CHAPTER 53

DARLENE

It's not usual to walk into your marital home and see a strange woman whom you had never seen before, sitting there on the couch with legs crossed and nose in the air, like she is the owner of the house.

Oh well. Fuck my life.

This woman, I had never seen before, relaxed in my own home like she was the queen of the place. Her jet black hair was rolled up in a bum and all the sharp edges of her face were in full view. With that snotty pout and oblivious pretence to my presence, I could clearly tell that she was a proud one.

And she was gorgeous. Stunning, I must say. To the very point that it made me uncomfortable. Everything about her was conventionally attractive: from the beat ponytail to the clea skin and pretty eyes, and down to the elegance she seemed to exude even in her bratty confidence. There was an air of regality that surrounded her as she sat there, comfortably, making sure to be ever so relaxed in a home that was not even hers.

My major concern; was she in the w