I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Seven~

The clock's nearing 4. I need to make a decision soon.

Should I lie?

I look around, deciding to flip a coin to decide my fate.

Here goes nothing. Heads, I go home. Tails, I go to the party.

It flips, and it seemed that time slowed to a crawl as the coin stayed in the air for what felt like eternity. And finally, it falls into my hand. Closing it tightly, I open my eyes and my hand.

Deep breath in and out.

It was tails.

Ok, tails it is. That means I have to lie to Trisha....

That part made me feel bad, really bad. Lying to her is something I promised to myself I would never do.

This is for my job.

That was a horrible excuse, but I wanted to make myself feel better about this inexcusable 'betrayal' of the woman I love. I hope I don't break her heart.

I already contacted Jasmine this morning, saying that Trisha has forgiven me. Now, I need to call Trisha and tell her I won't be coming home.

"Trish?"

"Hey girlfriend! Can't wait to see you later. I got you some gifts to say I'm sorry."

Her words make me reconsider my choice. But my mind is made up. I'm doing this so that the both of us can live comfortably.

"Listen... I'm sorry Trish. I have to work late tonight."

"On your first day? That's a little bizarre Viv."

"I know, but I need to do this. Sorry Trish. Very sorry. I'll make it up to you ok?"

"Of course. Your work is important. Good luck!"

"See you."

I hang up, my heart heavy with regret. But I have no choice but to go to the party. I can't do anything else, she could see me outside and assume that I lied to her just to get away from her.

I see Alice walking past and I grab her arm.

"I'm coming to the party."

"Great! I'll text you the details now."

I smile sadly and nod, my phone rings. She puts her phone in her pocket, walking off.

The tour just now was brilliant. The pantry, restaurants on the first floor, everything was excellent. The facilities were top notch.

8 pm

"Vivian! Over here!"

The house was jam packed, filled to the brim with people. Some of whom I saw just now.

I see a hand sticking out amongst the masses, and I assume that's Alice's. Squeezing my way through the sea of people, I finally get there, nearly stumbling and crashing into her.

"Oh! Chris. Thanks for the tour just now. It really familiarised the surroundings to me."

"No problem. It was fun to be a tour guide."

I stop for a moment to realise how good Chris looked.

The white collared shirt that over lapped his blue t-shirt outlined his biceps. Not too overwhelming, but not too pathetic.

He was wearing khaki shorts, exposing his calves. They were so perfect. I bet he's a runner, just like Trisha-

Oh shit. Here I am, checking this guy out, whereas my girlfriend, who is probably at home, is most likely heart broken that her girlfriend has betrayed her, telling her that I had to work late, when in truth I'm at this party, checking someone else out.

I've got to get out of here.

As I turn away while Alice was distracted, she grabs my shoulder and pulls me back.

"Where you going? The party just started!"

"I really got to get home-"

"Here, get some drinks!"

Chris hands me what I assume is cherry vodka.

"C'mon, it's a party!"

Succumbing to peer pressure, I decide to down the drink in one swig and slam it down on a cupboard nearby. My tolerance for alcohol isn't high, so I already started to feel woozy.

Dancing to the music, laughing really hard at lame jokes. Everything was a blur. And the worse part, I had forgotten about Trisha. I bet she was waiting for me to come home.

The next morning, I had the shock of my life.

I was naked, butt naked in a stranger's bed.

Trisha's POV

Where is she? I'm worried.

I could call Jasmine, maybe she knows where Vivian is.

Do I have her number?

Damn it. What am I supposed to do now? Don't tell me she's been kidnapped or something.

The dinner I had prepared for her was stowed away in the fridge. The gift was in my hand, the wrapping paper a little crumpled.

She's gonna be late for work if she doesn't come home soon. And it won't look good.

Anxious, I tap my fingers on my knees and bite my lip. I keep my eyes on the door.

Walk through the door. Walk through the door. C'mon, walk through the door!

Now, I was contemplating whether I should alert authorities.

And that's when I get a phone call from Vivian.

"Vivian?"

"Trisha."

"Where the fuck are you?!"

"I... I uh..."

That stuttering is worrying.

(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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