Harem app

Third person POV

Harper returned home earlier. Social situations exhausted her, and she needed a moment to herself. However, the main reason behind her early departure was another: she didn’t want to see Liam so soon. And she knew the girls would definitely want to go to his shop that day. ℯℯ𝑙.

Seeing the boy stirred her heart too much, and she wasn’t ready to deal with it yet. Even though she had already made the decision to divorce, she wanted time to do everything calmly.

She wanted and needed to prepare herself over the months, organize her life and, little by little, create the right moment to leave everything behind.

With this whirlwind of thoughts, she walked through the door of her house just as the first rays of sun were breaking on the horizon. However, upon entering, she was surprised by the absolute silence of the place.

The house was empty.

Her husband had left without leaving a note, without a message, without even a warning about where he had gone. But Harper already had a suspicion of where he must be. A suspicion she preferred to ignore.

The truth was too painful to admit: he had probably gone out to cheat on her once again.

Perhaps it was time to face the facts once and for all. To do this, she decided to look for any clue that confirmed her suspicions.

It didn’t take long to find evidence.

His best suit was gone from the closet, his most expensive perfume had also been taken, and to make matters worse, the pack of condoms he kept was no longer there.

Harper swallowed hard. That was the final evidence, which had been in front of her for a long time, but she always ignored it.

After all, why would a man who hadn’t touched her in years have condoms? And why did they always appear to be brand new?

The truth had been obvious for a long time, but she only managed to notice it after Lilith showed her the video, rubbing the truth in her face.

Sighing heavily, she tried to push away thoughts about her husband and focus on the only person who truly mattered: her daughter.

Alice had told her that she would be going out and spending the day at a friend’s house. However, the blonde woman knew, or at least was almost certain, that her daughter had actually gone on a date, though she hadn’t mentioned where or with whom.

That detail worried her. Harper realized that lately, she had been growing more distant from her daughter... probably because she had been so absorbed in her own problems.

The guilt hit her like a sudden wave.

Without thinking too much, she made a decision that some might consider an invasion of privacy: she went into her daughter’s room to investigate.

What she found left her even more concerned.

The room was messy, with clothes scattered all over, showing that the girl had spent a long time choosing what to wear. But what caught her attention the most were the shopping bags.

It wasn’t just one bag, but several, indicating that she had bought new clothes especially for that date.

And Harper also recognized that the clothes were from a brand her daughter had never worn before. Curiously, she took out her phone and searched more about the store. The description made her eyes widen.

The pieces were much bolder than anything her daughter had ever worn.

When did this happen? When did her pure and innocent little girl start wearing this kind of clothing?

For a long moment, Harper stood there, holding the clothing tag between her fingers, lost in thoughts and concerns.

Then Harper heard the sound of the door opening, which made her momentarily stop thinking about Alice.

Her husband was finally coming home after spending the night partying in a bar with other women.

Her stomach churned with disgust and irritation.

By pure instinct, she grabbed her phone and opened the banking app. The disgust only grew as she saw the damage he had done. The man had spent a fortune that night.

And that was no surprise.

Lately, he had been increasingly irresponsible with money. He gambled, splurged, spent without thinking. The same man who used to criticize any ”unnecessary” spending from her now wasted ridiculous amounts on parties and gambling.

Their marriage, which had already been in a terrible state, had become unbearable since the party. And that was something that hurt her deeply.

But on that day, she didn’t feel sad, she felt angry. And the anger grew inside her, boiling like a volcano about to erupt.

She stood up with determination, descending the stairs with firm steps. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from fury. Harper always avoided confrontations, she was naturally reserved and shy. But when she got angry...

She could be terrifying.

That’s why she decided to confront that man one last time. So, she reached the entrance of the house and there, she saw the man standing in the doorway, taking off his shoes as if nothing had happened. She shot, without hesitation:

”Where have you been?”

The tone of her voice was sharp, filled with contained anger.

But, to her surprise, or rather, her disappointment, he didn’t even seem intimidated. On the contrary, he let out a dry laugh and rolled his eyes, as if it were her who was wrong in this situation.

”I should be the one asking, where were you last night? Why did you leave without telling me? You were cheating on me, weren’t you?”

He stepped toward her, raising his hand as if to hit her, but stopped himself at the last second.

Harper took a deep breath, her chest swelling with disgust. Was this man serious? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

He spent the night blowing money, probably in some other woman’s arms, and he had the nerve to accuse her of cheating?!

And the fact that he’d even threatened to hit her made her blood boil hotter. Her entire body burned red as she glared at her husband with pure fury.

Then she remembered last night. Despite the overwhelming desire to drop to her knees for Liam right then and there, she’d resisted. She’d decided not to cross that line until she’d told her husband about the divorce.

Even when she knew he was cheating, she’d chosen to stay faithful, because she was someone who held her own principles above everything else.

And nothing, absolutely nothing, enraged her more than being accused of breaking those principles. Especially when the accusation came from that disgusting hypocrite.

”You’re really going to accuse me?” Harper spat, her voice dripping with disbelief and rage.

She stepped forward, locking eyes with him.

”Who was the one out all night wasting money? Who never, and I mean never, tells anyone where they’re going?”

The man stayed silent, but his face twisted in irritation.

Harper didn’t back down. Instead, she pressed harder, driving the knife where she knew it would hurt most.

”I never cheated. Even when I wanted to. And believe me, I wanted to. You have no idea how frustrating it is to be married to a pathetic excuse of a man like you.”

Harper was a dedicated wife, and because of that, she knew that man better than anyone else. For the same reason, she knew exactly where to strike to wound his ridiculous ego.

So she continued insulting him in the most painful ways she could think of. She felt a slight pleasure in finally getting a bit of revenge on that man.

”And you?” Her voice dropped, becoming almost soft, but filled with venom. ”Can you say the same? Can you honestly claim you’ve never betrayed me?” She finally finished her angry speech.

Her eyes were teary, but the fury was so intense that the sadness seemed irrelevant.

And the man fell silent.

Not because he didn’t want to respond, but because he couldn’t. He had no way to answer. But his silence was all Harper needed to know.

Then, irritated by not having anything to say, and with his pride wounded by all those precise insults, he crossed a line from which there would be no return.

His hand rose, and he slapped her across the face.

The sound echoed through the room.

For a moment, Harper froze. Not because of the shock of the pain, but because of the meaning behind the act. And once again, her blood boiled. That had been the last time.

It was over.

With burning eyes, she looked at him with pure disgust and shouted,

”I NEVER want to see you again in my life! From today, we are no longer husband and wife. I will send you the divorce papers as soon as possible.”

Then she turned to leave, but he tried to grab her, mumbling rushed apologies, saying they couldn’t end like this.

But Harper had already heard enough. For the first time in her life, that indecisive and cowardly woman was absolutely certain about the decision she was going to make.

So she returned the slap she had received, hitting her husband’s face with all her strength. And without looking back, she left the place as quickly as possible.

As soon as she stepped outside, her heart still pounding in her chest, she grabbed her phone and typed a message to her daughter, telling her not to come home.

At that moment, her whole body was shaking, with anger, fear, anxiety... maybe it was the adrenaline. She didn’t even know why, but even typing on her phone felt difficult amidst all those emotions.

And she needed someone to talk to. So, aimlessly, she scrolled through her contacts, looking for someone to call.

However, no one answered, until, by some twist of fate, Isabel picked up the phone.

And that’s how Harper spent the rest of the afternoon and evening at her house, drinking wine, venting, and discussing her most repressed desires.

Only after several glasses and an intense conversation did she find the courage to grab her phone and send a message to Liam.