Reborn For A Second Chance: The Alpha's Blonde Secretary

Louisa's POV

Petunia's lips curled into a wicked smirk and there was a twinkle in her eyes that told just how much she was enjoying this and was anything but remorseful after being caught.

"You, calm down baby. I'll do the talking." She said to Eric then placed a brief, deep kiss to his lips.

Right in front of me.

I watched in sheer horror and disbelief as Eric laid back, smiling like a fool and forgetting all about me in an instant.

"You..."

Petunia folded her arms. "Me, what? Are you seriously surprised?"

"You're sleeping with my husband? How evil could you possibly be, Petunia? How could you?" She just laughed in my face.

I turned my attention back on Eric who looked as if none of this concerned him and I was merely throwing a tantrum.

"How could you stoop so low, Eric? What did I do to deserve this from you? What?"

"Oh, please. Don't act so pitiful now, no one has any fucks to give. What? You thought you were going to keep him forever?" Her eyes travelled over me.

"He's my husband!" I yelled.

"Quiet down, hag and spare me the crap." She glared. "It's story time. I'll keep this as brief as possible while breaking it down into bits so it gets through to your thick skull and hopefully, it reaches your dead brain."

Excuse me?

Did she just?...

"You see, Eric and I are deeply in love. We've been sneaking around for so long and I think it's just great that you finally found out after so many years."

What?

Did she just say years?

"Eric, how long has this been going on? How long have you been sleeping with this...this girl?" I turned back to him swiftly but he didn't reply.

"How long, you bastard!!" I screamed.

"She said to quiet down, Louisa." Eric's voice was laced with warning when he finally met my eyes and my already broken heart throbbed painfully in my chest.

He just called me Louisa.

Not love, not baby, not wifey.

Louisa.

Petunia rose from the bed slowly, the duvet draped over their naked bodies fell from her as she walked forward, completely shameless. She picked up a green robe and slipped into it in one move.

"You're disgusting. Both of you. I can't believe you would do such a thing, Petunia. I know you never liked me but this? It's very low, even for you. Karen would be so disappointed to have a shameless, home-wrecking bitch for a sister." I spat and her smug look disappeared.

The next thing she did, I barely saw it coming.

Her hand flew and connected straight, clean with my cheek in a loud crack.

"Don't you dare mention my sister! You couldn't keep your man and I took him, what's so wrong with that? He gets better sex from me, he gets all the love and care he could ever want. All the things you can't give because you're an ugly, barren, old witch. Don't think mentioning my sister will make me scared and cower Louisa, Karen won't do shit and neither will you." She spat bitterly.

I staggered back from the slap but immediately gathered myself and returned it.

I sent two more in quick succession and she let out a loud, dramatic cry of pain, falling to the ground.

"Never raise your smelly hands against me ever again, slut." I glared down at her. "Heaven knows what I would have done to you if your sister wasn't my best friend."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Eric pushed me away from her before I could even track his movement and his hand connected with my cheek, right over where she'd struck as he returned the slaps I just gave her.

My back hit the wall as I stumbled from the force of it. My neck snapped to the side from his slap, severe pain that had nothing to do with the slap, coursing through my whole body.

I touched my cheek slowly and looked back at Eric in disbelief, hurt swimming in my eyes.

He'd never hit me before.

Not once. The betrayal stung. The pain reached places I didn't even know could feel such excruciating pain.

"Y...ou, you slapped me? For her? You just slapped me for a slut, Eric! A lowly mistress, are you kidding me?!"

I looked around frantically for anything, and when my eyes found the bedside lamb, I crossed over immediately and grabbed it, raising it up threateningly.

"Put that down, Louisa. Stop making a scene." Eric sounded too unbothered like he wasn't threatened by me in the least.

I hurled it at him in anger, mostly to prove that I could do it, and more.

Unfortunately, they both ducked right on time and the lamb crashed against the wall. Gritting my teeth in disappointment, I lunged at them again and jumped on Eric, clawing his face with my nails.

"You bitch!"

I was able to draw blood before he shoved me away but I rushed him again. This time with a blow to his nose.

Eric grabbed me by the hair aggressively, and hurled me across the room, sending me crashing against the thick walls right beside the lamb.

"Aah!" I screamed when the shattered glass pierced my skin, drawing blood.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?" He shouted and I flinched, like I was still the docile wife who hated when he raised his voice.

I was no longer that woman and Eric was no longer that loving husband.

"Stop acting like an animal, Louisa. Have some dignity." Eric spat like I was the problem.

I ignored his hypocritical comment and attacked them again. Pushing the pain away, I refocused my attention to the man-snatcher.

I flew across the room with strength and agility I had no idea I possessed, until now. I delivered a hard kick to Petunia and it caught her right in the gut, she doubled over with a loud scream.

Eric gasped in horror and rushed to her side. He cradled her face lovingly, looking nothing like the man that just called his own wife a bitch.

Petunia's face squeezed in agony as she clutched her tummy tighter. "T...the baby, Eric." A strangled cry tore from her lips as she whimpered, clinging tightly to him.

My eyes widened.

Baby?