The Heavenly Demon of Terror Chapter 6: The Cold Slap on Abigail’s Face

Her breath hitched at my words, the formal address striking her like a slap across the face.

"Y-You're my husband!" Abigail snapped, her eyes blazing with disbelief and fury.

I tilted my head, amusent flickering in my gaze. "Oh? Now you rember that?" I chuckled, my voice dripping with mockery. "Strange. You didn't seem to care when you were moaning another man's na in our bedroom."

For a mont, her face turned pale before she masked it with anger. "You're just doing this to get back at !"

I let out a low, amused laugh. "Get back at you? Oh no, Abigail. I'm just finally enjoying my life. After all, wasn't it you who said we should do what makes us happy?"

Gina, ever the perfect actress, sat up in bed, letting the towel slip slightly off her shoulder. She stretched lazily, her voice sultry. "Samuel," she purred, "co back to bed already. I need more."

Abigail's entire body stiffened, her fists clenching at her sides. "You... You bastard!"

I simply raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Abigail. You wouldn't want to wake Joshua, would you?"

Her lip trembled with fury, her eyes filled with unshed rage. "This... This isn't over!"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, I know," I said smoothly. "That's what makes it fun."

Then, with a smirk, I added, "Moan until I say so, and use every dirty word you know."

After that, I leaned back against the headboard and told Gina to keep talking dirty for a while. She didn't disappoint.

"Damn, Samuel," she moaned breathlessly, running a hand through her hair. "You feel so good, I don't think I can get enough of you."

I smirked, watching her in amusent. "You're really a professional at this."

She winked. "I told you, I take my roles seriously."

Turning to Gina, I found her struggling to contain her laughter. "Damn," she whispered, eyes gleaming with amusent. "That was satisfying."

I smirked, settling onto the bed beside her. "And this," I murmured, "is just the beginning."

Outside the door, I could hear Abigail pacing, her frustration evident in the sharp clicks of her heels against the floor. I knew she was fuming, probably clenching her fists in rage, but she wouldn't dare barge in. Not when she had Joshua in the next room.

Gina continued her act, her voice dripping with pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh, Samuel, you're so big... it's driving crazy, I'm C*mming Again!!!"

I nearly laughed at how dramatic she was, but I kept my composure. "Louder," I instructed.

She complied instantly, letting out a sensual gasp. "Ahhhhhhh, you're making lose control, making craving for your C*m!!!"

The pacing outside stopped. Silence. Then, a frustrated growl.

Bingo.

I smirked, running a hand through my hair. "That should do it," I muttered.

Gina giggled. "I almost feel bad for her."

I chuckled. "Don't. She deserves every second of this."

With that, I leaned back, completely satisfied. This was just the beginning of my revenge.

I glanced at Gina and said, "Your actor na's changed now. Just make sure you walk out of here with trembling legs after you shower."

She nodded, heading to the bathroom. I sat back in the chair, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a long drag, savoring the mont. "This is such a satisfying revenge. At least she'll start understanding what Samuel must've felt."

As I smoked, I watched Gina erge from the shower. I handed her a business card from one of Samuel's old director friends, saying, "Here's the number. I've already recomnded you for an audition."

She smiled, nodded, and left, though I could tell she wasn't walking straight. Abigail, who had been lurking outside, was clearly fuming when she saw Gina. She stord into the room, her face full of anger.

"What the hell was that? And how are you sitting here smoking like you've just won the lottery?" she demanded.

I chuckled. "Well, what can I say? She was so much better in bed, even more stunning than you were when we used to... well, you know."

Her face twisted with rage, just as I expected. I grinned and said, "Now, I'm in the mood for so fried chicken. Go make it."

She froze, eyes burning with fury. But I knew exactly what I had done, and nothing she said or did would change it.

As I was about to head to the shower, I glanced back and asked, "Anything else?"

She looked at , pleading, "Samuel, please stop this. I'm begging you."

I took another drag from my cigarette and smirked. "No, I don't think I will. You've already gotten your revenge by humiliating for three years. I think I deserve a little compensation now."

Her eyes flared with anger as she shouted, "You are not allowed to do that with other won!"

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? So, are you planning on finding won for now?"

She froze, her expression stunned, but I didn't care. She needed to understand the pain Samuel went through. If she brought other n into this, I'd just keep going.

I looked at her with a smug expression and said, "You can bring as many n as you want, and I'll bring as many won as I want."

As I started heading toward the bathroom, I added, "And if you go to a hotel with your n, I have plenty of won who can keep company for days."

I paused and turned to her, "If you can't handle it, then divorce . I'm sure Joshua will give you everything you need."

She raised her hand to slap , but I grabbed her arm, stopping her. She glared at , her voice trembling with anger. "I won't divorce you. You're mine, and I'll break you again and again!"

I smirked, replying coldly, "Is there anything left in that can be broken?"

I let go of her arm and shrugged. "Do whatever you want, and I'll do whatever I want."

I turned and walked toward the bathroom. As I closed the door, I could hear her crying. It was strange—she was feeling regret. I couldn't help but wonder how broken Samuel must have been when she kept bringing n into their bedroom.