The Next Wife novel Chapter 45

Fred stood there, totally dumbfounded as he stared at the breath-sucking kissing scene of his wife and a stranger that was going on right in front of him.

Fred was broken and extremely furious. He trusted Jayda so much more than this. Look at him being all sad because he had a child with another woman, when his wife was here, busy with kissing a man crazily like her life depended on it. He clenched his fists angrily and a vein popped out of his neck as his chest rose and fell harshly.

How could Jayda do this to him? He was shattered and exasperated to the peak.

Fred's brain jerked awake and reminded him of the fact that taking a picture of the scene could further clarify things if he showed it to her, just if she was going to do something or fool him to not believe what he had just seen.

Fred immediately brought his phone to view and hastily took a picture of the scene then he took a short video.

Fred contemplated on whether or not to walk over to them and do something crazy. At the moment, he was extremely hurt and furious that he felt like rushing over to them and punching the man in the face then yelling his life out at Jayda.

Fred's head had started throbbing harshly and he was hot under the collar. It felt like his brain was going to explode at any second from now.

Fred was about to cross the road to meet Jayda and the man he already tagged as stupid but cars were still moving, it wasn't time for the pedestrians to cross.

Jayda stopped kissing the strange man then she giggled, the sound he'd have found totally adorable and cute if he hadn't just witnessed the scene across him.

The man's hand curled around Jayda's waist then he started to lead her away.

Fred was about to yell her name but his furiousness made him more frustrated.

"Why the fuck will her call her?" he hissed then turned around, storming away to find his car.

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"Hello?" Fred gruffed on answering the phone.

"Hey man, calm down. What's your problem?" Jeremy said from the other end of the line.

"Do you have the information I need?" He knew his tone was rude and unfriendly but he just didn't care.

"Yeah, he just brought the file. Why is it so important?" Jeremy was curious to know what it was that bothered Fred. "I hope you aren't like this because of your son with Mina?" Yeah, Fred had told him all about that.

"No. Nevermind. Just send it down to me as soon as possible, okay?" He literally yelled.

"Will you calm down?" Jeremy was slightly pissed off at his tone. "Peter is bringing it over so better stay fucking calm."

"Sorry about my tone, I'm just so frustrated." He sighed.

"By the way, why didn't you go home last night? Jayda was very worried and she kept on calling me. She also said you haven't been answering her phone calls. And, she said you better call her or come home tonight because she misses you." Jeremy informed him, rolling his eyes at every word.

Fred huffed, already so annoyed at how deceiving she was. Miss me, my foot. He thought then ended the call.

Fred was in a one-storey building of his. He had made sure to not go home last night. Seeing Jayda was sure to make his blood heat and pressure rise and he was going to do something out of him being cantankerous.

Fred went for his punching bag and kept on punching it agressive for about half an hour.

The doorbell suddenly rang, reverberating throughout the entire building that was damn silent.

The doorbell suddenly rang. It was very loud enough for him to hear it clearly so he flinched. Why was anyone here for him? He wondered then struck his feet against the floor and rose up, shambling out of the room.

He scurried down the stairs before opening the door, muttering cuss words as he did so.

"And why the fuck is anyone-" he didn't get to complete his sentence when his eyes travelled down to meet Jayda who stood in akimbo and was tapping her foot incessantly against the floor.

"Do you care to explain?" She said in a deep voice then shoved herself right in before he could do anything like shut the door at her.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked, shutting the door.

Jayda was mad at him. She hated it when he was being so cold towards her.

"What's your problem? Why haven't you been answering my calls or replying to my messages?" She didn't want to yell. There was going to be an explanation for it, she told herself, then steadied her angry breathing.

"Do you care to explain who Roger is?" He was quick to his point, not exactly.

"R–Roger?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "W– what are... you- you talking about?" She stuttered.

Fred shook his head in partial disbelief. He definitely expected her to deny it anyways. He walked over to where he had tossed his phone earlier today. Thankfully, his phone had landed into a bowl of soft flowers so it didn't crack so much.

He walked back to her then pressed his fingers on his phone screen shortly before finding the short video then he pointed the phone's screen to her face.

Jayda's eyes went wide and her jaw fell to the floor.