004 Getting rid of her!
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Bill's POV
I could feel my eyes getting blurry with anger as I stared at Sheila holding a shred of evidence that Tiffany had been cheating on me all along.
It was pictures of her entering a hotel room with some random guy!
I guess I was deceived by her innocence.
Mom was right about her, a two-timing whoree! That's what she is.
As much as I would agree that I've treated Tiff like trash all these years. But, she's my wife! And she's obligated to remain faithful to me, to take whatever I dish out to her.
Not hooking up with some random guy.
Funny how she had always blamed me for not putting effort into making our marriage work, for not coming home to her, for not defending her, she's always nagging about every damn thing.
I never wanted to be married to Tiffany or any other woman out there. I enjoyed my freedom and I find it boring to be tied down by a woman all in the name of marriage.
Mom said it was important I get married and have an heir.
I know Rebecca Castillo better than to argue with her, my mom was not a woman to be trifled with, and she raised me to always do her bidding.
Always controlling and overbearing! But she's still my mother.
I never loved Tiffany and I never failed to show her just how much I detested her guts and her presence in my life.
I was so angry I had to share my space with her, living with Tiffany has to be the most terrific moment of my life.
I even hated myself more for getting sexually attracted to her more than I should. Her body could drive any man wild. She's the only woman I've ever been attracted to, and I hated it, so damn much!
She had just one job, get pregnant and bear me an heir but no, she failed woefully at that too!
"Bill!" Sheila called out, putting a strain on my thoughts and jerking me back to reality.
Sheila stood up, walking towards my chair, her thighs visibly exposed underneath the short bodycon dress she was wearing.
She trailed her hand from my lips down to my chest, my shirt was slightly opened, giving her the invitation she needed, she racked her hand down my chest and raised her gaze to meet mine.
It was clear as the day what she was trying to do yet again. And that was trying to seduce her sister's husband.
She was good at this, but I'm not feeling it. More or less, I wasn't attracted to her. Never, I've been.
"Don't tell me you're planning to forgive that slut!" she queried, her eyes flickering in disgust.
I disliked Tiffany for being a stumbling block in my path but I can't help but wonder why Sheila detested her own stepsister!
It's crazy.
My lips slowly curled up in a big scowl as an idea popped up in my head. "Hell no, Sheila. As a matter of fact, I was done with this god-forsaken marriage a long time ago," I snickered venomously.
I've always wanted Tiffany out of my life for good and that was the truth.
The opportunity to achieve that was staring me in the face.
Tiffany won't be so stubborn to sign the divorce papers, not when I present it to her after she must've caught Sheila and I in bed.
That's it!
Sheila let out a triumphant smirk, a victorious gasp escaped her lips as she heard I was done with Tiffany and ready to divorce her.
How could one be so happy about dragging her sister down?
"Why don't we go over to my house and finish this," I mouthed, a naughty smirk plastered on my face.
Sheila's eyes widened in excitement as I scooped her into my arms and walked out of my office.
We met Mrs Jones setting the dining table like there was some special occasion. I didn't care so I didn't bother to ask.
"Welcome home, sir," she greeted, giving Sheila who stood boldly behind me a curious look.
Ignoring Mrs. Jones's stunned expression, I begin to walk upstairs with Sheila's heel clicking behind me.
I knew Tiffany would be home anytime soon, and this was definitely the right time to get her to sign the divorce papers I had drafted a month ago.
As Sheila and I walked into the master bedroom, we were both met with a well-decorated room, with flowers and candles at every corner of the room.
This is definitely Tiffany's handwork. Always trying to impress me which was becoming rather annoying as I see no reason why I should remain in this fruitless marriage with her.
I hear Sheila let out an evil, taunting chortle as her eyes scan the whole room.
Quicking I pushed one of the candles beside me out of my way.
The mere sight of the decorated room makes my blood boil.
Sheila helped me out in packing Tiff's clothes, making sure I packed every single thing that belonged to her, I don't want anything reminding me of my years of misery.
Soon after we were done, I turned to Sheila and forced a small smile, I gently dragged her into the bed. She looked stunned and blown away with my sudden interest in her, because on several occasions I had turned down her s****l advances.
Shortly after, I began slamming into Sheila's cuntt, with Sheila screaming in ecstasy, her moans reverberating all over the room.
The door cracked open and I knew Tiffany was home and she was right at the door, watching me drill the hell out of her sister.
I smirked, drilling Sheila harder and harder, and paid no attention to the door that was cracked open.
I heard the sound of something dropping on the floor but I ignored that too, a knowing smirk on my face as I waited for Tiffany's reaction.
"Bill! Sheila!" she yelled, clearly aggravated.
I snickered when I turned to see Tiffany devastated with tears strolling freely from her eyes.
There she goes again with these fake tears. I never allowed her tears to affect me, and it never will. Not after finding out from Sheila that she's a whoree!
Deep down I knew I was being too hard on her, I knew I was hurting her with my actions. But regardless I didn't feel too bad, that should be her punishment for having the guts to cheat on me.
To be honest, Tiff is so stubborn, even after all the unimaginable things I did to her she still stayed, she's just so annoyingly obdurate and she's not the type of woman that gives up easily.
So if I wanted her out of my life for good I needed to do something that would hurt her beyond her imagination, something she wouldn't take.
And that's where Sheila comes in.
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