Chapter 42
LOGAN
We were on our way home. I had to ride with Irene as Michael needed to be dropped home, so I asked Noah to deal with that, besides, after what Irene had just witnessed, I had to be by her side to convince her otherwise before she lost it, but to my surprise, Irene hadn’t said a word to me, she was just staring out the window while I drove. Even when I asked for her keys so I could drive, she just gave them to me without hesitating.
I didn’t want to complicate anything that’s why I also remained silent.
It didn’t take long to get to the house, when the car parked. Irene got out first, leaving me behind.
I remained inside for a moment to think
The boy!
So Patricia left because she was pregnant. I mean, this is the only valid explanation. Patricia wouldn’t have the courage to leave me was a contract. She knew I didn’t have to love her money was all she cared about, but seeing she was pregnant, she decided to take that drastic step because she didn’t want our son to see me with another woman. Yes, that’s the only reason she left, which meant the was still in love with me.
So, if she left because of the pregnancy, then it meant she could have stayed if not for it; she could have stayed even though I married Irene, maybe she could even settle to being my mistress. Gosh, this made so much sense now, but I was not happy with her, with her stupid decision: why didn’t she tell me?
Why did she keep my son from me!
Taking a deep breath, I finally got out of the car, and after locking it, I headed in.
I didn’t know what to expect, I mean, this is Irene; she was psycho, but I had to face her.
I was shocked to find that she was in the kitchen, I walked to the sink to get water, as I wanted to see what she would do, it’s safe to say I preferred it when she spoke rather than this silence.
“There’s bottled water, she finally said as I was about to fetch water from the tap. “Tap water is unhealthy. She said, making me nod, and then placing the glass down, I walked to the fridge and got a bottle of water.
“Thank you.” I said, but she didn’t respond; instead, she was on her phone. Well, maybe she was waiting for me to bring it up, so after reaching the door, I turned and spoke up. “Okay, first I want to apologize, I didn’t mean to go to her. I lied.
“I’m thinking we try Indian.”
“Irene-
“I don’t want to order, so I’ll just make it myself. Do you want to help!“.
“What?” I was confused
“That’s okay, just go freshen up: I’ll call you once lunch is ready. You’re not going to work, right?”
“Irene, I’m trying to speak-”
“And I don’t want to talk about it!” She cut me off, raising her voice, then she took in deep breaths before faking a smile and t asked me what I wanted for lunch. Wow, she was really crazy because what was this?
I
But I didn’t want to push her, so I told her anything would do, but she insisted, and her tone slightly changed.
then calmly
“I am your wife, and as your wife, I should be able to make you anything you want, right?” She was really losing it. “You’re not obligated to
“She used to cook for you.” She cut me off “She used to be a great cook, your personal chef, like you used to call her..” She smiled as if thinking. “And I just can’t, I can’t even bodd water to save my life.”
“That’s not true, you
“Don’t you fucking say it” She yelled, then again calmed herself before she asked. “What do you want to have for lunch?”
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“Arroz con Pollo,” I said, my eyes fixed on her as I studied her reaction.
“I will be ready in an hour,” she said, and I nodded, my eyes still on her. “Anything else?” she asked, and I shook my head. “Good, let mroh here,” she walked to the fridge, and I wondered what she was up to. I watched as she used the fridge screen and then went on the internet: she then searched for how to prepare it from scratch.
Okay, unless I wanted to stay in the hospital for food poisoning, I sure was not going to let her prepare something she didn’t know
I was going to speak when she asked me to leave. At first I didn’t move, but when she repeated in a serious tone, I left, rubbing sweat off my forehead.
I honestly don’t know what I got myself into, how did I even meet Irene?
That question brought up a memory as I remembered the first time I met Irene. We were on a parent exchange project. I got Daniella’s family for the project. Daniella was Irene’s twin sister, so while Daniella and I were close. Lat times mistook Irene for her, as the week T spent there, I mistakenly kissed Irene. Well, not mistakenly, as I enjoyed it.
At that time I was with Daniella; she was at another family’s house for the project. Well, honestly, that project was something I was beginning to regret, as then Irene and I started sleeping together. Irene knew I was with Daniella, but we were both attracted to each other. The rest is sad, and I honestly don’t like thinking about it
“She’s the crazy one; that’s how we tell them apart. Daniella’s mother’s voice rang in my head. Yes, when we had dinner, I teased about how she was able to recognize her daughters, and that’s what she said. Well, I thought it was a joke, but after the things Irene had done for the past four years, I was now starting to believe her. Irene was really crazy.
I was now in the bedroom Removing my shoes, I fell onto the bed and was about to close my eyes when I felt something on my back. I could easily shift, but it was disturbing, and with the way it was feeling. I had to confirm it wasn’t what I was thinking.
Getting up. I pushed the duvet aside and reached for it. My fingers closed around something cold and I froze.
It was a gun.
A pistol
What the hell was a gun doing on my-? Wait.. Irene had a gun?
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