I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Nine~

The winds were cold and harsh, my eyes were all dried up, my throat raspy from yelling out.

"Please Trisha, just give me another-"

"No! My mind is made up, now please just leave."

I fall onto my knees and tug her pants, begging her to forgive me.

Her hands shove me down, and I stand up, getting the message. No words can express my feelings. This is worse than when I divorced Joseph. This time I was the one who cheated. I was the one who hurt the other.

I have no excuse. And I understand why she can't find it in her heart to forgive me.

In less than 15 minutes, I had left the house, the door slamming hard behind me.

All purpose in my life fades. I can feel my life slipping through my fingers, liquidating as I speak. I wonder down the sidewalk with a haversack and a luggage bag dragging behind me.

Where am I supposed to go? Jasmine's?

I shake my head.

Trisha'll-

I'm not with Trisha anymore. I can go to Jasmine without worrying she'll get jealous.

"Jasmine?"

"What's wrong Viv?"

"T....Trisha... b-broke up with me."

"What? Oh no- Do you need someplace to stay?"

"Yes..."

My answer was shaky, and I wasn't about to break down in front of a bunch of random strangers.

"You want me to pick you up?"

"Yes... I'm s-sorry.."

"Nonsense. It's ok. I'll be at your location in 5."

I give her the street address and settle down on a step nearby, curling up into a ball and softly sobbing while people stared and just walked by.

The worst has come to past. The love of my life has broken up with me. All because I got drunk. All because of my job. A job that I rather lose as compared to Trisha.

I want her back. I need her back. Please someone, help me. I need this woman back in my life.

Not too long later, I see a black sedan pull up in front of me and I see Jasmine rushing towards me, picking up my bag at once and grabbing my arm, forcefully pulling me towards the car as if she was kidnapping me.

"J-Jasmine?.."

I was sobbing, my eyes red.

"It's ok. I'll bring you back to my house, warm you up real nice and talk or not."

I smile and get in her car, and she was nice enough to let me pick the music.

"I don't want to. I don't want to listen to music. I just think that... that any... love songs would make me..."

"Ok. I understand. We'll drive in silence."

Her tone was soft and nice. And sometimes I wonder whether she was really not interested in women. Sometimes I wish I could be with her. Falling in love with your best friend, isn't that the best way to have a healthy relationship?

I nod off and lean against the car window, before I knew it, we were already there.

"Viv? Viv get up, we're here."

She smiles and my eyes open, adjusting to the streetlamp light. Slowly, she helps me out with all the bags and gets me out of the car.

The rest of the night, I don't remember. I assume I must've fallen asleep and Jasmine put me in her bed.

"Ok, I forgive you. But you have to promise that you'll never do it again."

"You're the best woman anyone could ask for. Why would I screw it up on purpose? I swear it was an accident. I got drunk."

"I know. It's ok. I'm over it. Let's just go to bed and forget about it ok?"

"Ok."

The next morning, the sunlight hits my face like a bullet and I immediately wake up.

"Trisha!-"

I sit up and turn, met with only an empty bed.

Slouching back down, I crawl underneath the covers and try to go back to sleep.

"Vivian, is everything ok? I heard you shout Trisha's name."

For a moment I open a little crack in the sheets and see that it's Jasmine.

"It's....it's nothing."

"I got us some breakfast. Wanna eat?"

"No... I don't feel like eating right now."

"Take your time. I'll be here for you. Come out of bed whenever you please. I'll be home all day."

"Don't you have work?"

"I called in sick. I can't just leave you like this."

I was so touched by her kindness, and I definitely do not deserve this kind of treatment now.

Trisha's POV

The house is now so empty. I never realised how much space Vivian's items took up.

No. Do not feel sorry for her. You did the right thing. You were protecting yourself. She's not worth your time.

But then, a wave of guilt hit me. I wasn't in a position to dump her. She got cheated on back when she was still with Joseph. And I have to admit, she was drunk.

But I can't forgive her. Even if she was drunk, she lied to me, told me that she had to work.

But she wanted to go to this party, socialise and get more well known, to be able to advance in her job, for us.

All my thoughts were contradicting each other. I wanted to get back at her, sleep with someone else. We're already broken up aren't we?

But then again, I don't want to break her heart. If anything, I want her back. Back in my life.

I need a drink. I'm going to a bar.

I stopped myself.

I'll be better off buying a couple of drinks from the liquor store.

It took me 5 minutes to get there and back. Soon, I was downing whiskey and vodka like there was no tomorrow. I didn't even use shot glasses, just drank straight from the bottle.

Not too long later, I got super drunk and passed out on the couch, both bottles of whiskey and vodka empty and on the floor.

The next morning, I wondered where Vivian was. I didn't want a break up. I didn't. And yet I pushed for one.

That was the least of my worries. My head was killing me. I pounded too much last night.

"God...."

I rubbed my head and obviously it didn't help. Walking as quickly and steadily as I could, I stumbled to the kitchen to grab some painkillers and downed them with a swig of water.

Without Vivian, I feel as if half if me is gone, missing, never to be returned to me.

Damnit, I need to get her back.

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