Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 2

"I want to borrow Atlas tomorrow, we're going somewhere. We have a family gathering and he needs to be there," I replied.L

Trina laughed and clapped her hands in amusement. But I know, behind that was a sarcastic tone with a hint of anger and belittlement.

"I don't know if you're numb or blind, Olive. Atlas doesn't love you but you're still forcing yourself. And now, you want to steal my time? Atlas is mine tomorrow! It's my schedule, so you go there and face the insults and shame!"

Out of all that Trina had said, the last sentence was what caught me. Schedule. We're like children playing tic-tac-toe with fate. Waiting for who gets it first.

I'm the real wife. I'm the one he married, but I'm here begging for time. I'm the one in pain. I'm a psychiatrist but I can't even cure my own pain.

How long could I take all the pain?

How long could I hold on?

How many tears could I still give?

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Silence enveloped between us. I questioned myself, why did I end up coming here? Why am I hoping that she'll agree to my offer?

Who was I kidding? I'm just deceiving myself that she'll pity me because she's also a woman. But I was wrong. I forgot that she was as rotten as potatoes. Her rotten attitude can be smelled already. She was a gold digger bitch and a mistress of the town. I don't even understand why Atlas chose her as his mistress.

"If you have nothing left to say, you can leave," she said with distaste.

'Fuck them!'

Fuck them for hurting me. For treating me like trash and for stealing the only thing that kept me sane. Respect. Because I felt like I've been deprived of that. They stole the little respect that I had for myself.

The things you do for love. You can take all the pain even if the cycle's repetitive. You can suffer. You can even swallow your own ego. A martyr's love. It hurts. . . a lot.

While driving back to South Ridge Village, I can't help but to look around. The wide and elegant clubhouse was at the center of the village, behind it was a big swimming pool for the owners who wanted to unwind.

The village was huge and exclusive for rich and famous people. It had four different streets and each block consisted of two storey glass walled houses. Each screamed luxury and wealth while maintaining the environment more nature-like because of the big trees in front of the houses.

I smiled bitterly at a sudden thought. I remembered our meeting earlier. The fake smiles and laughs. The voices they force to sound firm and normal. Somehow, I felt we were alike. I also have secrets that I don't want everyone to know.

Women could hide their pain for the longest of time. They could always pretend to be strong and happy, that even if they're hurting, they would still smile. That's one quality women had that awed me. Women who hides their pain just like me.

I arrived at my house. I quickly pressed its automatic lock from my car and it opened. What greeted me was a single storey minimalist style house. There's.a small garden at the sides and a not-so-big terrace at the front. All were so peaceful for my eyes. Peaceful and clean. The only scenery that calms me down. There's a veranda surrounded by hanging plants, while beside it was my collection of succulents.

I slumped on my couch after I entered the house. I leaned my back against the backrest and stared at the ceiling. I massaged my temple slightly and closed my eyes. The place was so quiet. Only the wind chimes can be heard.

I stayed at the position for some time before deciding to change my clothes. My house was very simple. There's a small living room connected to a small kitchen, two separate rooms, one guest room and Altas' gym room. I do have a mini liquor room, too. I often drink alone to forget and to numb myself.