The Great Transformation

Chapter 2

Jayson's heart raced as he pushed open the hotel door, his mind reeling with the familiar moan he had just heard.

The door creaked softly as he entered, and he was met with a sight that made his blood run cold.

On the bed, entwined in a passionate embrace, were his wife, Erica, and the famous actor, Ryan Thompson.

They were completely naked, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they made love. Jayson's eyes widened in shock, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.

Erica's moans grew louder, more urgent, as Ryan's hands roamed her body, caressing her skin with a familiarity that made Jayson's stomach turn.

He felt like he was going to be sick, like his whole world was crashing down around him.

Jayson's eyes locked onto Erica's face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

He felt a pang of pain, of betrayal, as he realized that this was not the first time they had been together. The way they moved, the way they touched, it was all too familiar.

Jayson's eyes locked onto Erica's, his voice barely above a whisper. "How could you, Erica?"

Erica's eyes flashed with anger, her voice cold and detached. "Get out, Jayson. This doesn't concern you."

Ryan, the famous actor, didn't even bother to acknowledge Jayson's presence, too caught up in his own desire.

"You're my wife, you are not supposed to cheat on me." Jayson spat, his fists clenched.

Erica laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You're just a leech, Jayson. Living off my wealth, my fame. You're nothing without me.”

Jayson took a step forward, his anger boiling over. "I won't just stay here and watch you cheat on me."

Erica sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. "You'll do nothing, Jayson. Because if you interrupt us, l'Il stop paying your mother's bills. And you know she needs that money to survive."

Ryan smirked. “What a nuisance, you cannot just walk in here without our permission to create a scene. I never knew that Erica got married to a dog like you. You filthy animal.”

Ryan turned to Erica. "I promise, my love. I'll make you a star,I'll elevate you and make you famous. And I'lI marry you, as soon as you're free from this...this marriage with this jerk.."

Erica's eyes gleamed with triumph, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Good. Because I'm done with Jayson. I'm done with this marriage."

Erica turned to Jayson, her eyes cold and hard. "You're pathetic, Jayson. I'm done with you."

Ryan, the actor, sneered at Jayson. "Yeah, you're a loser, Jayson. You are not even worth being called a human. You should be in the zoo with the animals."

Jayson's anger boiled over, and he slapped Ryan across the face. "Shut up, you arrogant..."

But before he could finish, Ryan had already called the hotel guards. "Security! Security! This man is harassing me!"

The guards burst into the room, their faces stern and unyielding. "Sir, you need to come with us."

Jayson tried to protest, but the guards were too strong. They dragged him out of the room, beating him mercilessly as they went.

"You're a nobody, Jayson," Ryan called out as he was dragged away. "You'll never amount to anything."

Jayson's vision blurred as the guards continued to pummel him. He felt his ribs crack, his head spin.

Finally, they threw him out of the hotel, onto the cold, hard pavement.

As Jayson struggled to his feet, he saw Erica and Ryan driving away, laughing and smiling together.

Jayson's heart sank as he pulled up to his house, only to find his belongings scattered all over the lawn. His clothes, everything was thrown out onto the street like trash.

"What the...?" he started to say, but his words were cut off by Erica's stern voice.

"Get off my property, Jayson," she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.

Jayson's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. "What's going on, Erica? What's happening?"

Erica slammed the divorce papers onto his chest, her hand trembling with rage. "Sign them, Jayson. It's over."

Jayson refused, trying to push the papers away. "I won't sign anything," he replied, his voice firm. "We need to talk about this, Erica. We can work through our problems."

But Erica just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're too late for that, Jayson. I've already filed the papers. It's just a formality now."

She held up her hand, revealing a glittering diamond ring. "Ryan gave me this. We're getting married, Jayson. And there's nothing you can do to stop us. I deserve better than you, Jayson. And I've found it.”

As Jayson stood there, trying to process the scene before him, the famous actor, Ryan emerged from the house, half-dressed and smirking. He wrapped his arm around Erica's waist, pulling her close in a deliberate display of possession and he kissed her forehead.

Jayson's eyes narrowed, his frown deepening. "Is this really what you want, Erica?" he asked, his voice low and even.

Erica nodded, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Yes, Jayson. This is what I want, a divorce."

Jayson's gaze locked onto hers, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But there was none. Only a cold, hard determination.

With a heavy sigh, Jayson reached out and took the divorce papers from Erica's hand. He scanned them quickly, his eyes blurring as he signed his name.

"It's done," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Now get out, everything about us is over. As for your mother's hospital bills, I won't pay it again. She can die, it's non of my f*****g business.” Erica snapped.

Ryan let out a loud and wicked laughter. “Now you can go back to the streets, where you belong. Stupid man.”

While walking on the street, Erica had sent a hit and run truck driver to kill Jayson.

Jayson got into a fatal accident and was in a situation of life and death when a mechanical voice sounded in his head.

“Do you want to live? The host can choose yes and be revive or chose no and die”