Chapter 2
MIAMI, FLORIDA 2019
“PATRICIA
I wanted to believe it was all in my head, that he wasn’t proposing divorce, so I took small steps trying to give him space when his words stopped me.
“I will have the lawyer send you the divorce papers later today.” I couldn’t ignore him anymore, not now when I needed him the most, so 1 wiped my tears before I turned and faced him.
“You can’t divorce me. We can’t get a divorce.”
“Why?”
Because I’m–we still have two more years to go, our co-
“Well I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t think you were stupid.” He insulted me, and as usual, I just swallowed my saliva, as responding would make the situation worse. “I can terminate the contract if I’m not happy with you, and I’m not. I’ve just tolerated you all these years for my image, but now that Irene is willing to marry me,
“So you’ll marry her!”
“Like it’s a question,” he said, giving me the answer before skamming the bathroom door in my face
I took in deep breaths and dug my fingernails into my palms as I wanted that pain to distract me from the one in my chest. I dragged myself to the seat and then continued with my makeup–I just wanted the distraction at this point.)
I couldn’t afford to break, I still had to go and do Logan’s mother’s house chores since she refused to employ any maids.
My marriage with Logan was a contract; I needed money, and he needed a wife, so signing the contract, I became his wife. He never loved me, he made it clear I also at first never loved him, but within the first months I quickly fell for him, and now we are here, in our third year.
Yes, unrequited love, but I was okay with it–okay with the little he gave me, although I always prayed that one day he would love me too. I only had five years to do that, and three were already on the table.
We had our third marriage anniversary a few weeks ago, the night he returned home drunk, the night he called me Irene while I was riding him. He left the next morning and never returned home.
He said to be on a work trip, but I see Irene’s stories where she always posts them at a luxurious hotel or just having fun doing things he never did with me.
Please don’t judge me, yes, I’m not supposed to stalk my husband’s mistress if I’m even allowed to call her that, but there comes that ume when you’re clinging onto your mug of coffee, waiting for your husband, knowing well he is with another woman. I just couldn’t stop myself; I just never stopped myself; it always killed me, so that’s when I started stalking her–not that it made me feel better but at least I knew he was alive.
I wasn’t looking, so I mistakenly poked my eye with the eyeliner, which made me wince in pain. “Ouch!” But I didn’t stop: I had to hide the black spots, which were the results of crying myself to sleep last night.
“I… I can do this.” I told myself looking in the mirror, Logan’s mother’s house was ten minutes from ours, so if I had to get there early, I needed to hurry as I was already late for her coffee; I couldn’t have her complain, not now that Logan was suggesting divorce.
I was already done when I finally got my phone and headed down, I had to wait for Logan so he could drop me off since I couldn’t drive, and reaching downstairs I heard a knock on the door.
“No, it can’t be her,” I told myself as I went to the door. I mean, she must have some shame left; how could she show up at my house!
1 opened the door and was greeted with her face.
Tall, with a very intimidating look, with curly black hair dangling on her shoulders and her lips painted ombre, I quickly looked elsewhere, as looking at the lips reminded me of all the times I found her lip mark on Logan’s shirt.
“Good morning,” she even had the guts to greet me.
-What are you doing here, Irene?”
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“You know I can’t drive; I’m here to get Logan; we are late for work.” She smiled, flaunting her white teeth, making me want to punch her right in the mouth so that they could all fall out.
Please, before you judge me, I have my reasons, and I’m sure you would feel the same way if you were in my shoes.
I mean, a woman not only fucking your husband but taking his loyalty as well as turning him against you, causing misunderstandings- God, I just wish I could fold her like a paper and theow her in a trash can. I would be the happiest then.
“Let me in,” she said, pushing me out of her way as she let herself in I took a deep breath before closing the door and following her as she looked around the house. “Wow, you’re not bad after all.” She said, complimenting the living area, I cleaned and fixed everything last night for Logan as 1 heard he would return from his trip.
I thought he would come home only for his assistant to inform me that he hadn’t even p gone to the company; that’s when I went to the apartment he got me, the one Irene was now temporarily staying in. I knew he was there, but I didn’t expect them to be fucking while I was here waiting with good news.
“But when I take over, I wouldn’t want flowers in my living room.” She said and dusted the sofa before she sat down. I rolled my eyes as I didn’t want to cause any trouble with her, then sat down on the sofa across from her, but when she raised her hand, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the ring on her finger.
It was the ring that belonged to Logan’s grandmother. The one he refused to give me, the one he was overprotective of, but that’s not what got me; it was the fact that Irene was wearing it, not just on any finger but on the engagement ring finger.
Did… did it mean Logan proposed to her? That he was serious about the divorce?
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