Double Deception

Chapter 1 :The day my world crashed

"You are useless, you are worthless, you can't even do anything for yourself. You solely depend on me. I bathe you, I clothe you, I feed you. I fuck you, oh, let me correct that, I fuck myself because there's nothing your disabled self can do but sit there and be nannied."

I could remember all the words my wife said to me, word for word, as she handed me those divorce papers. As I took the papers with tears streaming down my eyes, I could barely see what was written, but I would be a blind bat not to notice the boldly written headings.

Not being able to utter a single word, my hands shaking and heart beating like I had run a thousand miles, I tried to speak, but the words could barely come out. I tried to beg for her to stay with me, but I could see it in her eyes that her mind was made up.

As I stared at the pool, flashes of what my life was played through my memory like a movie. I was a successful and renowned doctor, recognized worldwide.

People would travel all around the world to see me. Students came to receive lectures from me. My name was the most searched on the internet, and to crown it all.

I had a loving wife who wasn't concerned about my financial status but loved me for me, or so I thought, until I caught her cheating with my best friend. But I totally ignored it because of the predicament I am now in. I guess, people fall out of love, don't they?

I had planned a dinner date that fateful day with my wife. We got married just a few weeks ago, so we were practically still in our honeymoon phase.

“Doctor Myers, you are needed in the emergency room urgently,” my P.A. informed me. “I have to leave now, Anna. Let the senior doctor handle it,” I said in a rush to leave the office. “His shift ended at 3 pm, sir, and it would take up to two hours before he arrived.” I looked at my wristwatch, I had only ten minutes to eat dinner. I took out my phone to text my wife, Rachael, to please give me an extra two hours because it's an emergency. Knowing her, she replied almost immediately to take my time. She wasn't even out of bed yet. Relieved, I put on my coat and walked with the nurse as she gave me the patient's profile.

“Diagnosed with autoimmune gastritis, she came in complaining of stomach ache, saying it has been going on for a while but was much worse today. She had been treated with rifaximin to reduce the intestine bacterial load, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be phlegmonous gastritis, which needs urgent surgery.” 

I nodded to show that I understood. I went ahead to do the usual pre-surgery protocol. While washing my hands, a beep came on my phone. I picked it up to look at it, it was a video. When I played it, it shook my entire body.

 My legs grew weak, and I had to lean on the wall for support. My wife was being slammed by a stranger. I couldn't get the face of the man, but I would recognize my wife anywhere, any day.

“Doctor Myers, we are ready for you,” the nurses called out, but I couldn't answer. My mind was a mess, my body a mess. I barely heard my footsteps as I walked into the operating room, looking at the patient lying flat on the table. All I could see was my wife being fucked on our matrimonial bed. I could hear my heart beating, sweat dripping on my hands, the ticking of the clock as the more time I spent here, the more another man would be on her.

“Dr. Myers, Dr. Myers, can we proceed?” I was asked. “Oh, yes, sorry. We can. Let's proceed.” I calmed myself down for a few more minutes. Let's just get this one job done and leave her, I said as I took the scalpel from the nurse's hands. The surgery took more than two hours, which was a long time because my mind wasn't in the right state. 

“Done. Cover the stitches and close it up. Keep an eye on the blood level and call me if anything changes,” I said to the senior doctor present as I left the room.

I laid my head on my desk for a while until I got a call. “Still not done, babe? Or should we just cancel tonight? I'm exhausted.” Why wouldn't she be tired after being slammed? I thought to myself.

 “No, babe. I'm done. I'm on my way to you. I'll meet you at the restaurant. Love you.” And for the first time, I noticed her hesitation before she replied, "Love you too. See you soon.”

I was furious. I was angry but for some reason I decided not to show it. I'll play along in this game of hers and I must certainly find out who the man banging my wife was.

 I got to the restaurant to see her seated comfortably and her face lit up when she saw me, immediately we sat down she started being her chatty self, telling me how her day went and all the things she did, I could barely hear a word she spoke as my mind kept drifting back to her in another man's arm.

 After dinner, we drove home, unlocking the door I pushed her into the couch aggressively staring down at her in disgust I didn't care if she was hurt I pounced on her raising her dress up I tore off her panties she stared at me in disbelief but didn't try to stop me instead she went along with it.

 She unhooked my trousers putting my big hard cock in her mouth. I felt pleasure but at the same time disgusted, she probably did this with the other guy I thought. I pushed her back to the couch and without warning or caring if she was ready I began thrusting in and out of her.

She groaned in pain but didn't stop me, which only got me angrier as I continued thrusting harder and harder until she began to plead with me to stop, but I didn't listen.

Why didn't she tell the other man a few hours ago to stop? I was ready to fuck her until she lost her breath, but a stupid phone call interrupted, I ignored it at first but had to answer it when it rang the third time.

I got up from her and picked up the phone to see that it was from the hospital, I quickly picked up the call and a stammering voice was heard.

"Sir the surgery was successful but doctor Ronald cu…cut…stitched wrongly”, I couldn't understand what she was saying out of frustration I yelled at her to speak up

“The patient's heartbeat stopped sir, she's dead, and doctor Ronald is nowhere to be found” I felt my heartbeat stop.