Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

|CH20|

•Jaziel Mithen•
"Jaz"

I sight deeply as I lay my head down in my hands sitting at the island in my kitchen. "Honey," Emma calls out to which I fight the urge to groan. "Are you okay? Do you want some coffee?"

I look up at my wife forcing a small smile on my face. "Yes. Thank you baby." Truth is I haven't been happy. This pregnancy wasn't what I expected it to be. With each moment I find myself growing more and more frustrated. Within months, five to be exact since that night we'd gone from arguing and screaming at eachother to her being loving and attentive to my every need. I was angry when she shut me out, angry when she yelled, and yet still angry when she kissed me and would tell me she loves me. Upset during the bad times and even more upset during the good. Because I just can't possible forget the bad times. I'd waited day after day for Keshay to give an article to the nearest journalist but she didn't. And that only made me feel even more shitty. Part of me craving the attention that would be her speaking or uttering so much as my name. But the silence? The silence is the most hateful thing of all.

Has she moved on?

I feel like I'm cheating even though I haven't seen her. Thoughts occupy my mind and all I think is of her. Either I'm blaming myself for the way I hurt her, blaming myself for the wait I hurt Emma, and furious that I'm not paying for it.

I thought I would always be happy that my wife is pregnant. But I realized very early that I was only happy because I knew that meant she couldn't leave.

At times I find myself wondering if things would've worked out better if she would have.

I don't realize how deep into thought I am until a cup is sat down in front of me of coffee exactly how I like it. I glance down at it thanking her lowly before getting it. "You've seemed stressed lately," she rubs my back and I close my eyes trying to enjoy it the way I used to. "Maybe you need a vacation."

"No." I reply back a little too suddenly. "Everything is fine I don't need one." My voice is slightly hostile and I regret it as soon as I see her excited face drop. "I'm sorry," I apologize. "We can plan one as soon as everything here settles."

She just nods her head slowly and the sound of her phone ringing luckily interrupts us. I watch as she excuses herself before stepping out into the other room. Minutes pass before I begin to wonder who she's on the phone with. And I sneakily step towards the door to listen. "What do you mean not there? Well you need to find what you lost and handle it." I never heard her sound so angry and serious except for the not I revealed the affair. I brush it off as perhaps a conversation with her father about something she wanted for the baby.

I await her next words and just as I'm sure she'll say them the doorbell rings. As I step away moments later my new head of security Aaron steps in with Eliza right behind him.

I instantly step in front of them. "What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again-"

"Well this shit is important," as if on cue Emma steps out from the next room at the same time. I give Aaron a nod dismissing him so we could all have privacy to listen to what he has to say. "It's about Keshay."

"Keshay?" Emma scoffs. "Since when is she important in our lives?" She questions walking over to a seat at the island she climbs into it rubbing her belly once seated. "We don't want nor need to hear that name ever again."