I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Eighteen~

The first thing next morning I made a decision, to find a decent lawyer for her. I can live with myself with that, and I wouldn't be kicking myself for helping her too much.

So there I was, up at 8 in the morning searching on the web for a decent lawyer. And it was difficult. I had to find one that was decent and fit into my budget. There was no way I was paying $200/hour for this woman.

My stomach was grumbling, begging for some food. Going to the kitchen, I grabbed some eggs, sausages, and a pan.

Maybe I should make a breakfast in bed for Viv. She's been through a lot recently. And her job- her job! I haven't told her boss!

I quickly place the eggs back in the fridge and hurry to the bedroom, unlocking Viv's phone to get her boss' number to call her.

And I know I shouldn't invade her privacy, but a text message pops up right as I'm about to enter the contacts app.

"Hey Vivian! I want to set you up with this wonderful daughter of Marilyn's. Tell me if you want the date! Love you."

Date? Set up? Has Viv not told her parents about me? We've been dating for 2, almost 3, years now. Why wouldn't she want her parents to know that she's dating me? Is she ashamed of me?

Getting back to the task at hand, I ignore the message for now and get a hold of her boss' number.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Vivian? I sure hope you're coming into work today."

Oof. That's bad. Very very bad.

"This is Trisha, her..."

Should I say it? Maybe I should. Yep.

"her girlfriend. I'm here to tell you she missed work for the past few days because she got into a coma after being beat up real bad. The doctor told her to have 2 more days of bed rest before she can head back to work."

"Oh my, I'm sorry. Send her my wishes. I'll see if I can help her when she gets back."

"Thank you."

I hang up and head back to the kitchen, the message still lingering in my mind. I couldn't focus on the cooking, and accidentally cut my finger.

"Shit."

I run it under the tap and hiss at the pain. After I dry it, put some anti-septic, I placed a plaster over it. The message was still preoccupying me, and when I went back to cooking, some hot oil splattered onto my arm.

"Oh damn it!"

Nonetheless, I continued to cook and prepare the breakfast.

Ok, ok. Breakfast is on the table, and Viv is still asleep. I'll eat first and then give her the breakfast in bed.

I finish the breakfast, clean up the kitchen, and headed to the bed with the food in a tray.

"Morning Viv~"

She stretches and rubs her eyes.

"Oh hey."

I place a fold up table on the bed and gently put the food on it, laying the cutlery next to the plate.

"Breakfast in bed huh? Thanks honey."

She leans forward and plants a kiss on my cheek. But I have this temptation to ask her about the message.

"Viv, I have a question to ask you."

"Yeah?"

"I contacted your boss just now, so I used your phone."