Chapter 4

For two days and three nights. Spencer did not come home to his condo. It was only at seven o'clock in the evening that he came home. He is wearing different clothes. Because he said before when he left. He coming home to his parents’ house.

He came. Where I'm already sitting here at his dining table. Hopefully, for my dinner. Then he came and sat in front of me. He looked at me. So I got up to get him his plate. Wife 'duties. Then I laid it on the table in front of him.

He took rice and then grilled chicken that I ordered at a restaurant. It's recently delivered. Just before he arrived. I don't know how to cook. I simply know how to cook, just like the fried eggs, hotdogs and other frozen foods that simply fry.

"Did you order this?" he asked without looking at me.

"Yes." He just glanced at me and then resumed his meal. I remained silent here and did not move my food. Maybe I'll just wait for him to finish and then my turn to finish my meal.

"Your dad is cool too, right?" he asked, smiling when he looked at me. He was really scary. I noticed that my two hands were shaking again. Why am I nervous about him? I don't know.

“I wouldn't have married you if he hadn't forced me. You are aware, aren't you? Or maybe, you forced him to convince me to marry you. I heard as you typed me. Are you so desperate?”

His arrogance in the tone of his words. Did I type him? Only mommy wants him. If I only knew he was so arrogant and antipathetic. I wish I had told Mommy. Maybe mom will turn him off and we won't continue our marriage then.

“You're not my type. For you to know. Because you are an actress. I know the moves of all of you. Maybe you are like some of my acquaintances.” I frowned at what he said. Feeling my two eyebrows meet. Why does he feel sorry for the profession I have in our case today?

"Just this? You can't cook yet,” he showed at the same time a chicken leg that he had bitten.

“You have the courage to get married. But you don't know how to cook. What is marriage to you? To be a queen? I'm telling you. A woman when married, proficient in housework, in everything. As well as cooking. To you, I see you are useless. Why did I marry you, tsk!” then he stood up. I just closed my eyes. Why do I have to keep quiet? Will I just let him do this to me? Just this once.

"You know. I do not understand you. Don't leave! Because... it's your condo. Then me, I'm going back to my parents’ home!” I stood up. I would have passed him. When he grabbed one of my arms. I moaned too tightly at his grip that he was pressing.

My eyes widened as he looked at me, confused. I'm really hurt. The pain of touching him. I move my arm to let him go. But he restricts it even more.

“Will you still feel sorry for your parent? Stay here! You... will not leave HERE! Your mommy said so, didn't she? You have been living with me since we got married. So you’re not leaving here. Do you understand?!" So hard to me that his eyes watered as he looked at me.

"Let go of me. I'm hurting!" I beg him. But he still holds me in my arm. I still move my arm for him to release. But he would not let go of his grasp on my arm.

I'm already in pain. Until I kicked his knee. Reason for him to let go of my arm and he looked at me painfully.

We measured the two looks. Until he gave up and pushed his back on me and closed the door of his condo again.

 I just messed up my hair in extreme frustration. He is annoying. I’m taxing him. It was good that he left. As long as I won't let him just hurt me, physically. I will not be a battered wife.

My cellphone is ringing. Maxine is the caller.

“Hello, Max. You called?"

[Did your husband go home yet?] She always asked like this. She accompanies me every night here. Especially when Spencer didn't come home here in a condo.

[It's good that he went home.] I didn’t even answer. She knew the answer was immediate. I was silent. It was a long time before I answered her question. So she knew right away.

“He left again. That's good!” my two eyes narrowed in annoyance.

[So, where I'll sleep later?]

“I'll just call you. He might even come back here. I hope not.”

[You are mean to your husband. You haven't even had a honeymoon yet, ha!]

Honeymoon? Is there still a chance this will happen to the two of us? Even in front of him, he was already sick. Same feeling. What if we're both in bed? Just, I hate it when I think about it.

[Hey! Are you still there?]

"Oum." Even answering. I'm feeling lazy.

[So I was called. Because someone offered you a project. Direct Sanchez?]

“Yes. Direct Sanchez. She’s a woman, right?”

I know her. She is the director. She offered me a project then. Case, I denied. Because I was busy with our thesis then. I'm about to graduate. In the Business management course. I thought I was going to do business. I never thought that in acting I would last until now.

[Woman.] She answered sparingly.

"I'm a star?"

[Actually, she opened up to me about your role. She should talk to you personally. But, I told her. I'll just tell you. It's her babbling. I did not expect. You are a villain. Your role will be... It's like you're flirting with your best friend's husband. The question! Will you agree?]

I wondered if I would agree. The role is okay for me. There are often chances that someone will offer me this role. Also, I want to try. Being a mistress in a role. I will try, even challenging. I will challenge myself.

"What do you think?" It was a long time before she answered.

[I won't force you if you don't want to. The number of raw kissing scenes and undressing. It is erotic. Especially, your role will be daring. SPG! You must be a wild, sexy mistress. You are both wild. Just for me, you're already married. Your spouse may be angry.]

I was stunned by what she said. My husband supposedly doesn't care about me. I know he won't get angry. Because he said that, on paper, we were just married two. We will also separate at the right time.

“Don't worry about him anymore. I would try that kind of role. I have been in the acting industry for a long time. Besides, I've never played that kind of role, which is a mistress.” She sneezes. I knew she was implying something to me. Until our conversation ended on the phone.

I WENT into the room to go to bed. Because I'm going to sleep. It's up to Spencer whether he goes home now. It was also night, and he was old. He already knew what he was doing with his life.

A noise from outside this room startled me. I know it's Spencer who's shouting. I know he has his own key to his condo.

From what I can hear in his voice. He looks drunk. I let my eyes close again. But a loud sound, as if awakened again me rattle the door of the room was rattling. Just don't really get him in here. It's good that I locked the door.

“H-Hey! Open it!” He was obviously drunk in his voice. So I didn’t get up on my own to open him up. Because I'm already irritated by his voice. My mind was changing. I get up from the bed and go to the door to open.

I pulled the door open hard. He almost fell over and was stuck to the door. He glared at me with enough intoxication.

"T-the strength inside you .... S-sleep in my room….” It was annoying. I pulled him into his room and then pushed him hard, horizontally, onto the bed. He even cried out at the same time. It's up to him if he breaks a bone.

I hate him. So I accidentally closed the bedroom door and slept in the living room. On the sofa. It's good that the sofa is big so that no matter what I move to sleep, I won't fall.

I suddenly thought of Spencer. He is drunk. He will take care of his life.

Before. Especially Atom, once in my condo come home. I didn't know he was married yet. So it's natural that I call it live in when we were together back then.

Sometimes, he goes home at night. Sometimes, he comes home early and is very drunk. I'm the one taking care of him. To where he's making to vomit. Because he's so drunk. Then he would apologize to me in the morning. When he is okay and his drunkenness is gone. Because I used to feel sorry for him when he got drunk.

So I thought of it. Because Spencer and I are married. Shall I do the same to him? When is he always drunk to go home? I think I would go crazy if he tortured me. It's up to him if he vomits. He will be the only one to clean tomorrow.

The bastard. He really vomits. You know how I found out? I just saw him wake up early, mopping the floor in the room. He was sweating, and I knew he was actually vomiting. Work of the drunks. It's a good thing he didn't make me do it. I didn't throw up.

My breakfast was one cup of coffee and then the Yum burger I bought yesterday at Jollibee. These are two. I put it in the microwave to kill bacteria and keep it warm. I only took one. The one I left is for Spencer. Maybe he'll eat later.

He left the room, already dressed. Take note, he still has a suitcase with him. Maybe run away.

"I'm leaving. I was in Sorsogon for one week. We have a project to take care of there. So I will be gone for one week.” He really wants to say goodbye to me today. The peg is just a wife.

“Okay. Take care!” then I bit into the burger I was holding. He said nothing more. He pulled out his suitcase and then left the house.

He was kind. But sometimes he was angry with me. About the wedding of the two of us.

His one week there in Sorsogon turned into a month. So I agreed to the role that Direct Sanchez gave me. I was with Maxine and we are having a lock-in taping here in Tagaytay. Where in this place, we are going to do the scene of the movie.

It's a blockbuster movie. Not only here nationwide can watch. Also worldwide. So nervous. Direct Sanchez is famous. That's true. She had previously received an award from the Oscar Awards. With his prowess in producing films and they recognized her as a famous film director in the Philippines.

So it's an honor for me. To work on her as our director of a movie titled 'Mistress Alive’

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