to Emma. She has always wanted a cooperation with Neon Cosmetic Group, and this is going to be the greatest anniversary gift for her."

"On it, young master. Everything will be processed in a few minutes!" The other caller's voice rang through the speaker of the phone with a mixture of reverence and fear.

Rowen had a broad smile on his face as he settled his cell phone on the table and stared at his watch.

Today was his wedding anniversary with Emma, the girl who had saved his life years ago and whom he had come to love, wishing to spend the rest of his life with her.

He had prepared a mini feast for her at Hilltop Five-Star Hotel, clearing the whole place to recreate the first time they had met, eyes locked into each other and their souls connecting like they had been made for each other even before the world began.

Rowen was beyond excited as he waited for her.

However, his excitement soon began to boil down into a deep sense of apprehension settling in his chest.

The clock in the room seemed to grow louder and even the air turned hot.

It had been three hours since he had been waiting for Emma, hoping that she would show up and they would have the best night of their lives.

His calls weren't going through, Emma wasn't responding to his texts, and worse, she was online and wasn't responding.

"Could something have gone wrong?" he thought. He was now pacing through the top floor, trying to settle his restlessness that only grew even further.

With these thoughts on his mind, he got up from his seat to find her when a familiar voice and pattern of steps hit the halls.

Rowen's mind instantly settled.

He didn't need to look up to know that was his Emma.

A broad smile cut through Rowen's face. He had immediately forgotten about the apprehension that had burned within him while he waited.

He fixed his suit and picked up the rose flowers that Emma loved so much and turned to give them to her.

Then the smile washed off his face in a flash.

Just up ahead, Emma was in another man's arms, kissing him so passionately without a care in the world, leading him into the building by the loins.

The man was obviously hard and Emma was dripping, craving him like an obedient sl*t.

Rowen's jaw dropped; his world, just like his heart, broke into multiple pieces.

He wiped his face, desperate to remove the sight that laid bare before his eyes.

"It has to be a dream."

"There's no way that Emma could be doing this, especially not today. I must be seeing things!"

Rowen said these words to himself; he was desperate to make lies and excuses to ease the pain that hammered on his chest without mercy.

However, the sight before him remained. Even worse, the man gripped her by the a**, his tongue digging deeper into hers, and she didn't resist.

The rose flowers that Rowen held tightly in his hands instantly dropped, and when he opened his mouth to speak, just one word ushered out.

"Emma!" he said through his cracked voice and shattered heart.

The duo that stood before him instantly paused. For the first time, Emma noticed that someone else—her husband—was actually in the room.

The instant their eyes crossed paths, her face blurred into different shades of purple before turning pale from the intensity of the shock.

Her mouth opened to speak, then closed, opened again, and then closed.

And just as the shock came, it was gone.

Her face hardened and she let a smile play on her lips while she stared at him.

"You are here, husband!" Rowen could not tell if that was deliberate mockery or just a statement meant to cover up the embarrassment that she felt at the moment.

She looked around like she was searching for something before turning her gaze fully back to him.

"Hmm, what could you possibly be doing here, Rowen? We both know that you cannot afford this place. So tell me, are you here for a job, or are you here to beg instead?" she asked.

Her face was smug with dark tints of nonchalance.

There was not the tiniest shade of guilt on her face, not even the slightest bit of shame for what she had done and the fact that she had been caught red-handed by the one she had vowed to love on the altar and in the presence of witnesses three years ago.

Rowen scoffed, then his face hardened into a frown that was only meant to control the rage and the hurricane of pain that crashed into the edges of his soul.

"Shouldn't the question be what you are doing with another man, Emma, when today is our freaking wedding anniversary?" he almost growled.

"Oh this?" Emma turned around to the young man that she had walked in with.

"This is Fred, the CEO of Ravetech and one of the fastest-rising companies in the city!" she added, like she was introducing a god to Rowen, someone that he was supposed to show respect and bow to.

"What are you still doing here, Rowen? You should bow and show your respect. It ain't every day you get to meet someone that can change your life with a call!"

This time, Rowen didn't miss the mockery in that tone. Those words were meant to crush him, and compared to how she folded into the hands of the young man and disrespected him, it was nothing.

"So this is the useless husband that you told me about. The one that sucks all day and leeches on you. I remember you calling him the biggest mistake of your lifetime!" Fred said.

Rowen's hands clenched tightly as he said those words, giving Fred the satisfaction to go even further with the derogatory statements.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"He's even more miserable than I thought. Hey bro, since you have been taking care of my girl for three years and you've been playing fetch for her, why don't I reward you and give you a place as a cleaner in my company?"

"Aww, that's so caring of you, Fred!" Emma said, with her eyes lifted.

"You should take the offer quickly, Rowen. This might be the only opportunity you get to eat properly."

Rowen ignored her words. He drew closer, his eyes locked against hers.

"Emma, you dare to cheat on me with another man, you disrespect me on our wedding anniversary, and this is all you have to say?"

Emma's face suddenly turned cold and hostile, dripping with so much hate the instant he said this.

"And what do you expect me to do? Freaking beg you? You must be out of your senses, Rowen, to think someone like me, way above your league, would stoop so low to do that!" she thundered.