Since Mikkel had his first affair three years ago, exactly three days after our wedding, I had begun considering making plans to leave him.
But Mikkel Farrho, my husband, was such a charmer. I kept postponing. He'd beg me and woo me all over again anytime I caught him having one of his sleazy affairs. There were even times when I thought he would change for my sake.
"No offense Donna, but I'm a man. I can't help it," he had told me once after a round of reconciliatory sex; after I had forgiven him for the umpteenth time. Really, he was beginning to take me for granted. And I was such a simp that I couldn't see it until he got with Helen Strutter, my rival since diapers.
I walked in on him banging her on top our matrimonial bed. Even as I ran out, he did not pursue me.
"Don't you dsre pull out now," I heard Helen snarling at him. Then the moans and the groans continued, much to my chagrin. Round after round after round. I think they both assumed I had left, when really I was helping myself to several flutes of champagne and turning their sex sounds to classical music. They were at it for over three hours. My eyes were watery but I did not cry. It was at that moment I accepted that Mikkel would never change.
The cheating scum.
"Oh my…!" Helen jumped upon seeing me on the living room couch. She tried unsuccessfully to arrange her rumpled hair, and tied the fluffy bathrobe to cover her naked body. My bathrobe.
"Donna?" Mikkel secured the towel around his waist as if he was scared I might jump him. "You're still here."
"Helen Strutter? Of all people?" I wailed, part of the hurt I had been hiding for so long escaped into my voice. Since elementary school, Helen had always seen it fit to compete with me. She always strove to pull one uppers on me. After I married Mikkel who she thought she would also steal but failed, she flew out of the country and I had not heard of her since. Mikkel knew how much I disliked Helen and I always thought he was the one thing I had that Helen would never be able to covet. How very wrong I was! Now she was giving me a smug smirk. She had won.
But Mikkel was no saint despite what our public lives would suggest. I would gladly give him to a bitch like Helen. They were befitting for each other.
"What do you mean by 'of all people'?" Helen snorted. "I am clearly better than you in all aspects." She went and trailed her hands along Mikkel's chest, kissing and licking his nipples, with Mikkel clearly enjoying it. He even grabbed her ass. He had always done his affairs behind my back despite his sloppy methods of hiding them. Yet, here he was, flaunting this rude bitch in my face.
"You could never satisfy me Donna," he confessed. "You are so boring in bed. You have a lot to learn from Helen. You should ask for tips."
"Tips on how to seduce married men? No thanks."
"At least I do it well. You couldn't seduce a warthog if your life depended on it."
I scoffed. How could Mikkel stoop this low? Marrying a woman who thought stealing men was something to be proud of? Knowing Helen, she probably hadn't made much of her life. She felt no need to be an intentional earner since her parents were filthy rich and she could squander money without leaving a dent. She was a spoilt child in the body of a young woman. Forgive me, but I had even higher hopes for Mikkel that I did for her; and that's saying a lot considering that I had made up my mind to divorce him.
"Call your lawyers. We'll met up to discuss the terms of divorce before the week ends," I said coldly.
Mikkel's face instantly darkened. He fumed. Helen still looked smug. My proclamation was probably the news of her life. She had succeeded in coveting my husband. Mikkel wasn't as eager. He never believed I could actually go through with divorcing him after all. From our imminent divorce, he had quite the most to lose.
Mikkel was a third generation heir, and the president of Farrho Pharmaceuticals, where he actually left all the work to his vice president while taking all the credit. He would have to pay me a lot of money since I was divorcing him for infidelity. Secondly, I was a beloved social media influencer. I had a massive and loyal following that would believe whatever I told them. His company would undoubtedly suffer once they found out why I was divorcing him. Thirdly, Mikkel's family was traditional and they loathed my childlessness as much as they loathed the idea of divorce. Lastly, Mikkel's ego would not be able to handle the fall out.
Who's laughing now?
Helen was clearly offended that I had managed to upset Mikkel. She obviously wanted to be enough to make him happy. I knew she had poisoned his mind against me. She always did that, it was her most popular tactic. Eventually, all Mikkel would have for me is a hatred matching hers, but not surpassing it.
Mikkel halfheartedly tried to stop me from leaving but I pushed him, telling him I would contact him through my lawyers. Soon, I was out the door and with that, Mikkel and Helen were symbolically out of my lives for good.
So I went to the bar to party. I posted #tonewbeginnings on my social platforms. My fans wanted me to spill the tea on whatever life-changing decision I had made. I even booked the most expensive hotel in the city to give myself some premium princess treatment. I got monumentally drunk too and it was such a thrill. Then, in my soft king sized hotel room bed, I sank into blissful sleep. I would call my lawyers in the morning.
But in the morning, my lawyers were the ones calling me. I was all over the gossip news and tabloids. I mean I was always all over. Just not this kind of all over. It was as if my so called blissful sleep had only postponed my living nightmare.
The whole story was upside down!
Apparently, Mikkel was the one divorcing me because I had had an alleged affair.