Revenge Of His Abandoned Mate With Sextuplets

I’m sitting on the white couch that I and Charlie bought a few weeks ago with our hard-earned money. Since we moved into this city in New York, we have been working our butt off just to provide a living for ourselves. It isn’t easy, but since we have each other, we do it simply out of love, and if you ask me, we have been doing fine, or so I thought. Just right on the dinner table, I can hear Charlie’s phone ringing. I ignore the call because he is in the bathroom, and whenever he is done, he will take his call. I go on reading my book, crossing my leg over to the other. It’s my off day today at work. I really don’t have much to do other than prepare breakfast for Charlie and read the loads of books, which I had stockpiled for over two weeks. I focus on reading the third line of my novel when the phone buzzes up again, whoever it’s kept on calling, causing me to baffle. "Charlie, I think you have an urgent call!” I shout so that he can hear me, but most times the sound of the water from the bathroom prevents him from hearing my voice. There is no response from Charlie, and I'm honestly right that he didn’t hear my voice despite cracking up my voice and almost tearing up my throat from within. "Charlie, I'm going to see who is calling since whoever it is wants to run your battery down.” I holler at him, and I'm certain he still didn’t hear. I jump out of the couch as I stride to the dinner table. The phone keeps vibrating on the table, and I pick it up immediately. "Charlie, why the f**k are you not taking my calls? Jeez, I'm so horny, and I've been calling you to come over to my place so that you can give me some f*****g great s*x!” She speaks hurriedly, and I freeze on my spot after hearing all of that. "I just can't take my mind off the s*x we had last night in the bathroom." No. no. no. I’m sure it’s the wrong number; I hang up the call without thinking much about it. She f*****g called the wrong number, and she will realize that after she didn’t get any response and hung up on her. I’m about to put his phone down on the table and return to my reading when I hear the phone ringing again. I grab the phone, and it’s the same number calling. Goodness, what is wrong with her? Doesn’t she realize that she is calling the wrong person?! I’m about to get mad already, but no, I think I should just tell her straight away that she is calling the wrong person, so I answer the call. "Look, young lady, don’t you realize that you are calling the wrong number?” I speak softly, trying to advise her to check the number she is calling. "Who are you? Why are you on Charlie’s phone? And for f**k sake, I'm not calling the wrong number; I'm calling my boyfriend!” She yells at me, and I ridiculously let out a small laugh as though I just received a blow on my chest. "C..Charlie, your boyfriend?” My hands freeze up, and I don’t realize when I start stuttering in my speech. What is this lady talking about? Charlie and I had been mated as one; we have consummated our union as werewolves and humans. According to humans who are so fluent with English, they call this marriage. So, in short, Charlie is married to me. What does she mean by Charlie being her boyfriend? No, this must be a mistake. I’m about to hang up the call again when I notice her number has been saved on his phone. Hell, no. I whisper in my hot breath. Elisa? I hang up the call with my cold, shaking hands as I go through his w******p page, searching for her name, but I can’t seem to find it until I click on the search button at the top bar, typing out her name. I feel a huge blow across my chest. No, it’s more than a huge blow; it’s as if someone had stepped on my chest and I could barely take in air for survival. I blink my eyes again, seeing that he hid her chats under archive messages. That isn’t the only thing; her name saved on his phone is Elisa in my heart. I can no longer feel my feet; they have gone dead, and I'm only on my feet with numb legs. I haven't reacted yet, but my cheeks are already flooding with tears as my heart continues to crack. I left his w******p page and decided to call the number again. She picks up the call immediately, as though she had been expecting him to call back. “ Charlie?” She calls his name, and I sink my teeth into my button lips, baring my teeth so I don't spark like fire, seeking confirmation that there must have been a mistake somewhere, so I keep quiet to listen to her voice. Her voice is soft; it sounds more like a lull, way softer than mine. Thoughts roam in my head as I remain silent. "Charlie, why are you not saying anything?!” She barks as silence fills the air. No, this cannot be true. My neck feels tight as I drag in a long breath, as though invisble hands are wrapped around my neck, and a fat man sits on my chest as I struggle to breathe, the way I had been breathing freely just a while ago before this call. "Charlie, who is that woman? Wait, are you cheating on me?” She changes her tone; now it’s real; a woman cannot repeat this statement more than twice. A woman wouldn’t delibately fool herself with a man if he wasn’t welcoming her with open arms.