*Monica's P.O.V.*
"I should just be happy and not worry about the situations my husband involves himself in, especially sexual ones?" I asked Bianca on the other line of the phone when I shortly called her back after her hanging up
"No, no, that's not what I said and that's your fiancé. I said if you're truly happy with him stop looking for shit and just be married and careless because you're going to get your feelings hurt even more if you continue to be in that grown ass man business." She said and I shook my head in confusion
"How is that different!" I asked her frustrated
"Sometimes ignorance is a bliss in a marriage. Just enjoy being married, and he'll enjoy his life as well." She said
"Just with someone else." I said finishing her sentence
"Again your words not mine." She said in defense
"This is not how I wanted the start of my marriage. Infelicity." I said in disbelief and Bianca scuffs
"What did you honestly you think was going to happen? You cheated on him for half of your relationship with his best friend and one night of drunken passion and a pregnancy miscarriage he asks you to marry him. If you're asking I call it indulgence, which is something Blu have issues with." She told me. If I wasn't in disbelief before I'm definitely am now, and a little offended
"I guess you right." I said
"I'm sorry what! I'm right? Really? I didn't know" she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and sighed
"Okay, I see what you're getting at. I guess I knew he was acting impulsive too but I was so in my head about marriage I was in denial." I said
"And that's all I'm saying." She said and then hangs up the phone again. I sighed and took the gulp of my glass wine, this was my third glass of wine today. Yesterday I had five glasses, let's see if I could break yesterday's record
*Blu Jay's P.O.V.*
I woke up to the natural southern eastern sunlight that filled the hotel suite. I looked over to my right and watched as Amelia slept comfortable between the thousands of thread counted cotton sheets. Her hair pulled up in a bed mess bun and lips slightly parted as she exhales in her slumber
Since we've flew in we've been in our suite getting to know each other. I've learned that she likes dogs, dislikes cats she loves to hike, she doesn't eat peanuts or watermelon, her favorite drink is a cosmopolitan her favorite color is iridescent and she loves Xcaspe. There's much more I'll like to know. What makes her heart race? where's her g-spot? What makes her tick? So much to learn, but there's Monica too.
Who doesn't like to fly, or drive for long periods of time, she hates nature, she likes hotels and spas, loves her family and appreciates art. Eats everything under the sun and sucks dick like it's a Olympic sport. Who've I've been involved with for a while and is almost committed to making her my bride. But will I? Am I emotionally invested into Amelia to just give up on the progress the Monica and I have made.
I did just fly her away with me spontaneously with the fact that my soon to be bride already knows about this alleged affair. I've only so far as kissed and felt her up a little but I haven't made love to her, because I know she dying for me too. I want her wanting more for a little longer. Right now this is about getting to know each other without bad distractions
Like Monica, who has been calling and texting non stop, it's only a matter of time before she finds out who exactly Amelia is, she's an inter at my company and I'm her boss. Monica could be sour about this and use her emotions to get her way or she could act oblivious and carry on as my wife, but that wouldn't work out too much for Amelia, according to her she wants me to herself and possibly want title Monica owns now.
For now...
Whatever, this is my decision and I have every right to be in that decision
*Monica's P.O.V.*
"Okay, Ms.Maxwell. Your blood work came back from Lab along with your urine work and it turns out that you're not pregnant. But you are fertile, so it shouldn't take long to reproduce" my gynecologist said to me as he looked through my paperwork on the handheld tablet
"This was supposed to be that. I took my ovulation test three weeks ago and it said I was good to go—this is the third time this year that I've tried to get pregnant. Are you sure I'm good candidate?" I asked her, he puts down the tablet and opens one of the cabinets and retrieved two pamphlets and handed them to me
One was information on surrogacy and another on low sperm count.
"I don't want to assume but you should have your partner get checked out if you think it's something else. I could run more test and we can make sure that you are fertile on your own. It's up to you, Ms. Maxwell." He said to me as I looked blankly at the two pamphlets
"Okay. Run the tests." I said to him and he nodded and the nurses came in and started to guide me to the next step.
Three hours after being a lab rat at the doctors office I called my mother in law for lunch at the family's country club. It's evident that I don't have much of a friend group with anyone outside my fiancé's family, even though he is cheating on me the reason being is that bitches don't like me. I don't have a career or goals to be independent or do anything in life but be a rich housewife.
Minus the cooking and cleaning, that's what I would have maids and chefs for, it's the fact that I'm honest about that it's a problem for other women.
Yes I have education and degrees under my belt but why should I have do anything extra like work for the lifestyle that I want when I could just marry someone just as fortunate. I respect the people that work from the ground up like my fiancé, because I could never.
There are others who do the same thing that I do but are less upfront about like social media influencers, like what the fuck type of profession is that?!
Does that come with dental, healthcare and vision? Oh no, but bitches are getting thousands of dollars a post and clout, same with these regular people starting they only fans, they aren't professional pornstars but they living life like them.
Don't even get me start on those hoes that get pregnant by rappers and athletes, they living solely on child support. So I'm a wench because I say loud and proudly that I don't want to work? But what are they?
"Monica, darling..." Veronica greets me as she comes to the table
"Good afternoon, Ms.Veronica. It's very good to see you, thank you for meeting me on short notice I know that you're busy." I said as we sat down and got settled. Our waitress greeted us
"Bonjour Mme Veronica et invitée, comment puis-je être utile?" She said in her elegant French accent
"Hello, Azjané! We'll just have two Cobb salads and your bottle of 84'. Bring ice, thank you!" Veronica said to our waitress she excused herself to proceed with our order
"Now, no need to worry about the venue for the wedding or the catering. We will have it here in the ballroom, now tell me that you have settled on the Oscar de la Renta or Pallas Couture, I have a friend who designed with Reem Acra, her name is Loria Lulbua and she is a god sent—" she started but I needed to discuss something a bit more personal
"Veronica why do we go on knowing that he probably never leave this girl alone..."
"Monica you mustn't speak of such things, it's inappropriate. And tacky if not anything more. I understand you're hurting but he didn't call off the engagement and neither did you."
"Should I?"
"Your asking?"
"I don't know. I'm confused, we haven't spoken in three days. We haven't made love in almost two weeks. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place." I explained to her
"Do you want to be married to Blu?" She asked me
"Yes. I love him." I told her
"Then go get him." She said
If I were going to continue on with this wedding with Blu I need more information on his mistress. What's her name? What do she look like? How old is she? What does she have that I don't?
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