The Spicy Wife's Revenge

It was hot... unbearably hot. Hailey Brewer felt like she was lost in a desert, her hands clinging to the man's neck, but her rational mind screamed at her to run. "No... Hmm!" Her protest was cut short by a sharp pain that took her last bit of sense away... ***** She didn't know how long it had been, but Hailey forced herself up, her eyes burning with rage. She wanted to kill the man who had stolen her innocence. Tomorrow, she was supposed to marry Jonathan Waller. She'd asked her best friend, Georgia Wilcox, to book a room for the wedding prep, but instead, she'd been ambushed by a stranger in her room. She had no idea how he'd gotten there, and by the time she tried to escape, it was too late. She and Jonathan had been in love for ages, always pure and innocent, but now, on the eve of their wedding, a stranger had taken that from her. ​She was too heartbroken to cry. Overwhelmed by fear, pain, and rage, Hailey kicked the man and sprinted away. Now, she was lost, not knowing what to do. The shame and guilt were overwhelming, and she screamed at the ocean, letting out her fury. She called Georgia over and over, but there was no answer. Taking a deep breath, Hailey got in her car and headed back to the new house, ready to confess to Jonathan. But as soon as she stepped inside, she was struck by lightning. In the house she was supposed to share with Jonathan for their wedding night, clothes were strewn everywhere, from the living room to the bedroom, from jackets to lingerie. Upstairs, a woman called out, "Jonathan..." But the man didn't seem to hear, still murmuring, "Hailey, I love you." At the sound of this name, the woman under him seethed with hatred. A loud bang echoed through the air. Hailey kicked the door open, making the woman on the bed scream, while the man on top stared blankly at Hailey, and then back down at Georgia. He quickly pulled away, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself, while Georgia was left exposed, nowhere to hide. Jonathan quickly covered Georgia and then hid behind the curtain, like a child caught in the act. Hailey's eyes froze over at the sight. She picked up the clothes at her feet and threw them at Jonathan, her voice sharp. "Put on your clothes and get out here." Georgia felt a hidden excitement at Hailey's rage, but she played the part of someone full of sorrow and regret. "I'm so sorry, Hailey. This is all on me. It has nothing to do with Jonathan." "Shut up. You make me sick!" At that moment, it finally dawned on her that last night when that stranger had his way with her, her limbs were limp and she was burning up like she'd been slipping something. And before that, the only thing she'd had was a cup of coffee from Georgia. Georgia's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Jonathan pitifully. "Jonathan, I'm sorry. It's all my fault." That tearful display made Jonathan's heart ache with guilt. Sitting in the living room, Hailey felt numb, her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. Why was the world so cruel? She'd come to the new house to hide, only to find this unbearable scene. It was their wedding day tomorrow! Georgia hid behind Jonathan, panic-stricken, while Jonathan was a picture of shame and regret. "Hailey, listen. It's not what you think," Jonathan started, not knowing how to explain that he'd been drunk and confused Georgia for Hailey. It would only hurt Georgia even more, and he couldn't do this when Georgia herself was indeed the victim for the accident. "I'm just sorry," he finished. "Sorry? You didn't think about being sorry when you were in bed with her?" Hailey's chest tightened as she saw Georgia cowering behind him, her teeth clenched so hard she could taste blood. Jonathan, the heir to the Waller family and the Waller Group, was always the perfect gentleman. He was talented, handsome, and tender, always doting on her, treating her like a princess, and respecting her every opinion. Now, he was with Georgia, her best friend! Hailey's eyes were red with anger and betrayal as she stared at Jonathan, her heart aching. Georgia stepped forward, shielding Jonathan. "Hailey, I'm the one who let you down, so just come at me, not Jonathan!" Hailey couldn't help but scoff at the hypocrisy, as if she was the interloper. Her heart was ice. "Slap!" The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the living room. Georgia fell to the ground, dazed. Then another slap rang out. This time, it was Hailey's face that stung, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Jonathan. He stared at his hand, his face a mask of regret. "Hailey, I'm sorry. I..." He reached for her, intending to check. "Stay away from me." Hailey's heart was shattered. Jonathan had never even touched her rough before, but today he'd slapped her for Georgia. Hailey kept her head high, holding back her tears, her brave facade shattering Jonathan's heart. He witnessed her struggle, and the ache within him deepened. "Hailey, you can't blame Jonathan. He's the real victim here. If you hadn't cheated, Jonathan wouldn't have been drinking and confused me for you." As Georgia spoke, she struggled to her feet. "You're lying. I didn't cheat," Hailey shot back. "At this point, you still deny it? I have video proof. Do you want to see it?" Georgia challenged, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Georgia..." Jonathan warned.