~Five~

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Trisha's POV

So we're at lunch, and I keep thinking that Vivian and Jasmine is a little too close. It seems like they're more than friends, but I choose to believe otherwise.

But I see them laugh and the way they look at each other, and it seems to hard to believe that they're just friends.

Am I jealous? Kind of. I trust Vivian, but Jasmine is quite good looking if I do say so myself. Definitely not going to hit on her. I swear.

"So, how did you get to know Trisha here?"

Silence befalls us as we stare awkwardly into each other's eyes.

"Uh well, I was... I was Joseph's... mistress."

"Oh... you're the person I saw that day. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Terribly sorry Viv. Sorry Trisha."

"It's ok, you didn't know. And anyway, if you hadn't told me about Joseph cheating on me, I wouldn't have met Trisha."

We smile at each other, but jealousy hides beneath this grin. I trust Vivian. Trust her with everything, everything. I trust her with my life. I don't want to bring anything up. I don't want to ruin my relationship with her.

We continue eating and share life stories until like 9, and the waiters chased us out.

"Well boy were they a little rude."

Vivian chuckles and hugs Jasmine.

"Well I gotta go. Still have to wake up early tomorrow to go to work."

"Let's meet again another time!"

"Of course. Take care Jasmine!"

"Bye."

I wave and we get a cab.

When we get home, Vivian asks me a question I knew was coming. The whole ride home, I looked tense, with jealousy dripping from my face.

"Trisha,"

Here it comes.

"Did you not like Jasmine?"

Oh boy. Don't make this any worse.

"No, I don't not like Jasmine. I just... I can't believe she's just your best friend. She's pretty and charming."

"Pretty and charming? Are you telling me you like her?!"

"No! I'm just saying, it's hard for me to believe you to say that she is just your friend."

"Are you jealous of her or something?"

I take off my jacket and throw it onto the couch, resting my hands on the back of the couch and hanging my head.

Vivian stands behind me, arms crossed, leaning on one leg.

"Well?"

"I...I... yes, yes. I'm jealous of her."

I avoid as much contact as possible, swinging my head left and right, rubbing my arms.

"Trisha, she's just a friend, ok? No one could be as attractive, kind, giving, and so many other things I can't describe, as you. No one can ever pry me away from you."

For some reason, my heart and mind chose not to believe her.

"I'm going to bed."

"Trisha!..."

"And I think it's best we don't sleep in the same bed or even room tonight."

"What?..."

I don't answer her and head straight to our room. Slamming the door shut, I lock it tight and start to break down.

I don't know why I acted like that in front of her. I don't want to break up with her. I don't. 

Shit! She's gonna fucking break up with me. No, I don't want her to do that. I need to go back out and tell her I'm sorry.

I run out, only to see her gone. I didn't even hear her.

Crap! Where did she go?

The first thing I think of, was her going to Jasmine's place. But I don't know where that is.

Sighing, I have no idea what to do. I don't know where Jasmine lives, and I don't know where to find her.

Then, it hit me, her phone. I could call her and tell her I'm sorry.

Hastily, I pick my phone up and dial her number as quickly as I can.

"Pick up.... pick up!"

It rings for ages and ages, until I realise that her phone was right next to me the whole time. Picking it up, my hands shake as I realise what I have done.

I lose my grip on my phone, and it drops to the floor.

"What have I done?..."

I just drove the woman of my dreams out of the house, out of my arms, out of my sight.

(sorry for the short chapter, i was too tired to continue 😓)
(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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