The Undercover Ex Wife (Undercover 1) (completed)

Prologue

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Astariel for doing the chapter header. Thank you very much.

I got married at eighteen and I haven't been my true self. Noah lets me stay at home. Well, he prefers that I be home when he gets in from his office job. I have dinner on the table at six when he steps through the front door. I pretend to be Betty Crocker. But I'm not her. I am Amelia Daniel-Cross. I hyphenated my surname so I could have a semblance of my old life. The life I had when I was Noah Cross's girlfriend. I haven't been Amelia Daniel's since I was fifteen. I don't know who she would be if I never met Noah. Now I'll never find out. This is my story.

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I am in the kitchen cooking Noah's favourite meal, silverside with baked potatoes, fried onion and string beans.

A song comes on the radio and I belt out the tune to the music. I can't sing at all. It's a miracle how the windows haven't smashed with my off pitch singing. It's fun when you are alone in a big mansion with no-one around.

When I first moved into the mansion we had cooks and cleaners. One day I came home from shopping and they were gone.

Noah looks up at me from the kitchen table and said. "The house work and cooking will be your job from now on. You'll get paid by fucking me. That's what I'm offering you my dear wife."

I slapped him. It was the worst mistake of my life.

What he did next scared the crap out of me. He threw me against the wall and fucked me hard and fast. Then he threw me on the ground. He spat on me and called me a 'whore.'

I had fingerprint marks on my arms for days after that. I had problems moving around from how hard he took me.

I enjoyed him taking me like that. I swear I might be fucked up for liking something like that.

He couldn't look at me for a couple days after that incident. He saw the bruises he left me and the way I couldn't walk properly.

I still loved him.

I pour two glasses of red wine. The table is set with the dishes and cutlery. I even baked a cake for our six year anniversary.

At six o'clock I put the silverside on the table with the vegetables. I sit at the table waiting for my husband to walk through the door.

Two hours later, I'm still at the table waiting for him. I call his mobile and it goes straight to voice mail.

Where is my husband?

I'm half-way through washing the dishes when he comes home. Noah stumbles through the door at 8:30pm. "Where's dinner I'm starving." He slurs.

I put his dinner in the microwave. When the timer beeps. I give him his dinner.

He looks at me. "Are you going to join me, Amelia?"

"No, your drunk. I'm not sitting with you while you are like this." I wave my hand at him.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he roars.

"WITH PLEASURE." I shout.

I walk up to our bedroom and pack some clothes.

This is the best thing to come out of my life.

Noah is passed out on the couch when I leave the house.

I wonder if he'll remember any of this in the morning. I hope he regrets this day for the rest of his life.

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