Chapter 3 : What!? She is in Hawaii doing what?

As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror.

Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause…………………………

At breakfast-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair was elegantly brushed back, revealing the allure of her captivating blue eyes.

Seated in the upscale VIP dining area, exclusively reserved for the hostel's elite guests, they prepared to order. A courteous staff member approached, "Sir-Madam, could you kindly mark the list with the food you desire? Your selections will be promptly brought to you." Mr. Wood and his wife expressed their gratitude and proceeded to mark their preferences.

As they eagerly anticipated their meal, a waitress in a sleek black suit extended a warm greeting, "Enjoy your starter while they bring your food."

While savoring their starter, Mr. Wood's attention was drawn to a lady across the breakfast hall. Clad in a striking red dress and using a newspaper as a makeshift shield, she seemed to be trying to remain inconspicuous. Their eyes locked, and she sent a blown kiss his way.

"Brindle," Mr. Wood whispered in his mind, a hint of discomfort clouding his expression. Sensing the shift in her husband's mood, Mrs. Wood turned to follow his gaze and gently touched his hand. Concerned, she inquired, "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah," Mr. Wood replied with a faint smile, attempting to reassure his wife, and then resumed his focus on the starter.

A message popped up on his screen, prompting Mr. Wood to swiftly pick up his phone from the table. The message read, "Hey baby, meet me in room number 202, second floor," increasing his discomfort.

After a moment's pause, he stood up from his seat, gave his wife a quick kiss, and walked away, leaving her behind. "Sure," she replied with a smile, adding, "Be good."

Hurriedly, Mr. Wood walked and entered the elevator that ascended to the second floor. He swiftly knocked on the door of room 202, and in an instant, the door swung open. Before him stood a beautiful lady clad in lingerie, her hair elegantly tied back. "Hey baby," she greeted, leaping in for a kiss. Mr. Wood, however, gently pushed her inside, entered the room, and closed the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing, Brindle?" he questioned sternly. "Do you want someone to see us?"

"I don't care if someone sees us, Richard," Brindle declared, moving closer to him. She showered him with kisses on the lips, ears, and neck, executing a catwalk before locking the door behind her. Returning to him, she held his hands and boldly asserted, "I'm soon going to be Mrs. Wood, so there's no problem if someone sees me." She kissed him again and provocatively took a seat on the bed.

Mr. Wood, now facing away from her, voiced his anger, asking, "How did you even find out we're here, and why are you here, Brindle?" Brindle stood up, approached him from behind, and draped herself over him. "I have eyes everywhere, Richard," she replied. "Moreover, your baby wanted to see you." She moved to stand in front of him, cradling her tummy. "I miss you, Richard. We miss you," she expressed.

"Don't you miss us too?" she inquired, to which Mr. Wood responded, "I do, I do." Brindle persisted, "But you can't just come here, Richard. What if something happens to you? I can't live without you."

"Tseee," Brindle mocked him by placing her palms on his mouth. "I'm here now, unharmed''. Our baby is fine too" Overcome with emotion, Mr. Wood lovingly hugged her, showering her with violent kisses on her mouth, cheeks, and everywhere. "Mmm, I miss you, Brindle," he groaned as he lifted her and carried her to bed.

Mr. Wood's phone rang in the middle of their private moment. Without hesitation, Brindle quickly turned it off, tossed it away, and they resumed their intense connection.

Disturbed by her husband's absence, Mrs. Wood sat at the table, untouched food before her, dialing his number repeatedly. The automated response echoed, "The number you're calling is currently switched off. Please try again later." Frustration etched across her face, she stood up and began to search, weaving through the surroundings in the hope of spotting him. She approached various individuals, asking if they had seen him, and dialed a few more numbers to inquire about his whereabouts.

Worried and increasingly desperate, Mrs. Wood went back to their room, hoping to find her husband there, but it was empty. She then ventured to the second floor, calling his number again with no success. Descending to the first floor, she searched everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found.

With growing concern, she traversed the resort, exploring the pool, cafe, bar center, and nearly every corner, yet she still couldn't locate him. The sense of unease deepened as the mystery of his whereabouts persisted.

It’s been more than 7 hours and his husband hadn’t still returned, she sat quietly at their private pool upstairs in their room, called his number a few more times and it was still off, she didn’t know what to do, she sat there and sobbed…went to their room and picked his luggage and started to pack her things…….

Abruptly waking from his sleep with a sense of urgency, Mr. Wood frantically searched for his phone, checking under the bed, sofa, and behind the curtains of the hotel room. Encountering Brindle amid her bath, he walked in, still in his underwear, and found her sipping wine in the bathtub. Reacting swiftly, he confiscated the glass, placing it on the table., you shouldn't be drinking, he said..........

"Where is my phone, Brindle?" he urgently asked. "I'm asking you, where is my phone? My wife would be looking for me by now. Why didn't you call me, Brindle?"

She continued with her bath and didn’t even utter a word………………………….

Frustration etched on his face, he ran his hands through his hair and stormed out of the bathroom. Hastily dressing, he left the room in a hurry.

Mr. Wood rushed towards his wife, noticing her holding luggage and other belongings, seemingly ready to leave. "Hey, hey," he said, taking her bags from her hands. "Where are you going?"

She stepped back, folding her arms, and asked, "Where have you been?" looking directly into his eyes.

"I had to take care of something," he replied, turning away from his wife. "And why didn't you call or text me, Richard? I've been calling you all day, your phone was off," I was worried, she explained, showing him the numerous missed calls on her phone.

He touched his pocket as if searching for his phone. "I don't know where I kept it," he mumbled, looking around as if he couldn't remember where he last saw his phone.

Natalie approached him, noticing a scent, and questioned, "And why do you smell like a female?" She walked closer, touching his clothes and taking a whiff. "Me," he responded, backing away and smelling his shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about."