Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas

'There was a time when I thought that you did everything right, no lies, no wrong, boy, I must've been out of my mind' ~ Beyonce Elena's P.O.V. Jesus please forgive me for I have not yet sinned but I plan to and worst of all, I fear that I'll enjoy sinning more than I should and I'll take great pleasure in it so that I can get revenge on those who have dared to betray me. You see lord, I made a really stupid decision when I was just a dumbass eighteen-year-old kid and I did so because I thought that I had found the love of my life, my other half, my soul mate but I was wrong and now I plan to rectify the mistake that I made seven years ago. I just hope that you can forgive me my dear lord and you don't hold what I have to do against me because even you know that I've been through enough with this jackass. I've always known my husband Tristan was a first-class jerk with a bad temper from the moment I first met him, in fact, I was warned by my father and older brother Brandon to stay away from him because they knew he was bad news from the very start but my stubborn, hot-headed ass wouldn't listen to them. Now look at me. Looking back now, I really wish that I had listened to them, maybe if I had then I wouldn't have been forced to live through seven years of pure torture at the hands of the very man I loved and who I thought loved me. Lately, I've been looking for a way to escape my abusive marriage but I didn't know how and this thought pissed me off more than anything because I'm a very strong woman physically and I used to be strong mentally as well but years of being abused in every possible way by Tristan has f****d me up and left me the one thing I had never been which is vulnerable. I had tried many ways to escape this torturous life including just simply filing for divorce but this plan backfired and resulted in me receiving a broken nose and wrist as well as several broken ribs amongst other injuries after Tristan found out and attacked me. I was starting to think that maybe there wasn't a way out for me except for death but then seven months ago, I was finally given an out thanks to the wife of one of Tristan's business associates who had sent me a text message with a picture of my cheating, scumbag husband making out with my older sister Brandy on a beach while he was supposedly away on a business trip in the Bahamas. I already knew Tristan was cheating on me because all of the classic signs were there like a huge blinking red light which I stupidly chose to ignore. For example, the cheap perfume on him and his clothes when he would come home from work, the lipstick on his collar, the hickeys on his body and the secretive way he was with his phone but I didn't know who his w***e was until I had received this text. That was the day I put my plan into action to not only get revenge on the two people who have caused me so much pain but also to divorce my husband and finally free myself of him. The first thing that I did was I sent the intimate photo of Brandy and Tristan to every major news outlet in America but that didn't do much to hurt them because Tristan's team immediately put out a statement saying it was A.I. created by trolls who were jealous of me and were trying to ruin my marriage. The next thing I did was I 'accidentally' shredded an important file of Tristan's which he needed for an important business meeting that he had been working so hard on and it would've landed him a major million-dollar deal if he had managed to secure it but because of me, he didn't. I also may or may not have let slip to the sister of a billionaire businessman from India who he was hoping to create a partnership with that Tristan was dating a girl who did OnlyFans for a living which automatically ended their partnership. As for Brandy, the only thing I could do to her was hit her where it truly hurts and that's her job, so I called in a favour with an old friend of mine who is the owner of a top modelling agency in L.A. who my sister was signed to and he immediately cancelled her contract upon hearing about her extra-curricular activities. To be fair, he was already planning on cancelling her contract anyway because he was getting fed up with her and her attitude, as well as her poor work ethic. There's also the fact that he had received numerous complaints from other models who had issued an ultimatum to him that either she goes or they do because they can't stand her. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one. I know you may be thinking that I'm being petty and that I should just end it with him and leave with some pride and dignity still intact but I can't because they've put me through so much hell, more so my husband than my sister and these little losses feel like huge victories for me. I've also been working on myself and my mental, physical and emotional strength these past seven months so that I can become the old Elena again. The Elena who was feisty and strong and who would never in a million years take s**t from anyone, especially not someone like her husband or sister. I've been going to the gym every day and I've even attended some self-defence classes to brush up on my skills which seem to have been dormant lately. I've also been reading some self-help books which have helped me to realise my worth and that I deserve better than the life I'm living right now. The last thing I wanted was to become one of those women who say they're going to leave and then don't, I also wanted to make sure that I was strong enough to follow through with my plans because I don't want this life anymore. I'm done. Anyway, I've just arrived home after meeting with my dad and my lawyer to arrange a divorce which I'm going to get this time even if it kills me. I was heading upstairs to my bedroom so that I could pack my things when I was greeted by the sounds of loud moans coming from it which left me feeling disturbed and disgusted but also very intrigued as well because I didn't know if there were animals or two human beings having s*x in there. Between Tristan's grunting like a constipated pig in distress and Brandy's high-pitched oh yeah every five seconds like an effeminate hyena, I couldn't differentiate if the noises came from them or animals. Not to mention, the dirty talk between these two is...well, it's questionable and it made me think of the quote by Tatianna on RuPaul's Drag Race when she said we all make choices but that was a choice. I walked over to the door and made sure I was quiet when I opened it so that I wouldn't startle or alert old McDonald's s*x-craved farm animals. I then leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched in disgust at the sight in front of me which made me want to vomit. Not because of who was having s*x and where they were having it but because of the position they were currently in which looked both painful and uncomfortable. There's also the fact that it's my sister who is naked on that bed and who the hell wants to see their sibling in their birthday suit? certainly not me, I can assure you. "You know...I never understood what Beyonce meant when she said you showed your ass and I saw the real you but now I do because you Tristan Scott Lockwood have quite literally shown your ass and I'm finally starting to see the real you, it's just a shame that I'm seven years too late to dodge the bullet but hopefully, I can one day say you were the best thing I never had" I said with a smile instantly startling the pair who quickly scrambled off the bed to hide their nudity. Well, Tristan did, his stupid self actually fell off the bed and landed on his bare ass while Brandy on the other hand made a very lazy attempt to hide her nudity and I could tell that the b***h was revelling in what was going on and she didn't care if she was nude or not as it happened. She's a model and an OnlyFans 'star', not to mention, she's f****d more men than a pornstar during their entire career, so go figure being naked doesn't faze her. "Elena baby, wh..what...what are you doing here?" "I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I'd stop by for a chat" I say sarcastically. "Ellie baby, this..." Tristan said as he pointed his finger between himself and Brandy. "This isn't what it looks like" Tristan says and I roll my eyes. "Why do cheating bastards like you always say it's not what it looks like when they've been caught in the act?" I ask with irritation in my voice. "You're naked and she's naked, you're a dirty, disgusting, sweaty mess and Brandy...well, she's always been a dirty, disgusting, sweaty mess from the moment puberty smacked her in the t**s like a freight train" I say and Brandy gasps while Tristan looks at me with a horrified and angry expression on his face. "Not to mention, her hair looks like a rats nest, you've got scratch marks on your chest, back and ass, oh and the most obvious one is that your d**k is currently wet and saluting the troops after braving the deep, dark trenches between my sister's legs...what the f**k else could it look like, Tristan? were you both playing a game of Twister?" I ask with irritation and frustration in my voice. "Baby, I swear, it's not..." Tristan once again tried to plead his case but was cut off by a very frustrated and angry Brandy. "Ignore him, Elena, it's exactly what it looks like, we were having s*x right here in your marital bed" Jesus Christ. Someone should call the media and let them know that we've got a modern-day Albert Einstein on our hands. I thought to myself whilst rubbing my forehead in frustration. "Thanks for that, Brandy, I'm not sure I would've ever gotten the truth out of him without you here pointing out the obvious to me" "You're welcome" Brandy says with a smile as she pulls a face at Tristan who looks at her like what the f**k? and I don't blame him for feeling this way, to be honest with you. This b***h wouldn't know what sarcasm is unless it came shaped like a d**k and smacked her in the face. "Ellie love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen, it was a mistake" "A mistake?" I ask incredulously. "A mistake is when you put salt on your cornflakes or in your morning coffee instead of sugar, Tristan, not when you repeatedly stick your c**k inside of your sister in laws p***y" "But this was a mistake, babe, I promise you...why don't I go and get dressed, so that we can go downstairs and talk, hmm?" Translation, let's go downstairs so that I can manipulate you and make you believe my lies so that you won't try to leave me again. "I'm just gonna go and..." "How long?" I cut Tristan off and he looks at me confused. "What?" "You heard me, Tristan" I say while glaring at him. "How long have you two been screwing each other behind my back?" "N..not that long, Ellie" Brandy says nervously as she shares a nervous look with Tristan. "Well, how long is that then, Brandy? do you mean long as in you guys just had one long passionate night together? or is it long as in the length of your hit list of men who you've spread your legs to over the years? which one is it?" I asked Brandy who looked at me wide-eyed like she couldn't believe I'd say something so vile and vulgar towards her. "It's only been a few months, Elena, that's all" Tristan said and I scoffed while rolling my eyes as Brandy's shocked expression quickly changed to a nasty glare as she sneered at my husband before looking back at me with an innocent butter wouldn't melt look on her face but her eyes gave away her true feelings and she was feeling very happy, proud and smug right now. "He's lying to you, Elena, we've been having an affair for over two years now, in fact, we just celebrated our anniversary last month" Wow. "Brandy..." Tristan said through gritted teeth but was cut off by my sister who feigned being frustrated and angry with him before softening her gaze and tone at me. "No Tristan, she deserves to know the truth" "You're right Brandy, I do, so tell me...when did your affair start?" I asked them and I was confused when I saw Tristan's face pale as Brandy pretended to gulp. I also wanted to know why they did this but knowing why my husband decided to step out on our marriage and break our vows seemed irrelevant and insignificant when Brandy said what she said next. "After you found out your son was stillborn and you were forced to give birth to him while he was dead, you know the same day where you also found out that your chances of conceiving a child again were slim to none" Brandy said her carefully crafted answer making sure to use the precise evil words to hit me right where it hurts but it only hurt me slightly before I felt myself growing numb to everything because I knew what she was telling me was the truth. The reason why I know this is because the anniversary of my son's death was last month the same month as their quote-on-quote anniversary. I've come to terms with the fact my husband is a lying, cheating scumbag and I've certainly come to terms with my sister being a nasty, attention-seeking w***e but the one thing I'll never ever be able to come to terms with is my infertility, especially when someone who isn't even worthy of scraping the dog crap off the bottom of my shoe is using it to low blow me because she's an evil, vindictive b***h. Just when I thought my sister couldn't sink any lower than she already has, the b***h then went on to say something which not only tore my heart into millions of little pieces but it also made me doubt my faith in God as well. "It's probably a good thing that I'm currently pregnant so that the Lockwood name can continue on with this baby, isn't that right, my love?" Brandy said with a smile as she reached for a shocked Tristan's hand. It never ceases to amaze me how God will give people like Brandy the gift of fertility knowing full well she doesn't have a maternal bone in her body and only sees her baby as a meal ticket to money and a luxurious lifestyle while women like me, you know women who would love nothing more than to be a mom and have kids are left infertile, it's not fair. I briefly closed my eyes and let out a slow, shaky breath to control my emotions and stop myself from crying before opening them again and looking directly at Tristan as I said five words to him which caused an array of different emotions to cross his face. "I want a divorce, Tristan" I said nonchalantly and he looked at me with a shocked expression before it changed to a look of pure, unadulterated rage. "WHAT?" He growled and that's when all hell broke loose.