What is the possibility for someone to die then transmigrate into their spouse's mistress?
I don't have to work the math to know the chances for that to happen is very low.
Yet here I am. Legs spread with my husband standing in between, calling out another man's name.
It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
I admit that a small part of me wished Chris wasn't involved in my death. After all, he wasn't there when I was poisoned. Emma was the sole perpetrator and witness. I still remember the loathing in her eyes as she revealed her relationship with Chris and their plan to have me killed. She even called me a thief at some point. Implying that I've stolen the men she loved. That thief shouting thief act of hers left me dumbstruck for a long time.
At the time, I thought I was embroiled in a messed-up love triangle between the three of us. Who would've guessed, instead of a triangle, it was actually a solid square...
And the hidden fourth person in the relationship is this guy Aaron, whose body I gained after my death...
Arriving at this random thought, I let out a hearty laugh. I can't decide whether this is a blessing or a curse.
Chris has been silently staring at me with a dark gaze and a frown ever since I started laughing and crying maniacally. Obviously unable to discern the reason for my behavior. It took me a while to pull myself out of the laughing and crying fit. Once my mind returned to its stable state, I opened my mouth to ask the question that has been brewing in the depths of my heart, "Who is Dakota to you?"
We've been stuck in this ambiguous posture for some time. Chris's sinful hands have been resting leisurely on both sides of my thighs during my fit. His left hand had a trace of red which I suspected as my blood on it. Done glancing at that bloodied hand, I returned my gaze to meet his.
"Aren't you done with your tantrum?" He replied instead.
"Who is Dakota to you?" I asked once again. My eyes have never left his. Observing every minor change in his expression.
His answer is a hard backhand slap to my left cheek. "Know your place, pet."
Pet, huh? I never knew Chris's kinky-ness ran this deep. He marries me. Cheat on me with Emma. And kept Aaron as a pet. Is this guy planning to set up a harem for himself?
The slap was so sudden that I accidentally bit my tongue in the process. You can push Aaron around as much as you like. But not Dakota. If you think I'm going to take this domestic violence lying down, then you're wrong. I've had enough of you, Chris!
With a "Ptoo" I spit the bloodied saliva right to his face. Bending my right knee inwards, I then mercilessly kicked it out, aiming straight at his chest while he was in a short trance. My nervousness from his sudden appearance, anticipation from his fierce kiss, and heartbreak from the wrong name he uttered during our passionate bout was replaced by disgust and anger. Giving me an adrenaline rush.
How did I manage to fall for scum like you?
Chris was only stunned for a millisecond. Seeing the incoming kick, he crossed his arms to his chest to block the blow. The kick missed its intended target, but it managed to send him staggering a few steps back.
Grabbing the small vase decorating the counter, I threw it in his direction before jumping off the counter. The vase manages to hit him squarely on his head before it falls and shatters in pieces to the ground. A cut appeared on his left temple as blood trickled down to his chin. He wipes the blood running down his cheek with the side of his left palm before bringing it to his sight. A look of disbelief appeared as he stared at his own blood.
In a quick move, I bent and pulled the pants that have been lowered to my ankle back up. I reach out to the stainless steel bin that has been standing silently at the side and threw it in his direction once again.
Due to the size, Chris was able to extend a hand to block the bin from hitting him and send it flying to the other side of the bathroom. The bin crashed onto the floor with a loud 'clink' and 'clunk'.
I was only trying to divert his attention. The moment I send the bin towards him, I've lunge forward and prepared my next assault. Clenching my splinted right hand into a ball, I swung it violently. And my aim this time is that devilishly handsome face.
Pow!
Not waiting for him to regain his senses and gain the upper hand in this brawl, I rush forward and dived into him. Sending both of us onto the cold tiled floor. Straightening my back, I straddled him and proceeded to rain more punches towards his face to which he blocked with his arms.
After the barrage of blows, I guess he finally realized he can't take my attacks lightly. In a swift motion, he sent a hard blow to the wound on my rib. The adrenaline rush lost its effect as I felt a rush of searing pain came from that region. I let out a muffled groan.
I suddenly felt my vision spins and a sharp pain to the back of my head followed after. I realized our position has changed and now Chris was the one straddling me. He threw a punch to my face while glaring at me furiously.
I can see black spots appearing in my vision. After the buzzing and dizzying feeling subsides, I spit another mouthful of bloodied saliva to his face once again. With a sneer, I uttered between clenched teeth, "Fuck off. Go to hell."