Story of my life

  " I couldn't help but move closer to the entrance of the toilet from where the sound seemed to come from. As I got closer to the bathroom, the sound I was hearing became moans and all I could hear was a familiar female voice moaning in different ringtones without giving a damn about who could be listening considering this place is a public convenience. I know eavesdropping on people is wrong not to mention listening to such sexual rythm and so I walked back to the washing tub to wash my hands and quickly leave even when the drunk self wanted to stay and enjoy the beautiful rythm.

I washed my hands, air dried them and was about to take my leave when I heard the lady's loud voice 

" That's it Michael Kings I'm fucking cuming"! That can't be right, that bitch can't be fucking my husband in a public place! I almost screamed out but couldn't because I know paparazzi will kill right now for this juicy story. I swallowed down the hurricane that was threatening to burst out of my mouth and kept my cool, waiting patiently for them to come out of the toilet. At this time, there were no longer moans which obviously meant they were back to earth from their quick trip. Soon, I started to hear whispers and giggling from the toilet as they unlocked the toilet door. "Oh nice, at least they remembered to lock the door before they indulged in their sinful act" I said inwardly, giving them credit for that and then the toilet door was opened and I saw my husband's arms around his personal assistant's waist. "No wonder her voice sounded familiar" I thought. My husband was whispering into her ears and the little hyena was laughing with that her already upsetting voice until her eyes met with mine. She quickly freed up herself from my husband's arms and started adjusting her dress which was rolled up, most likely by my husband and my husband who didn't know the reason for her reactions wanted to make a move on her again until his eyes met with mine also.

Mr King: "Oh! It's you wifey!" He said and didn't even look like he was affected by my awareness of his affair.

Mrs King: "Has it come to this now, dear husband?" I asked, still trying to keep my cool. "Clearly you do not have respect for our marriage anymore which I'm getting used to already! But did you at least consider what would have happened if it was someone else that walked into this place?" By this time I was no longer calm.

Mr King: "Do you mind keeping your voice down? You are practically screaming"

Mrs King: "Oh, now I am screaming?!" I couldn't help but laugh out bitterly as few tear drops escaped from my eyes; "When this little gold- digging bitch was busy screaming your name in the toilet 'oh king right there!' while you were busy pumping her ass and enjoying the smell from the toilet you didn't seem to be bothered." I said as I dramatically pointed my finger at his personal assistant who had been quiet and didn't want to be highlighted in the conversation. But unfortunately, she's the star of tonight and I needed to give her the spotlight, "come over here" she slowly walked closer to my husband for protection.

"Perfect" I rolled my eyes at them. "If you both think you can humiliate me then you don't know me at all and Miss personal assistant, is that what you'll call moans?! You sounded like a woman in labour" I said as I made a disgusting face at them. "Please upgrade your unappealing voice and I wonder how you were able to arouse this man with that thing you called moan. Well, I'm not surprised knowing 'birds of a feather, flock together'. It's no suprise you guys could enjoy sex in a public toilet." I hissed at them and at this time, my husband has started fuming as his little play thing was already in tears.

Mr King: "Behave yourself Michelle or else..."

Mrs King: " Or else what?! You are going to beat me in a public place like you do in the house, ehn, Mr Michael King?!" I dared him this time and I wasn't scared because i know if there's anything that matters to this monster standing before me, that will be his career. He stepped forward, taking few steps as I kept walking backwards till I couldn't anymore as my back was already against the wall.

Mr King: "Now you listen you little piece of shit" He spoke in a hush voice. "I made you who you are today. I fucking made you the goddess of our industry and I can easily destroy you and grind you into dust. So before you decide to open your mouth and talk nonsense about your god next time, think of what that god can do to your career. So Mrs Michelle King, why don't you act like the good wife you've been acting as and go back to our table to wait for your darling husband to come take you home." He said with a smirk on his face and I obediently left the convenience in a hurry as tears were threatening to fall off my eyes.

I know what you guys are thinking right now because I think so of myself too. I'm a coward, running from my husband after catching him with another woman, simply because he threatened my career. Yes, I'm an actress and I'm very good at my job. Everyone loves me, they all see me as the goddess of the movie industry in Canada and they assume I'm living the best life. Nope! This life is not as perfect as they perceive. if only they know how miserable I am, yet I can't quit because I love the fame too much to kiss it goodbye. The tears that I have been holding began to pour down. I waited for it to completely pour out before drying my face with a face towel and applying some makeup, so I can mask my worry with a beautiful face and a smile that will convince everyone that I'm happy and I'm living a good life just like I do each day that passes by.

My name is Michelle King and I am an actress. Like I earlier said, I love my job and it's fame.