I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Six~

Vivian's POV

With only sadness engulfing my heart now, the first place I think of is Jasmine's place. The thing that started this whole argument in the first place.

I knock on the door, my knocks as soft and depressing as ever.

"Jeez?! Who is that? It's 11 at ni-"

She opens the door and sees me, baffled, sadness written all over my face.

"Oh Vivian... I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else."

"It's ok."

"What you doing here?"

I don't want to answer her question and just keep silent.

"Come in Vivian. It's cold out here."

She brings her arm around me and takes me into the apartment, when I realise that I didn't have my phone on me.

Shit. Trisha's gonna think I left her just like that, wanting to cut all communication with her. I mess the best relationship I've ever been in. Should I even tell Jasmine about it?

"Something happened with Trisha?"

I was on her couch, disappointed and annoyed with myself. She hands me a cup of water and sits down next to me.

"If I say this, please don't get mad."

"Ok.."

"Trisha and I had trouble because she's jealous of you. She thinks you're not really my best friend, that it's hard for her to believe that we're just friends."

"Wha...wh..what? I'm not even... bi.... Look, no offence to you, but I'm not interested in women."

"Yes! If you could tell her that, it'd be great."

"I'll see if I can do it tomorrow after work. You wanna crash here?"

"I..."

If I sleep here, it's going to make Trisha think that I really am attracted to Jasmine! But she said we should sleep in different rooms. Damn, I shouldn't have forgotten my phone.

"I think it'll only worsen things if I stayed over. I better get going. Thanks Jasmine. Goodnight."

"Night. Good luck ok?"

I nod and shut her door, leaving her alone. We definitely need to arrange a brunch tomorrow.

Upon arriving home, I don't see her anywhere. Panicking, I immediately head to the bedroom. The sight I saw comforted me and made me feel relieved.

Thank god she's here.

But what she's done makes me think that she had no trouble going to sleep while I was gone. Does she really not care about me? Is she so jealous to the point that she doesn't care that I was gone?

Her words echo in my mind, about how we shouldn't sleep in the same bed or room.

What if she wants for me to sleep next to her? Is she over it?

I decide to sleep outside. I don't want to piss her off anymore by doing what she told me not to do.

The next morning, I was so tired. I had to wake up at 5 am because I needed to be at work by 8 am, and it takes me a boatload of time to get prepared in the morning. And I don't even have to talk about transport.