My Fucking Husband

Prologue and Chapter 1:

Ayra’s POV

I almost cried here at the door of my husband's room because of the disgusting thing he's doing inside. He's having sex with another woman while I'm here, almost drowning in tears.

"Shh. I'm cumming. Don't shout," I heard him say inside. Really? Isn't this woman ashamed? She knows he's married! And my husband, he's so foolish too!

I leaned against the wall, crying. Damn it, I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't care, but somehow I still fell for him, even though this is how it is every day.

I'm also a fool. We're married, but it's just on paper. Our university doesn't even know we're married because we never paid attention. I mean, it's just him.

Sometimes, I feel like giving up on him because of the hurtful words he says and the physical pain he inflicts on me. When others hurt me, I fight back, but with this damn man, I don't know why I'm like this.

Yes, I love him, but every day, I pray for these feelings to disappear. I really want to get out of this situation.

"Bryxwell, babe..."

Another ****.

Then sex, I don't care what I see. I don't care what I hear.

But my heart cares. If you're both acting like fools because of me, what does that make me?

"Oh, my love Cassy."

I laughed a little. They say to listen to your parents because they always want what's best for you, but is this it? Is this really the decision my parents wanted for me? Maybe there's another option.

"You've been noisy for a while! Your voice is irritating!" he said.

I just stood up as the door suddenly opened. I wiped away my tears and bravely faced him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a frown.

I faked a smile. "Listening to music."

Then I left him. I secretly rolled my eyes.

To be continued...

Ayra's POV

I went downstairs and headed straight to the kitchen to have breakfast before going to school. I put some food on my plate and sat down. I was about to eat when I saw my husband and the woman he was with coming down the stairs.

I stood up to approach them. "What's your name, miss?" I asked the woman, forcing a smile.

"I'm Cassy," she smiled back at me.

Her action annoyed me. How could she genuinely smile in front of me? It's not like she didn't know that she was with my husband earlier. Stupid, is she not aware that he's married to me? Idiot.

"Ah," I nodded and glanced at my husband. "Why don't you two have breakfast since it's already morning?"

"Sorry, I need to go home," Cassy replied.

Wow? She's still so calm even though she knows she's a ****.

"Oh?" I pretended to be surprised. "Anyway, I think you need some rest. It must be tiring," I said firmly.

I quickly turned away and rolled my eyes at the act of pretending.

I continued eating, and later, I saw my husband getting his food. He must have just dropped off his fourth mistress outside the house. I ignored him and focused on my food.

"Are you going to school?" he asked.

I didn't answer him.

I'm wearing my school uniform. Is he blind?

"Are you deaf? I'm asking if you're going to school," he said angrily, but I still ignored him. In his anger, he slammed the table. "Damn it, Ayra!"

I faced him with a frown. I took a sip of water before standing up to confront him.

"Why do you keep asking?" I raised my right eyebrow because I was really getting angry with him.

"I'm just asking, woman."

Asking? Seriously?

"Don't you see this uniform I'm wearing? I have it on, right? Stupid," I retorted.

He furrowed his brows and whispered something before turning away. "Who do you think you are, ****."

I laughed a little. "Are you, Bryxwell, begging me to shut up? Amazing."

"I'm not begging. Just be quiet."

"'Please means nothing, right? Okay, if that's what you want."

I rolled my eyes before turning away. What do I care if he's getting angry? It's not my fault.

"Your face is so thick," he whispered.

When he talks or argues with me, he sounds like a woman because he can't really argue properly. He really wants to hurt me and uses hurtful words.

"Your face is thicker, isn't it obvious?" I looked at him from head to toe, leaving him with disdainful emotions. "Don't you have any taste to not choose a proper woman—" I was about to say more when I quickly moved away from him. "Calm down."

"You're flirting with others, too!" I saw his jaw clench in anger. His eyes were piercing.

Oh, Bryxwell Falcon.

"Don't ******* interfere with my life."

"Let's divorce," he invited me again. "If we find it difficult to get a lawyer, just leave my house. Understood?"

I stared in the other direction for a few minutes before facing him and replying, "Go to hell."

I gave up on that argument. I left the kitchen to clear my mind.

"Red hair!"

Only the ends of my hair were red. I let out a sigh upon hearing his shout and grabbed my bag. We're in college. The university has dorms, but our parents didn't allow us to stay there. That's another thing that annoys me.

The dorms are in the middle of the campus, with the buildings on the sides. Boys and girls are separated. The university is owned by Falcon's parents.

I quickly parked the car in the parking lot.

"Hi, guard," I greeted without emotion.

The guards here know that I'm the wife of the university owner, so I show some respect by greeting them. The guard had no complaints about me.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Nothing good in the morning."

I walked quickly towards my friends' dorm, Jean and Nicol. After finding it, I knocked on their door. The door opened and Jean came out.

"Where's Nicol?" she asked. I always look for Nicol whenever I come here. Before I could answer, she shouted, "Nicol!"

"What?" the woman inside replied.

"Ayra is here! Hurry up!"

I heard footsteps approaching us. After a few seconds, Nicol peeked through the door with a wide smile. Her gaze was fixated on me. I averted my gaze and subtly rolled my eyes.

Childish.

"Let's go?" I invited them. I had a bored expression.

"We're late! Hurry up!" Jean shouted.

I frowned and left them. They insisted on following me wherever I went. When we arrived at the cafeteria, I ordered some food and sat at an empty seat. I was quietly eating when someone sat in front of me.

Ace.

"Lonely?" he asked as an opening question.

"Shut up, the ****," was my immediate irritated response.

I didn't want to see him. I didn't like his presence.

"So how's your husband?" he asked. I didn't answer him. He laughed a little. "How's Bryxwell Falcon as your husband, Ayra?"

"Get lost."

"You don't know how to smile. Didn't they teach you that back in nursery school?"

I glared at him. "You're just Bryxwell's friend. Go hang out with your friends since you're all the same."

"That **** boy?" he referred to Falcon.

I tightened my grip on the spoon, annoyed at what he was saying. Doesn't he understand? I'm pushing him away, but he doesn't want to leave. What kind of brain does he have that I need to keep saying this over and over again? He's so annoying! It makes my head heat up. Annoying!

"You can't accept him like that. He doesn't love you, but you love him so much? No one can bear that, Ayra. You're a smart person. Don't be blinded by that ******* love."

"If you don't want to leave, I'll leave instead."

I left him there. I had to avoid his stubbornness. I walked down the hallway, and someone pulled me into a room. The grip on my wrist was painful.

"What is it, Bryx?" I asked irritatedly.

What is he doing? Can't he see that we're at school? There might even be CCTV cameras!

"Don't flirt," he said and tightened his grip on my arm. I don't understand what he means.

"Why? Are you the only one who can flirt?" I asked without emotion, keeping up with his intense stare.

"Stay away from my friend."

I laughed a little. "Tell your friend and I'll find someone else."

"You're really trying me, Ayra, huh."

"It's been a long time."

"Remember, we're just married on paper, not in church."

He really wants to say that to my face. Doesn't he get tired of saying that? Perhaps, he knows how to hurt me and understands its impact on me.

"I know," I replied and broke free from his grasp.

I was about to leave when he grabbed me again and leaned against the wall.

What does he want now?!

"Bryx!" I threatened him.

"You smell good," he remarked, seeming pleased.

"For ****'s sake, I'm not your mistress!" I pushed him away. "Go away!"

I stormed out of the room, in a hurry. I was so annoyed that he treated me that way. If only I could avoid that man completely, I'd gladly do it. I'm so furious with him!

I entered the classroom, and the professor hadn't arrived yet, so I sat down.

"Are you alright?" Nicol asked, her eyes showing concern.

"What do you think?" Jean rolled her eyes at Nicol again. She was annoyed with Nicol's question. They're always like that.

"Tsk," I replied.

Thanks to the fact that our professor finally arrived.

We listened to the lecture until the end. The only thing on my mind during the lecture was what happened earlier. It's so annoying.

"Class dismissed," our professor said and put away her things, then left.

"I'm hungry," Jean grumbled, holding her stomach.

"Let's go eat?" Nicol invited, so I followed them to the cafeteria.

We hadn't gone far when Jean spoke again. "Hey, your husband is at it again! Another woman! Amazing, huh! I hope he doesn't get tired of choosing!"

I looked at her, raising my right eyebrow. I'll admit that his girl was beautiful and sexy. But do I care? I'm better than her. Obviously.

"Leave him be," I replied coldly.

"You still don't want to break up with him," Nicol said, obviously irritated by my husband's infidelity. "When you leave him, you'll be free to find someone else. You're not meant for each other. Wake up, Ayra!"

I didn't respond. We headed straight to the cafeteria.

Ace's POV

We were all in the dorm room, including Bryxwell, Ross, and Dave. We weren't discussing anything serious, just random things—boy's talk, as they call it.

"Where's your newest mistress, Bryx?" Dave playfully asked, teasing Bryxwell as he always does. Here we go again with the topic of our friend's women.

He was immediately silenced by another. "Shut up, Dave!"

"You can afford so many women, huh," Dave said again, now sitting on the sofa.

"Isn't Ayra getting angry? HAHAHAHA!" Ross asked.

"She's Bryx's wife, so of course she's hurt or annoyed," I replied to their conversation.

Honestly, I'm the only one thinking logically here.

"You mean even Bryxwell gets hurt?" Ross inquired.

"Yes," I directly replied. "It's obvious that Bryxwell loves Ayra," I said, being honest.

I looked at Bryxwell, who showed no signs of protest. He was busy with his cellphone.

"Ayra is beautiful and sexy. Add to that her red hair. Argh! If I were Ayra's husband, I wouldn't treat her that way," Ross said, imagining. Gross.

"Yeah," I agreed. "If it were me, I'd court her," I added.

"Damn it," Bryxwell muttered softly while still focused on his cellphone. I know he's already jealous.

"Who knows, bro? She might find someone else and leave you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Dave teased again.