After Escaping From Wedding Night

Chapter 9. Humiliation

"You b***h!" Ruth dropped all her shopping on the floor and lunged at Jessica who stumbled back but not fast enough to miss Ruth's hands. 

"What the f**k do you think you are doing in my room?" Ruth pushed her back making her stumble and lose her footing.

Jessica flinched in pain as she fell to the floor with Ruth on top of her. She was scratching her and pulling her hair and Jessica had no time to push her back since her hands were tied. Quickly letting go of her purse, Jessica slapped Ruth trying to get the mad woman away from her. 

"YOU b***h!" Ruth yelled. "You think you can come to my room, f**k MY Roger and get away with it!?"

Jessica could feel the stinging of the cuts Ruth was giving her. Just as she thought Ruth was going to scratch her to death, she felt the weight of Ruth's body lifted from her.

Roger had heard the commotion and glared as he saw the scene. Jesus f*****g Christ! He leaped out of bed and managed to grab Ruth off Jessica just as her hands formed into fists aimed at Jessica's face.

"What the f**k Roger? What the f**k!" Ruth was completely inconsolable as she lashed out at Roger.  

"Ruth! Please listen to me! I…"

"Why should I listen to you? Why should I even believe you! You lied to me!" Ruth screamed at him. 

"Babe. Nothing happened! I did not even know she was here…I was sleeping!" 

Jessica gaped at Roger. Was he just going to blame it all on her! Of course! What more could she expect from the bastard!

Ruth looked at Roger disbelievingly but quieted down.

"Babe, I swear! We had an argument when I came here this evening. The room was a mess; she had not even cleaned everything this morning. I called her over when I noticed my watch was missing as well." Roger then sneered at Jessica. "I found out she stole my watch as well!"

Roger felt a tug in his heart when he noticed Jessica's desperate look. She had a defeated and sad look about her, and he felt guilty for treating her like s**t for the past few days. After all, she was working as a cleaner at a hotel, so her life really could not be better than his.   

Was this all his plan? Did he want to take revenge by using her body for his pleasure and throwing her away like trash? Jessica felt teary-eyed; she just wanted to sit on her bed and cry. She could not blame him. It was all her fault too. She could have easily stopped him, but she was trapped in his pleasure games. If he wanted revenge, then his goal was achieved. She felt like s**t, standing there being insulted by Roger and Ruth. Knowing how Ruth was the past few days she had been staying here, she knew Ruth would spread rumors about her to the other hotel staff. 

She became a b***h who seduced the owner or sold herself for money – that would be her colleagues' view, and she shuddered just thinking about the backlash she would face even if they did not fire her.   

But at the same time, Roger also fanned the flames of her anger against him. She owed him, but it did not mean he could treat her like this. Treat her like some…some animal! 

"Get the f**k out, you slut!" Ruth glared at Jessica with fire spitting out of her eyes. "If I ever find you near my room again or near Roger, I will finish you! Do you understand?"

Jessica wanted to yell back at her. To tell her that her Roger had been hers three years before. Tell her Roger was the father of her child. Tell her that it was Roger who f****d her just now, not the other way around. 

But she had no energy. She just wanted to leave. She just wanted to forget Roger and Ruth. She wanted to forget this day ever happened. She just wanted to forget.

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Her hands were trembling as she took off her uniform and changed into her clothes. She barely managed to grab her things from her locker. Should she take everything out and clean her locker? Would they even allow her to work here? Did she even want to work here now? Jessica wanted nothing more than to turn around and never look back; however, she thought of her precious son, Evan. She thought of her mother and her brother, who were relying on her, on her income. As shitty as this job was, she made good money here, money that paid for the bills and the food. Money that ensured that Evan had nothing to ask for. He was always well fed and well dressed even if the clothes were hand-me-downs, and the food was from the food bank.  

Jessica sighed and leaned her head against the locker, finally feeling the tears that had held on for so long, break loose. They burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. She could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child's, and she looked towards the ceiling as if God would soothe her. There was static in her head, the side effect of the constant fear, constant stress she lived with of raising a child alone, and taking care of her family. She heard her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. Jessica felt like her spirit had been broken by Roger, an injury so deep that she doubted it could ever be healed.   

If revenge was what Roger wanted, then he succeeded.