That night, I found it hard to eat. It was a struggle to… How would any sane woman find out that her husband had a mistress, and still be okay?
Today was Friday, 4 P.M, and I was lying on my bed, as different thoughts swirled around m mind.
Funny enough, that wasn't the worst of it all. Maybe he did spite me, because after that day, I kept seeing Karina around and she wasn't even ashamed. She even mocked me, saying I looked like I was picked up from the garbage.
"I don't think I want to be here anymore," I mumbled to Mira over the phone, my face buried in my pillow. "It all just feels like a nightmare right now." I was propped up on my elbows now, my feet in the air.
"You'll be okay though, stop fussing. I'm sure it's just a phase…" she trailed off, lost in thought probably, "He will soon realize your worth and how beautiful you are. Things can't go wrong." She hummed, trying to encourage me.
I groaned, trying to take heed of Mira's words. We had been best friends since we were 7 and ever since then, we've become inseparable. She's like the bread to my butter, and she was always with me every step of the way.
Even though she hailed from a wealthier family than mine, she never used that as a barrier to our friendship. It was just us in our little world back then and even now, it was still just us. She knows me so well, and she always knows just what to say to make me feel better.
"I'll talk to you later, Mimi," I said, a little relieved now.
"Love you, bye!"
Ali and I were scheduled to head out today, so I freshened upand put on some jeans and a top.
I didn't know how to style my hair, so I left it down, to flow. Upon stepping out, I came face to face with Karina and Ali locking lips. I sighed, my shoulders drooping as I watched them in their intimate embrace.
"Oh, the house girl is here." Karina snorted, withdrawing from the kiss. I think she enjoyed taunting me, because she didn't still relent. Now, it just seemed like Ali didn't care anymore.
"I'm not a house girl, I'm–I'm his wife." I said, so sure of my words.
Karina scoffed, moving closer towards me, "Ha!" She clapped slowly, "How stupid of you."
As she backed away, kissing Ali and saying goodbye, I mumbled underneath my breath, "Stupid bitch." Unsure if she heard it or not. I didn't care, that's what she was anyways.
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Ali and I had a silent drive to the venue. It was a sip and paint event among the luxurious people. Even though it was a closed venue, paparazzi still found a way to take pictures of us.
"This is my wife." Ali grinned, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. I felt giddy inside all of a sudden, this was probably the most closest, intimate proximity we ever had. I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I froze in my spot, answering questions when I needed to and nodding along.
Or maybe it just wasn't real, after all I couldn't recall the last time I fell in love. What was this? Love?
When we were sitting at our seats and painting, I wanted to use the restroom. "Babe, where are you going?" He grabbed my hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "I—The restroom, I'll be right back." I smiled, slipping my hand out of his.
This side of Ali was so sweet, I wished I could see it a lot more. Maybe there was still hope for us, like Mira said.
I must have a problem with locating places because I couldn't find the restroom, so I had to ask. As I looked for someone to ask, I came across a man very big and musuclar. I tapped his shoulder gently and as he turned around, his bright green eyes met my hazel eyes.
Oh my, he looked absolutely breathtaking, I thought to myself. "Sorry, what did you say?" His sexy voice broke me out of my thoughts. Did I say that out loud? Oh my God.
My face heated up and flushed a bright red, "Restroom! I meant restroom…" I hurriedly said, nervously. He pointed to a hallway, "The last door on the left."
"Thank you." I walked away, face-palming. I'm so stupid!
I quickly used the restroom, and stopped back out, thoughts of the handsome man i encountered earlier spinning around in my mind.
I went back to my seat beside Ali, sipping wine and attempting to paint a sunset on the beach. The sun was going down and Ali had already called the driver, so we left everyone and headed back home.
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A furious knock sounded on my door. I rushed to open it, wondering why the person was knocking so violently. It was Karina, looking all pretty in her dress and a clutch purse in hand, she grinned menacingly. "You need to be put in your place…hm? I heard the way you spoke back to me. How rude of you." She tutted her lips, shaking her head. She grabbed my face, her pointy talon-like nails, digging into my cheeks. She landed a slap on my face, not that hard but enough to sting.
I don't know what overcame me, but I pushed her hand away from my face, slapping her back.
Karina winced, feigning pain and injury just as Ali came rushing down. "What the hell happened?" He glared, it seemed as if he was going out with Karina.
"She slapped me." I said, facing Ali. He moved closer to me, gliding a cold, metal object behind my neck. What was that?
"So you slapped her back?" He scoffed, "YOU SLAPPED HER BACK?" He pointed the object at my temple now. It was clear what it was now, a gun.
I held in tears as Ali gripped my neck angrily, making it harder for me to breathe as Karina looked on.
"I'm s… sorry…" I choked out, desperately trying to breathe as a tear broke free from my eye.
He released my neck and left me laying on the floor, coughing frantically.
Seemed like Ali Miller was bad news, and I was clearly playing with fire.