I scanned the room for a moment again, hoping to spot the elusive bug, but I still found nothing. “I can swear there’s a bug here,” I muttered under my breath, frustration evident in my voice. I placed my hands on my hips and sighed.“Oh well,” I said to myself with a shrug and walked over to my reading table. It was covered with books of all genres and topics, reflecting my passion for reading. I felt that the more I read, the better the person I became.I had no job ever since I married Rick. The only job I had was to be a housewife. I often cursed myself for not getting a job so at least something would keep me busy from his cheating nature.Luckily, I found solace in my books. Whenever he brought a woman home, I’d block out their noise with music in my ears and just read a book till I fell asleep.I couldn’t exactly do anything about it and I felt he did it effortlessly because we were in a contract marriage. I was the one who went and foolishly fell in love with that man.All tho
“One of my properties in the state,” I replied casually, as if it was nothing.She stared at me for a few seconds, her mouth agape, then shook her head in disbelief. “What has been going on behind my back?” She said, laughing nervously. I joined her laughter, but mine was more confident and smug.“Oh… nothing. Just a little riches and properties here and there,” I said with a shrug, enjoying her reaction.“So your husband signed this house to your name then? Did you ask him for more houses, Jane?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me accusingly.“No! Of course not!… I mean, of course he did sign this house to me, but the remaining places are my properties, not his,” I said in exasperation, rolling my eyes at her.“I’m sorry, Jane… am I missing something? How did you acquire those properties?” She asked incredulously, leaning closer to me.I burst out laughing at her curiosity and naivety. “Oh, Sheba, you never cease to amaze me. With your mind so shallow,” I sai
“So how do we go about it, Jane? This brilliant plan of yours?” Sheba asked as I was packing my things. She just stood there, confused and worried, as she watched me throw my clothes into a suitcase. She couldn’t understand how I had made up my mind to move out of my husband’s house in just a matter of minutes.The truth was that I wanted to give my husband a reason for a divorce and I was going to use this as one of the many pieces of evidence that I needed to make sure I messed him up in the law court. He was a monster and I hated him with every fiber of my being.“Answer me and think this through. What about the other plans you hatched for him? How will they work without you in his life?” Sheba asked, trying to reason with me. She knew some of the things I had been doing behind his back to expose him and ruin his reputation. She was the only one who knew and supported me, even though she sometimes thought I was going too far.I ignored her and kept packing. I was angry because my h
“Have you ever seen this Elizabeth before?” She asked me with a thoughtful expression. “She seems to be the latest of your husband’s many affairs.” I racked my brain, trying to recall the faces of the women who had shared my husband’s bed over the years.“You know, I don’t think I have,” I said, shaking my head. “But she doesn’t strike me as the type of woman my husband would bring home.” I dismissed the idea with a wave of my hand.“Oh? How so?” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.“Well, for starters, my husband rarely brought any women home. He preferred to keep his escapades outside, away from our family.”I paused, taking a deep breath. It was hard to talk about my husband’s infidelity, even with my sister. She reached out and squeezed my hand, giving me a sympathetic look.“Okay, I understand. And then?” She urged me gently.“Well, whenever he did bring women home, they were the ones he considered important to him. The ones he had some feelings for, or at least
“Look at that! It’s almost time for dinner!” I exclaimed, glancing at the time on my phone. My sister gave me a puzzled look.“Since when did you ever keep a time for dinner?” She asked, checking her own clock.“Holy shit! It’s already 7pm?!” She shouted.“Yeah, I think we did a little too much bonding, sis. We didn’t even keep track of time!” I said, and she laughed.“Yeah, at least I can stay for dinner instead of going home to meet a very busy boyfriend,” she said thoughtfully.“Oh no, sis, I’m not the one hosting dinner. It’s Bianca and her husband, Henry,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.“Oh my God, Jane. What have you gotten yourself into this time?” She asked, groaning as I looked down at the floor.“Well, she invited me and I thought it would be nice to say yes to the invitation, Sheba. That’s all. Nothing much,” I said, and she placed her hand on her head to rub her temples.“Are you going alone?” She asked, and I shook my head.“No, I’m going with my husband. Why?” I asked,
I rolled my eyes and said, “Oh please, Sheba. The last thing I want to do is give my husband the wrong impression.”She scoffed and said, “I’m sure your husband would want to make the right impression on Bianca.” Bianca was the definitely going to accept the impression wholeheartedly. She wouldn’t mind being the mistress of my husband. Imagine my husband had simply kept his legs to himself, I wouldn’t sue him and drag Bianca into it for adultery. Poor her anyways. She really thought I was going to strike a fair deal? One that doesn’t benefit me? Absolutely not!I smiled smugly and said, “I know you worked in a law firm and I need you to get me the best prosecutor you know. And I mean the best! I have the budget for him. My husband will definitely submit to me.” Sheba giggled lightly and said, “Whatever you say, my queen.” She bowed jokingly and I tapped her arm lightly.“Please, Sheba, you make me laugh,” I said as I rummaged through my wardrobe. I was looking for a specific dress th
“Sweetie,” I heard a knock on my door and it was my husband.“Hold on! Just a sec!” I yelled while Sheba tried to zip up my sundress. It had been a while since I wore it and I wasn’t going to settle for any other dress.“Jane. I don’t think this is working. Maybe you should just go for another dress,” Sheba said behind me as she was trying so hard to zip up my dress. It was a struggle.“Try harder Sheba. This is what I want to wear!” I said stubbornly. The dress was a light blue floral print that hugged my curves and accentuated my eyes. It was the same dress I wore on our first date, and I wanted to surprise him with a nostalgic touch.“I know but this dress has been here for ages! You’ve gained weight since you last put it on. Besides you have a whole new wardrobe of clothes! Why don’t you just pick one of your designers?” Sheba complained, panting. We had taken the third break in a space of 10 minutes trying to get the dress to fit but it still didn’t fit.“It must be the food I ha
He frowned and shook his head. “That’s not good enough, Jane,” he said, sounding hurt. His voice was low and strained, as if he was holding back tears. “You know how important this ring is to me. It’s a symbol of our love and commitment.” He held up his hand, where a gold band with a single diamond matched mine.I looked away from his pleading eyes and shrugged. “I just thought it wouldn’t mean that much anymore,” I said casually, as if I was talking about the weather. I knew it was a lie, but I didn’t care. He had no right to question me about the ring when he had been cheating on me with different women for as long as I remember!He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “Come on, Jane,” he said, trying to sound calm. “How could you say that? I always wanted to propose to you for the longest time again and I actually did it this time and it was actually one of the best days of my life that you agreed to be my wife again.” He reached out his hand and touched my cheek gently. “Don