"This is the Entertainment news and I am Hailey." The Chestnut haired journalist flashed a smile before continuing.
"Xaviar Lucasino spotted again with his suspected model lover, Sophia Andrews." This headline had been on the Entertainment world for a while now.
"The duo were seen yet again walking out a restaurant hand in hand before they were whisked away in Mr Lucasino private car. This has sparked a lot of comments from the public." Layla gives off an anxiety sigh before she switched of the television.
it had been everywhere for a while now. Her husband pranced about Sophia. For all she knew he had gotten himself a model mistress. It wasn't a surprise to her though. They were a perfect fit, billionaire businessman and his model mistress whereas she was just a boring house wife from an average family.
As expected, there were tabloids about it, the stories were a little bit exaggerative in Layla's opinion. Stories went on about Xaviar divorcing his boring wife to be with the hot model, others said it was because Sophia was expecting Xaviar's child while others just tagged Layla as a failure in marriage.
glancing through her Instagram, a particular post stopped her action making her cringe..
"may the best female win" the caption read along with an edited picture of she and Sophia clinging on both sides of Xaviar who stood proudly at the middle.
This was an embarrassment, she couldn't believe how far the public had taken out their time to make embarrassing stuffs about her. They were seriously casting lots on who would win Xaviar?
He was already her husband, what more did they need. Surely they didn't expect her to fight for what belonged to her.
What she couldn't understand was why Xaviar had decided to disgrace her but then a reasonable part of her conscience reminded her that men tend to embarrass females.
Few more hours of sulking in bed, She headed for a relaxing shower, dinner would be set soon and her husband would eventually come home.
The feeling of warm water on her skin was enough to ease her worries, at that moment she just focused on herself as she sang in the shower
Stepping out of the warmth from the water, images of Xaviar and the blonde bimbo flashed through her mind and her heart thudded painfully. It felt like being stabbed in the chest but this time it wasn't a physical pain.
A stray tear ran down her cheek. Layla had been trying so hard to remain strong, she had tried so hard to remain optimistic.
She desperately wanted to believe Xaviar wouldn't choose another over her, she desperately wanted to believe she was more than enough for him
But that was false
He wanted another and it wasn't her, it would never be her. How unfortunate she was to not see this sooner.
Her hand touched the fogged mirror which held her reflection. She took a deep look at herself like it had been the first time she had ever seen herself.
"You are more than enough for anyone Layla " the words slowly made its way out of her lips. This words were uttered to convince herself of her worth.
Her hands dramatically went to her chest like she had been suddenly shot, her invisible barrier was broken at this point and she let the tears out shamelessly.
That was one thing males didn't understand. Each time they cheated on a female they claimed they loved, they broke her.
They make her doubt her self worth, they shatter whatever self-esteem the female had and that was exactly how Layla felt as she stood crying her eyes out before the mirror.
"I-Im m-more tha-an en-ough" I repeated the words to myself one more time as my heart thudded in pain. I so desperately wanted to believe those words but I couldn't, my heart wanted to believe I was enough for Xaviar but my head knew better.
At this point I was confused, should I leave?? Should I walk away from this sham of a marriage or should I stay and fight for it??? Xaviar made me question my sanity in certain moments. Sometimes I want to stay and fight for us then other times I'm totally lost and confused on what to do.
A knock on the door to the bathroom was enough to make me furiously clean my tears.
"Ma'm dinner has been Served, Mr Lucasino is requesting your presence " a maid said gaining my attention
He was home!
"I'll be there in a minute " I pulled open the door and stood before the servant. Her eyes cast on the ground with a light blush on her cheek
it wasn't a surprise though as I was only in a towel, but then again this also showed she was new here. Other maids wouldn't react this way.
"When did he get back?" I questioned
"about ten minutes ago"
I nodded to her and she hurried her way out of the room.
I stepped into the walk in closet and got dressed in a comfortable pink flower designed pyjamas, I quickly brushed my hair and made my way to the dining room.
"finally decided to come down for dinner " Xaviar said when he caught sight of me
"finally decided to come home early today?" I retorted as I took a seat.
His eyes clung on me and I knew immediately he caught what I had meant.
He cleared his throat before speaking again, this time the servants begun serving the meal.
"Have you been drinking again?"
"Do I look drunk Xaviar? I'm perfectly in my right senses " I said a bit too harshly
"okay" He dismissed
we didn't speak again after that, the maids were done dishing the food and we ate in silence. Xaviar was pretty occupied with his phone throughout. The maid from before stood quietly at the side, refilling our glasses with water or wine whenever asked to.
The silence was becoming suffocating and my anger had somehow increased
"the least you could do is put the phone down and have dinner with your wife " my fingers wrapped tightly around the cutlery I'm surprised it didn't snap in two
Xaviar on other hand didn't look up from his phone when he replied "I don't see how it's affecting you?"
"Who is she Xaviar?? Who is Sophie or whatever her name is?" I bit down my tongue trying to control my rage
This time around my husband's eyes snapped up to look at me and his iPhone was long forgotten on the table
"What?"
He was playing dumb
"you heard me, you keep prancing about with her. Your pictures are all over the internet for goodness sake and you sit here trying to play dumb???? Do I look stupid to you??"
"I never said you were stupid Layla " he replied
"so who is she to you??? Don't fucking lie to me "
"I already told you she's nobody " He went back to eating
"YOU LYING BASTARD!!!" I yelled standing from my seat
Xaviar's eyes were on me again, he looked really calm and composed. The maid on the other hand stood in an uncomfortable position from the situation unfolding
"can you not create a scene right now Layla. I don't want to argue "
" She's the reason you've been treating me like garbage right??? Because of your new female??? You disgust me Xaviar Lucasino!"
"non parlarmi come quella Donna!"
(don't speak to me that way woman!)
Xaviar looked rather too composed for my liking
"why shouldnt I? You don't deserve my respect anymore " I said cocking my brows at him
His eyes left mine momentarily and he sighed
"look Layla you're getting everything mixed up. I- she's no one babe, I already told you "
"I love you Layla, that's all that matters " He looked me straight in the eye as he said these words. His feelings perfectly conveyed to me.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, I couldn't think of anything else other than the words he said at that moment and my heart broke.
I felt my weakness emit my body in form of tears, it flowed out my eyes freely as I stood there short of words
my husband's eyes widened as he saw the evidence of his actions
"Layla??" He pushed back his seat to stand
"Don't!" I placed my hand forward stopping him
"how can you look me right in the eyes and lie Xaviar?? How can you tell me those words when you don't mean it, when you're cheating on me??" I whispered
His eyes crunched in confusion to my words
Damm he was an excellent actor.
"There are fucking numerous pictures of Y'all kissing in public Xaviar!! She's your fucking girlfriend you man whore!!!' More tears poured out my eyes
Xaviar still didn't break character
"I'm done! I want a fucking divorce!" I declared.
He was suddenly standing in an instant.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH FROM YOU LAYLA!!!!" He yelled shutting me up
"YES! SHE'S NOT A NOBODY, SHE MEANS SOMETHING TO ME!! SOOO WHAT THEN LAYLA?? YOU COULD FUCKING KILL YOURSELF FOR ALL I CARE BUT YOU ARE NEVER GETTING THAT DIVORCE!"
He took large steps out of the dinning room as I stood in place from pain.
It was one thing knowing your husband had a mistress but it was another thing when he finally admitted it and made it clear he wouldn't choose you
My desire for dinner was thrown out the window and I exited the room few minutes after he did rather than going to the master bedroom, I headed to one of the guest rooms. I had no intentions of seeing his face this night.