Revenge
After my bath, I took my time with my skincare routine, giving every part of myself the care I deserved. I dried my hair and pulled it up into a soft, flirty ponytail, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. Just enough to highlight my features.
Then, I reached for the lingerie... the one I had bought for my wedding night. The one I never got to wear. It felt right now, like reclaiming something that had been stolen from me. I slipped it on, then tied a robe over it. I wasn’t trying to throw myself at him, not completely, I still had pride. But I wanted him to see me.
Just as I was slipping on a pair of heels, there was a knock at the door.
Cyrus’s voice came through, low and gentle.
“Sarah, is everything okay? I just wanted to check before I leave.”
“Come in,” I said, without hesitation.
He walked into the bedroom and for a moment, he froze.
I stepped out from the walk-in closet, my eyes fixed on him. He wasn’t expecting this. Not after seeing me broken and weeping earlier. Not after holding my hair while I vomited and spoon-fed me soup.
This version of me, glowing, confident, composed caught him off guard. And I could see it had an effect.
I walked toward him with purpose, adding a subtle sway to my steps. His eyes were locked on mine as if he was scared to let his eyes wander.
He stepped back slightly, his breath catching, and asked,
“Are you going back to the party?”
I gave him my best flirtatious smile
Then softer, more cautious he added:
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Oh, I’m feeling divine,” I purred, letting the words roll off my tongue like silk. “All thanks to you.”
Cyrus cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing away as though my answer had thrown him off balance. I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before he spoke again.
“Okay, so… are you cool here, or do you want to go back to the party?” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve spent a lot of time here... I gotta get back.”
I tilted my head and stepped closer, lowering my voice into something that I hoped sounded confident. Desirable.
“What are you running to?”
He seemed to mull it over, clicking his teeth together like he was trying to bite back whatever thoughts were spiralling through his mind. After a beat, he finally said,
“I don’t think you are going back to the party. I’m just gonna go.”
He turned to leave.
Just like that Panic sparked in me.
Was he rejecting me? Getting cold feet? Had I misread every sign?
No. Not this time. I wasn’t letting him slip through my fingers. Before I could overthink it, before doubt could even whisper, I reached out and grabbed him. He stumbled slightly, surprised, and that was the moment I did it.
I pulled him into me and kissed him...
At first, he froze, motionless, lips stiff against mine.... then suddenly, violently, he pulled away.
“What the hell?” he spat, literally.
He spat on the floor like my kiss had poisoned him. I stared my heart thudding like a warning drum in my chest.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stormed toward the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the water running like he needed to scrub me off.
My pride trembled, but it didn’t fall. I’d researched this when I intended to seduce my good-for-nothing husband... I’d practised this. I knew what to do. I dropped the bathrobe, my lingerie still hugging my body, and walked toward the bed. I climbed on it with purpose, arching my back, legs slightly bent. I positioned myself just like the seduction tutorials had taught. I had learned the angles, the looks. I posed.
He’ll want me now.
I heard the bathroom door open, his footsteps heavy. And then, I saw him.
Cyrus. Furious.
His jaw was clenched, his chest rising and falling fast. His eyes were dark, unreadable.
And I smiled to myself.
Yes, I thought. The sex is going to be so good. I’ve read about angry sex, and the reviews were amazing.
I can’t believe it’s finally happening.
After waiting for so long. After trying everything.... everything—to get Cullen’s attention, to make him see me, touch me, want me. I thought if I could just get that one moment, that spark, we could finally be like all the couples in the books I read, and the movies I obsessed over.
I thought I was chasing love. But now I realize… I was chasing nothing.
Cullen was never going to be that person. My husband. My useless husband had a one-track mind: Bella Everything was about her. Everything he did, everything he felt, every breath was her. And all this time, while I threw myself at him, waited for him, tried to please him… I was blind to the one person who actually saw me.
Cyrus.
He was there. He’s always been there. Watching. Waiting. Kind. Gentle. He actually cared. He wasn't cruel or cold or distant like Cullen. He didn’t look through me like I was some pawn. He treated me like I was a person. A woman.
And maybe.... maybe he loved me.
How could I not have seen it? How could I not have noticed how he looked at me? Maybe I was too wrapped up in Cullen and Bella, trying to understand their sick little world, that I missed the one person who would have made me feel wanted.
All this time I wasted waiting on a man who wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t even look at me. All this time I could have been with Cyrus, getting the kind of pleasure I only ever heard through the walls. The kind that made Bella scream his name. The kind that made me cry silently in my bed, wondering why I couldn’t be enough for my own husband.
But now… Now, it’s different.
I know what you're thinking.... sleeping with my brother-in-law? How scandalous. But let me ask you this:
Didn’t my husband already sleep with his sister-in-law?
Didn’t Bella let my husband crawl into her bed?
So don’t call this a scandal.
Call it revenge.
Call it justice.
Call it two broken people finding a moment to finally take something for themselves.
We’re not doing this out of spite. We're doing this because we were always meant to be. Maybe we were the collateral damage, the ones who were supposed to stay silent while they wrote their messy little love story on top of our shattered lives.
But not anymore. Tonight is our revenge and our beginning.
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