Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

|CH11|

It nears 6:40pm, me and Emma both sit in the car patiently as we're driven to a banquet that's been hosted by close friends of ours the Barclay's. This being one of their yearly parties they'd throw, inviting a lot of well known and respected politicians and their wives. Usually I'd hate attending these things but today I'm actually glad to. My father always told me never to miss being in places elegant people reside because there was a point and time where he had to fight his way into those spaces.

Yet all it seems like is a bunch of rich folks coming together to brag on how successful their lives are going. I consider myself a humble individual so I have to force myself to talk about me and Emma all night long.

Tonight is different though.

I'd brag, accept every drink, accept any entrée, and relish in atmosphere rather than rush home.

Since we'd kissed I avoid home more than the usual. And it hurts because everytime I see her I want to kiss her again, until the guilt kicks in. I feel so guilty that she's living at my home, as some guest, my wife though nice to her staring at her in pity, not knowing the truth. Then that Nurse. Always lingering around her, checking on whenever she needs it, tending to her needs, complimenting her. And the way her face brightens up when he does it?

Let's just say I need this short vacation.

"You look gorgeous babe," I compliment allowing my eyes to roam her. "And that dress." I take my bottom lip into my mouth.

Emma's always been a traditional woman, wearing pantsuits or extra long dresses, no design, no shoulders showing, no cleavage. Even her wedding dress was a with sleeves, mermaid style, and no lace in sight. I never tried to change her or introduce her to anything different because I knew the women I married. Plus my father always told me a woman like that would do good for my career and brand if I one day decided to move my way up higher than a Senator.

So it's shocking to see her wearing a blue dress, a moonlight blue, silk material, off the shoulder drapes, and her breasts slightly showing.

Her cheeks tint pink a little and she shyly glances away. "Keshay helped me pick it out, we ordered it together. She has amazing style." She compliments kindly.

I nod my head a frown forming on my lips. "Yes she does," I agree. "Keshay huh...are you sure that's what you truly wanted though babe? I don't want you changing yourself because of something she suggested. You're fine the way you are-"

"I know. What you don't like it?" Insecurity fills her eyes and her smile disappears. "I figured it was time for a change. And thought you would be happy about it."

A change.

A change.

Change.

It seems like lately everything has been changing. My whole world has gotten turned upside down and I have no one to blame but myself. I was content with hotel rooms and stepping out of my own life to experience something truly euphoric and beautiful. But in an instant, within a snap of a finger the beauty had turned into something horrific. Yes I've always considered Keshay a woman with genuine feelings that matter but I also knew that she'd never truly leave at least not now. It'd gone from our own secret world of love to her living in my home being taken care of by a Nurse and helping Emma pick out dresses. Keshay's life could practically be ruined because of what happened to her. Brian abused her physically and left scars mentally that I'm not even sure how to fix. I never thought of the fact that my life could have repercussions in mine and others future. I'm not a real man. I was wrong the moment I stepped out on my marriage and I was even more wrong when I wanted Keshay to stay with us. I've chosen myself and my own feelings time after time again.