Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret

Reyna's POV.

With all the strength left in me, I dragged the last bag of groceries I bought from the supermarket a few miles away into the house. My hands and neck ached badly as I carried them into the kitchen all by myself because neither the bodyguards nor Alex were around to help me out.

Even if Alex was home, I doubt if he would offer a helping hand in lifting the heavy provisions and groceries Into the house.

Just the thought of him made my mood turn sour because how can I explain to people that I have no idea when my man would be returning home.

‘it's always been like that anyways,’ I thought, followed by a sigh.

He'd leave for days, weeks, sometimes even a month without informing me and whenever I tried asking where he had been for so long, he always gave me the same generic response.

"It's none of your business, Reyna. Stop poking your nose into my matters; your priority should lie in the kitchen," He emotionlessly says to me every time and I've managed to get used to it and learned to stop asking him any questions.

With a body full of sweat, I arranged the bags on the kitchen counter before proceeding upstairs for a shower. I also took a mental note to take a short nap before Alex returned… that was if he did, by the way.

Climbing up the stairs, I tried to take the thoughts of Alex from my mind as I headed in the direction of our bedroom. 

On getting to the door of my room, some sounds pierced into my eardrums, freezing my feet to the ground as my brows formed deep lines and my eyes narrowed suspiciously at the closed door before me.

'Who was making such sounds in my bedroom? I am the only one at home, and I doubt if that would be Alex, so who could that be?'

My heartbeat quickened, pounding loudly in my ears as fear crept in. I had no idea who or what was on the other side of the door.

My mind raced with every possibility through my head as I took a hesitant step forward. Grabbing a flower vase from a nearby table, I felt a lump form in my throat, a cold, tight sensation settling in my chest.

'What if someone broke in while I was gone?' The thought made my blood run cold, but quickly, a surge of boldness and courage followed.

'Whoever it is, they’re going to regret this.'

My fingers trembled slightly around the vase, but I steadied myself, lifting it defensively in a tight grip as I reached for the door handle. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, my heart pounding in my chest.

The moaning grew louder, and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight before me. My husband, Alexander, was lustfully slamming his hips into a woman beneath the sheets, his