"Is that it? No reaction at all? Is she even my wife?" I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling up inside me.
"Is this how you react upon learning your husband has been fooling around with different women? Wow, you really want that gold, huh?" I sneered, her lack of reaction pissing me off. Who did she think she was?
"I know you've been cheating since we were engaged… It's not something new… But I do hope you would take it easy from time to time…"
HA! Truly laughable… Is she that desperate to stay married to someone who's been cheating on her? If not for the money, then what else? They're all like this—the second the man loses everything, they're gone like the wind. She's definitely hoping to get that alimony.
"Okay, Mrs. Blythe… And I hope you'll wake up soon because I'll make sure you won't get a single penny from me." That should slap some sense into her. She's not going to get anything from me just because she's playing the obedient little wife.
"That is completely fine. It's not like you've given me much to begin with," she replied calmly.
What does she mean by that? I may be an asshole, but I'm not that broke. I gave her a monthly allowance to take care of the house—that should've been plenty of money.
"Visiting hours should be ending soon… I'm going to take the dirty laundry home… And please… don't try to sleep with the nurses…"
I just clicked my tongue, but before I could retort, she had already disappeared from the room. Well, at least I didn't have to see her face until tomorrow. My head sank deeper into the pillow as I stared at the ceiling. It had been such a hectic day—from the surprise visit of that fake nurse to that woman talking my ear off.
"Have you eaten?"
"Do you need to change?"
"Is the pillow too high?"
"Do you want some fruit? I'll peel it for you."
Such a noisy woman… Was she always this noisy? All I remember is her standing in the corner reading books or in the back garden. She only spoke when I asked her—or more like shouted at her. Did she even do anything other than gardening and reading?
Did I ever do anything with her before? I should've at least slept with her when we got married, right? Or has she been a virgin all this time? God, a virgin at 26? That's kind of embarrassing.
My phone lit up, breaking me out of my thoughts. Oh, a message from… Zera? Which one was she again? The message read:
"Hey… I just heard about your accident. I tried visiting you today, but your manager said only family and close associates are allowed. Guess they're not too fond of your whole scandal, huh? Don't worry, I'm not trying to ask for money. I just want to wish you a speedy recovery."
Zera, huh? I think I remember her—she's one of the women I frequently visited from the gentleman's club.
"Also, please say thanks to your wife. She found my missing earring at your home and sent it back to the club. She's a very chill, cool woman."
Okay, how many of my girls does she know? Lucy is one oblivious bimbo, but Zera too? Even knows where she works… What is she, a stalker?
"You know my wife?" I sent back. A few seconds later, Zera replied:
"Yeah… Everyone at the club knows her. We even have a nickname for her—'Mrs. JB'… Who do you think picks up your drunk self and brings you home?"
She knows the entire club? Is this why she was so unbothered by the whole cheating scandal? My God, she's a stalker and a masochist…