Episode 4

EPISODE 4: FRIEND OR FOE

As soon as I finished getting ready for the death anniversary, my mother-in-law and I walked to the front door and began greeting guests. The guests who arrived brought gifts with them, as if they had come for a party rather than to pay their respects to my father-in-law.

"Please go upstairs and direct Evie to take the gifts to my bedroom." She sent me on an errand.

I was about to go upstairs to call Evie down when I noticed my husband pacing back and forth, which he usually does when he is hiding something.

"Justin, is everything fine?"

I held back from taking another step because he had such a disorganized expression on his face, which is typically when he is about to tell me what he has done.

"Nothing is wrong".

After much stalling, he was finally able to open his mother and speak to me.

It was clearly not the case; something had happened, and he refused to tell me.

What was going on that he refuses to tell me about.

I left him alone because he was unwilling to tell me the truth. I did not want to keep pacing back and forth like nothing had happened.

I met with Evie. I told her what my mother-in-law had asked me to tell her, then left the room. I was As I was walking downstairs, I noticed someone sneaking into the house and packed the window leading to the stairs.

She looked familiar, but then again, I could be wrong.

I ran outside and did everything I could to keep her from entering the house. Justin was devastated when he discovered his mistress in the same house as the rest of the family.

Good evening, Cynthia.

Gena approached me.

She is the wife of my husband's friend; I would not say we were friends, but we talk when necessary.

"I am fine; what about you?"

We were talking while Justin dealt with his mistress by evicting her from the house.

Gena, on the other hand, would not stop talking to me, which was beginning to get on my nerves.

"Nice party, right?"

She spoke, I nodded, and quickly excused myself from her ongoing conversation.

With so many guests in the house, I knew the only place he could have a private conversation with his mistress was in the garden.

I went there, and fortunately, they were having a closed conversation.

"What are you doing here?"

He stopped her from trying to hug him.

"What do you mean, I have come to see you?"

She spoke back to him.

" But why? I asked you not to come.

Justin held her hand and pushed her against the wall.

I watched quietly as their bodies began to melt against each other; their connection was so intriguing that I felt slightly hurt.

"I am sorry; I was just missing you."

She lowered her head, as if whatever she had just done was out of compulsion.

Justin consoled her while still asking her to leave.

She did not want to, but he was so convincing that she had no choice but to follow his instructions.

My paranoid husband rushed back to the party, but Rebecca remained motionless.

When I heard she was leaving, I turned away from her.

"Where are you heading? How much did you enjoy the show?"

I paused walking away and turned to her, asking, "What show? "Do you call that acting?" I put my hand to my waist and laughed.

She was slightly irritated by this, but it did not stop her from continuing the conversation.

"Hmm! But has Justin not filed for divorce.... isn't that what you wanted?" She questioned me.

" Yeah! But he asked for three months, and I do not have that time to waste." I voiced my complaint.

"Okay, so what is the plan?"

She approached and asked me.

" Plan? I do not know."

The expression on her face changed; she was willing to do anything I asked of her as long as she was compensated and her daughter did not suffer.

"I do not know.... " I explained.

" Hmm! What if I have a plan?

She paused.

" Plan? What exactly is it?"

We were about to discuss her plans when my mother-in-law walked into the garden and caught us.

"Who is she? Is she your friend?"

She started asking questions.

I did not want to appear suspicious, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

" Yeah! She is my friend.

I leaned away, allowing her to take a close look at her.

" Hmm! Welcome, what is your name?"

She held out her hand and smiled.

Rebecca looked at me, feeling a slight urge to back away. Fortunately, she handled the awkward situation like a pro.

"I am Rebecca, and it is nice to meet you."

That statement ended with a smile.

She was invited to the celebration, so what could possibly go wrong? I took her to the bar, where she ordered a drink from the man behind the counter.

Justin and his friends were talking when he noticed us passing by, and the expression on his face changed.

"I do not think your husband likes the fact that I am here."

Rebecca slightly covered her mouth while speaking with me. We cannot risk being noticed by her or anyone else at the party.

"Yes, but what is your plan?"

I repeated my question to her.

She sipped from her glass before speaking.

"This is the plan.".

Hearing her speak in riddles almost messed with my mind. What exactly did she mean when she said this was the plan?..

There was calm between the two of us, and then it occurred to me.

" Wait! Are you saying you want to be exposed to my husband's family?"

The plan caught me off guard.

"Yes, the sooner he has the prenup ready, the faster you can leave."

She elaborated.

That was a good but dangerous plan.

Will my husband agree to hasten the prenuptial agreement or not? And will Rebecca's presence in my family be advantageous or not??