Chapter 1
MIAMI, FLORIDA 2019
*PATRICIA*
Wrapping a towel around my body, I Walked out of the bathroom and headed straight to the window.
I didn’t open the curtains when I woke up as my eyes were still hurting, and I knew the sun rays would make it worse, but now after the shower, they felt better.
After opening the curtain, I walked to the dressing table after pulling the bedroom bench. I took the lotion and started applying it to my body.
I managed to finish applying lotion on my body without thinking about last night; I even managed to put on clean clothes, but when I got to the makeup, I just couldn’t anymore.
Everything came crashing down on me, and before I could stop myself, tears rolled down my cheeks. Luckily, that’s when the door opened, and I quickly wiped the tears away and continued doing my makeup.
I didn’t need to turn to check and see who it was as the familiar cologne hit my nostrils.
It was my husband, Logan.
One thing that attracted me to him was his cologne, so even when I was mad at him, I still closed my eyes and allowed it to steal my
senses.
I stayed like that for a moment before I snapped back to my senses and turned to face my husband.
He was giving me his back; he seemed to be unbuttoning his shirt, and I don’t know why I froze, as seeing his bare back made my stomach growl, just like the first time. I think it’s called butterflies in the stomach.
Well, I was happy he made me feel butterflies in my stomach.
I planned to stare more when he suddenly turned, his face cold as usual.
“Hmmm… we… we need to talk,” I said embarrassed that he caught me.
“There’s nothing to talk about; you just need to stay in your lane and leave Irene alone.”
“Are you serious?”
“About?”
“You haven’t come home in days; the last time we made love was weeks ago when you called me Irene.”
“Oh really? This again?” He rubbed his forehead. “Save it, Patricia; you’re lucky Irene let it go.”
“Let what go? I’m the one who stayed out in the rain; I’m the one feeling sick, so what did she let go?” I stood up, still half–done with my makeup.
“Like I said, thank Irene, because if it was up to me, I would have thrown you in jail.” He said and walked past me as he came to the dresser and started undoing his wristwatch.
I couldn’t believe him; I’m the one who almost lost their life last night; I’m the one who was cheated on; the least I deserved was an apology.
“And also make sure you visit Mom; she needs your help.”
“Logan, are you serious right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re acting as if nothing happened. I found you fucking Irene and-”
“Trust me, you don’t want to go there.” He cut me off and almost walked past me heading toward the bathroom, but I stood in his way. “Patricia?”
“I’m your wife. Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?”
“Unless you want me to tell you how amazing Irene’s body was, which I’m very sure you don’t want to hear, so…” He tried to walk past me again, but I was quick to block his way.
“I won’t allow this.”
“You…” he chuckled, “you won’t allow what? Patricia, why…” He rubbed his temples, “Why are you acting like this? It’s Irene. I’ve told you about her. You do know what I feel for her. Why are you acting as if I committed a crime?”
“Because you did!” I raised my voice but quickly regretted it. “I-”
“Did you just raise your voice at me?” He sounded shocked. I’ve never raised my voice at him.
“I’m… I’m sorry, 1-”
“Of course you are, so what gives you the right to question me, let alone yell at me?”
“I’m sorry, I just-
“You just what? Patricia, it’s not like you’re just finding out about Irene; Irene is—”
“I know, okay, I know Irene is your first love, the only woman you’ll ever love, but… this is not right; you’re cheating on me. You expect me to just sit and do nothing?” I don’t know how I was able to say all that because my heart was pounding; I could hear it through my eardrums.
“Oh, it’s good, you know.” He smirked, “Now what? You’re going to cry? How pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic? Logan, if anyone is pathetic, it’s you and your mistress.”
“Irene is not my mistress. I think you always forget who you are; you’re nothing without me…” He said, looking straight into my now teary eyes as his words hit me like a punch to my gut, “You should be worshipping Irene because if she hadn’t left, you wouldn’t even be here in the first place; you wouldn’t be enjoying a luxurious life, dining with noble families. Who knows? You would be eating in the bins if not for Irene.” He said, not caring that I was literally crying.
“Is… is that all I am to you?” I asked; I don’t even know why.
He didn’t respond; instead, he pulled down his trousers and then threw them on the bed before he walked to the bathroom. I didn’t stop him this time; I planned to fall to my knees and cry when I heard him suggest.
“If you’re so tired of this marriage, then why don’t you say so? Let me set us free because I’m also drained.” I couldn’t believe he was suggesting divorce, that he wanted to divorce me?
