From Zero to Super Son in law

Chapter 3

Moore walked in, his eyes filled with tears, and called out to Fiona. The cheaters immediately stopped their actions, their guilty expressions evident.

"What is going on here? Why is this man on my bed and you with him? I bought a gift for you" Moore stated, his voice surprisingly calm, though his heart was battling to accept the painful reality.

Fiona's mind raced, torn between her husband and the allure of wealth and power. She turned to the man, who awaited her decision, anger simmering within her. One thing was certain. She had already made her choice and it wasn’t Moore.

"What else do you want me to say!? You’ve seen it all already" Fiona slammed. She used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat on her face while the other man caressed his hand on her arm gently.

"Please, tell me this is all just a terrible dream," Moore pleaded, hoping against hope for an alternate reality.

"Snap out of your delusions, Moore. This is the harsh reality," Fiona yelled at him in anger, her lover, Frank, holding her hand.

"Who is this??" Frank inquired calmly, pointing a disrespectful finger at Moore.

"Umm Well, he's my husband, the one I've mentioned to you before," Fiona replied, seductively caressing Frank's chest. The words struck Moore harder than any blow he had ever endured. “The poor clingy one” she added and it nearly killed Moore hearing that from his wife.

"Why are you doing this to me? You know how much I love you, yet you chose to betray me. I work tirelessly to provide for your comfort and happiness," Moore lamented, his voice breaking with anguish. He slowly lost his stamina as he staggered backwards.

"You’ve what!? What have you done for me. Moore, just tell me! How dare you recount the meager things you've done for me? Oh wow!” She shook her head. Moore couldn’t speak. His jaw dropped as he was in awe.  He couldn’t believe it was his wife, Fiona spewing all those words at him. 

“Do you think my life revolves around your pitiful offerings? In fact, it may interest  you that I often give away the gifts you've given me. You do not expect me to use such classless and cheap things you offer.”  Fiona stated callously, and that's when the tears streamed down Moore's face. He had placed unwavering trust in his wife, always singing her praises wherever he went. He staggered again and this time, he reclined on the wall.

"Fiona, do you know who you are talking to? It’s me Moore, your husband. We legally got married," he recalled, hoping to rekindle the bond they once shared. But Fiona burst into laughter, leaving Moore bewildered by her reaction. They had tied the knot two years ago in a humble courtroom ceremony, unable to afford a lavish wedding. She had promised to stay by him through thick and thin. 

"You must be joking," she chuckled, continuing to laugh.

"He's quite the comedian, claiming to be your husband," Frank added, and they both joined in laughter. No ounce of remorse.

"What is happening?" Moore finally mustered the courage to ask. “Why are you laughing? I'M still your husband and we are legally married. Let’s see how funny this is going to be when we get to court!”

"Court!? Are you kidding me?” Fiona chortled as though what Moore said to her was humorous. “Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, We are no longer married. You signed the divorce papers yourself six months ago," Fiona revealed, dropping the bombshell that shattered Moore's world.

Moore stood there, shattered and broken, the weight of betrayal crashing upon him. The truth of their marriage being a lie, fueled by Fiona's ulterior motives, pierced through his heart like a dagger.

"Why…” he stuttered and gulped down saliva. “Why did you choose to deceive me like this? I made so many sacrifices in the name of our happiness," he choked on his words, his voice trembling with pain. The memories of the insults he endured at work and in the shop resurfaced, intensifying his anguish.

"I endured countless insults and defended you, all while losing something significant in the process. And yet, in the end, I was betrayed by the person I loved unconditionally," Moore expressed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I never loved you, Moore. I only married you to secure an inheritance from my father. I obtained it a year ago, so I orchestrated our divorce and made you sign the papers without your knowledge. Did you really think I would spend my life in this pitiful love without wealth? No, I would never. It was bold of you to think that way though," Fiona divulged, her confidence exuding.

"But I provided for you," he tried to reason, clinging to the belief that his efforts were worthwhile.

"Yes, you did, but it was far too little for someone like me. Frank here has showered me with everything I ever desire. He lavished me with money, countless gifts, and brought me happiness. Compare all of that to the meager offerings you presented. You are nothing more than a poor rat, fit to dwell among garbage, that’s your equals" Fiona shouted, insulting him with a fierce vehemence. As if her words weren't enough, Frank joined in, spewing his own venom.

"You have a stunning wife with beauty, charm, and a captivating voice. She excels in bed. You, on the other hand, are a worthless husband who seeks to drag your beautiful wife down to your level. Come on, don’t be poor and heartless at the same time. You have nothing to make her happy or enhance her beauty. You are unworthy of being her husband," Frank's words echoed in Moore's ears, igniting a blazing fury within him. He lunged toward Frank, his hands wrapping around the man's neck, fueled by a mix of anger and pain.

Moore wanted to exert his strength, but his emotions overwhelmed him. Fiona, the catalyst of his colleagues' insults and the reason behind his job loss, had shattered his world. Everything happened in a whirlwind, leaving him feeling weak and utterly shattered.

"How dare you utter such words to me? I am still Fiona's husband. I never relinquished my commitment to her, except at work," he bellowed into Frank's face before releasing his grip.

"I will ensure you suffer for what you've done to me, Moore. You are nothing but a worthless and destructive individual. I can't fathom how Fiona lived with you for so long," Frank complained, rubbing his neck with a hint of resentment.

Moore stared at Fiona, a mix of disbelief and resignation filling his eyes. He had been deceived for so long, and now she was dismissing him with ease, demanding his departure from what he once considered their home.

"I can't believe you would go to such lengths to deceive me," Moore said, his voice laced with sorrow. "But if this is truly what you want, then so be it."

He took the divorce papers from Fiona's hand and stared at them for a moment, contemplating the bitter reality of their shattered marriage. With a heavy heart, he picked up the pen and signed his name, using his true signature.

"There, it's done," Moore said quietly, his voice devoid of the strength it once held. He placed the pen on the table and looked at Fiona one last time. "I hope you find the happiness you sought, Fiona, because it seems it was never with me."

Without another word, Moore turned and walked out of the house that was once filled with love and dreams, leaving behind the shattered pieces of a life he had thought was real. It was time for him to rebuild, to heal the wounds left by betrayal, and to rediscover his own worth.