They Mocked The Wrong Man

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Marcus's face paled with shock. He couldn't believe the sight before him. His world crumbled as his woman rode his boss's rock-hard dick like he wasn't even there.

She rolled into a climax, squirting all over the walls of the room.

"Good one today," she whispered with a satisfied smile into Victor's ear when they were done. He grinned.

"Seems you're hyped today," Victor returned, totally ignoring the fact that her husband was standing right there.

"Shouldn't I be? It's our lovely anniversary today, isn't it?" She hummed with another seductive moan.

"Vanessa?" Marcus let out the word from the depth of his pain.

"Oh! The bitch is still standing there. Should I deal with him?"

She turned to Marcus, her expression twisted with disgust. "Is there any way that I can assist you, trash bag? Isn't it quite obvious that you're interrupting a moment here, bastard?"

The words growled through her teeth, cutting deep wounds straight into Marcus's heart.

"Is that really what you have to say?" Marcus's voice shook. "You're freaking cheating on me, Vanessa, and that's all your guts could produce?"

"Oh my prince, I'm really sorry if you were expecting more and I didn't live up to your expectations," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Should I kneel? Roll on the floor? How should I treat you appropriately, my liege?"

Victor snickered under his breath. "She's quite entertaining."

"Don't do that," Victor added with a cruel grin. "What floors would he have left to clean to keep his job in this company?"

"That's absolutely right!" Vanessa commented, drawing Victor in for a kiss.

Each word they spoke drained the blood from Marcus's face.

"We're supposed to have our wedding anniversary today," Marcus said, his voice breaking. "Our child's gender reveal. And this is what you're doing?"

She drew closer with sharp intentionality, disdain laced into each step she took toward him.

"Oh, that." She waved dismissively. "I was going to keep it a secret until after I gave birth. You know, after you're done taking care of me, making those lovely soups, being the good little servant you are. Then I was going to tell you the child wasn't yours and feed some lies to the public."

"What?" Marcus stumbled backward.

"I've been seeing Victor for quite a while now. Four months, maybe? And whenever I'm with you?" She laughed cruelly. "I always take morning-after pills. I'd never be caught dead fathering the child of a pig like you."

"Four months..." Marcus whispered, the words barely escaping his lips.

"Did you hear that, Victor? He's counting," Vanessa said mockingly. "Yes, Marcus. Four whole months. Every time you kissed me goodnight, I'd already had him that afternoon."

"Every business meeting I told you about?" She continued, her voice sharp and deliberate. "I was riding him in hotel rooms while you packed my bags like a good little butler."

Marcus could barely hear anymore. He'd been so happy about becoming a father. He'd planned to work harder, maybe start a new business with his savings.

But now.

He stumbled back, pain slithering through his veins.

"You're in pain?" Victor's voice cut through the silence. "Did you really think she was going to bring your trash into this world? You're so delusional to even have such a thought."

"She showed me the trash you get her as gifts," Victor continued with a sneer. "Trinkets. Soups. Dog chains. And what was it—change for beggars?"

"Exactly," Vanessa added. "Pocket change and cheap necklaces. Like I'm some charity case."

"Compared to being the owner of a multi-million dollar company, those are absolute trash, Marcus," Victor said, leaning back smugly. "The amount I spend on this suit and her bracelet would feed you for a year."

He flashed a wicked grin.

"Exactly. He's nothing more than the upgraded version of a dog," Vanessa said with venom.

A pained chuckle escaped Marcus's lips.

"I didn't realize wealth meant this much to you," he said quietly.

"So this is how you fulfill the promise you made at the altar? Before everyone?"

"Spare me the lecture!" Vanessa growled through her teeth.

"I could put up with your stink when you had nothing, Marcus. But with the scent of poverty rolling all over you? I could never do that. Never."

They'd gotten married when he was still under his father's company—one of the top ten tech companies in the city at that time.

Until his father was attacked and lost his life. Marcus had tried to maintain the fragments of his wealth, but the trade wars from a few years ago had made him lose everything.

"Guess I know who you truly are now," Marcus said, his voice hollow. "And the world should too."

He pulled out his cell phone from where he'd kept it hidden.

While they'd been so lost in their act, too consumed to even notice him, he'd recorded everything.

"Let's see how the world reacts to this."

He uploaded the video to I*******m and TikTok, tagging his boss and his wife with the caption:

*"What a lovely way for a child reveal. Or should I say, a cheating reveal?"*

With those words, Marcus turned and left the office, leaving them almost clueless about what he'd just done.

Until their phones started blowing up with likes, notifications, and comments.

*"This can't be true!"*

*"How could someone be so manipulative!"*

*"She's disgusting."*

*"The boss AND the wife? That's low."*

Comment after comment piled up on social media.

Mr. Victor's face instantly drained of color. Vanessa's expression broke into frantic panic as they both yelled out his name together, almost at the same time.

"Marcus!"

The air was cold as Marcus stepped outside, the pain seeping through every bit of his body.

Memories flooded his mind—the happy moments they'd shared together, the promises of being together forever. They were all for nothing.

"That's him!" He heard voices cutting through the deep fog of his pain.

Death-hungry looking men. Bulky and terrible in nature, ready to tear him apart. He recognized them almost instantly, his nose twisting with scorn.

These men—Vince, Saint, and the rest of the security department—had joined in bullying him over the years, making a joke of him at every opportunity.

In fact, Vince, being the cousin of the manager, took particular pleasure in doing so.

He stepped forward, chest puffed out with pride and arrogance.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Marcus quickly put on a deep poker face that masked his pain.

"Is there something *you* can help *us* with?" They burst out into laughter.

"The audacity!" one of them commented, shaking his head.

Vince drew dangerously close with spilling bravado, until Marcus could feel his breath on him.

"You made a post that's going to give the company and my uncle a bad name," Vince said slowly, deliberately. "You're going to edit it right this instant with a clip of the truth."

"What truth?" Marcus batted an eye like a man who didn't care for his life anymore.

"That you were trying to frame them," Vince said through clenched teeth. "Because your wife left you for your boss a while back. Because you were abusive, and he helped her out. You couldn't stand the relationship between them, so you staged this whole thing. That's the truth you're going to post. And nobody has to get hurt."

He dusted off Marcus's shoulders in a threatening gesture, but Marcus didn't budge.

For a man who'd already lost everything—his wealth, his father, his wife, and everything else that made life worth living—he didn't mind adding one more thing to that list.

"If there's anyone an apology is owed to, it's me," Marcus said coldly. "And until that apology is given, the video is going to remain right where it's supposed to be."

Shock rippled across their faces.

The Marcus they all knew was a submissive dog who would do anything he was told. But this person? He seemed totally different.

"Are you out of your mind, talking back at me?" Vince growled angrily, fury flickering through his veins.

He'd never thought a bottom feeder like Marcus would ever have the guts to exchange words with him.

"The hard way, huh?" Vince's voice dropped dangerously low. "The hard way it's going to be."

They grabbed him from every side. Marcus tried to break free from their firm grip. However, while he was just an ordinary lean-muscled man, these men were finely trained—some even military veterans feared in the business world.

He stood no chance against them.

They held Marcus in place, head facing Vince as he stood over him with a triumphant smile.

Just then, a slap tore across Vince's face, sending him rolling across the pavement until he crashed into a wall.

Everyone's attention snapped toward the source.

An old man had just emerged from a sleek black car, a bouncer beside him. His arms were strong and firm despite his age.

"Don't lay your hands on him again, or that'll be your fate too," the old man said calmly.

Just a single stare from him froze the blood of the security men. For a few moments, their steps faltered, and their insides almost melted with fear.