Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 1

"Yes, Mrs. Monterio. This is noted. Okay. We'll meet tomorrow. Okay. Bye!"

I heaved a sigh after the call ended. My strides were brisk as I entered the clubhouse at South Ridge Village, an exclusive place for rich and prominent people. I only shook my head while scanning myself at their mirror wall. I looked sweaty and tired from the long walk.

'How unlucky!' I whispered within myself.

South Ridge's grandeur interior is already notable from the entrance of the place. There was a fountain at the center of the pavilion and a wide function hall. The designs and color of the place was just minimalist so it looks beautiful and refreshing in the eyes.

While walking, I can't help but to glance at the amazing furniture I pass by. It screamed elegance, and the marble floor looked expensive. I smiled and shook my head. South Ridge Village screamed luxury, the main reason why I always wanted to live in the place.

"Do you know? That newly moved woman near here is a mistress!"

My brows immediately raised when I heard two women gossiping in front of me. I just got seated and this is what greeted me. The two looked sophisticated and screamed elegance. The president of the village is currently having a speech for the Christmas party event in the coming Christmas eve but the both of them talked about a different topic.

"I heard that from one of my amigas. Mrs. Martinez was battered! She's beautiful and silent but she's actually going through something," the other said. She hit the other girl and laughed together as if there was something funny.

"You know, Mrs. Ramirez, too. Her husband's been cheating on her. I saw her earlier, crying alone at the park. So pitiful!"

I cleared my throat to get their attention, and I didn't fail. Their eyes widened when they saw me, then, they smiled forcefully which didn't even reach their eyes.

'Plastic!' I shouted in my mind.

"It's very rude to talk about other's lives behind their backs. Why not talk to them in private?" I emphasized with conviction.

The two of them laughed awkwardly. Their eyes were busy moving and couldn't even stare at my eyes for long. Why are there people who like to get into other people's life? Why are there such people that laugh at others' miseries? Why couldn't they just mind their own business? It's easier that way.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," one of the women apologized and lowered her head. They were humiliated.

I nodded at them and went to find another vacant seat. I chose the one near the stage. I listened to the plans and suggestions of some of my fellow home owners, but after a while, I couldn't help but to glance at everyone, one by one.

Sadness, adversity, pain.

I'm not the only one going through something. Everyone here is, too.

"I'm sorry if I can't be with you all for a long time. I had to go somewhere."

I bid goodbye after, not even waiting for their response. I walked straight to my car that's parked not far. I immediately started the engine and maneuvered towards the direction where I knew I'd only get hurt.

Not too far from the village, I arrived at Dreame Café. I didn't bother to spare a glance at the customers and walked straight to the office near the counter. There, I found who I was looking for, Trina, my husband's mistress.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

My hands balled into a fist while she scrutinized me up and down, a smirk plastered on her face. She shook her head, seemingly not believing what she's seeing.