Salivating After You

A mistress

She heard the main door open and she hurried downstairs with her silk night gown. She had prepared something special for her husband. They have not been on good times nearly six months now. He gets home really late and leaves very early in the morning. She could not even remember the last time they talked let alone touch each other. Stepping off the last stair that was facing the front door, her smile dropped instantly. On his arm was a brunette. She was skinny, like her. Her dress was too short that if she were to bend then her ass would be hanging for the world to see... or touch. She looked at his hand that was securely placed on her waist to stop her from falling over. She could barely stand straight from how high her heels were. She trailed her head up to his face and his hair was everywhere. His jacket was not on him and his first two button were undone. And by the smudged lipstick on her lips, it does not take a scientist to tell what they were doing before they got in the house. "The food is on the table," she spoke quietly as she held his gaze. It felt like he was daring her but she did not know to do what. He turned around and guided the girl to the table. She would always serve him the food regardless of whether it was already on the table or not, whether they were fighting or in good terms but today he did not wait for her to do so. Perhaps he knew that he did not deserve that much, at least not today. She watched as he served himself a plate and proceeded to serve one for the woman. She scoffed as she yet watched him sit down. When the woman picked up the folk to go dig in, she snatched away the plate from in-front her. She poured it on the floor beside her and put the empty plate back on the table. "I made the food for my husband not a stranger," she spoke. "Jacob!" she called out and a suited man showed up at the entrance of the dining room, "would you please be a dear and go buy our guest some food. Whatever it is you think would be delicious would do." She finished and as the man was walking away, she felt a sharp pain on her cheek as her head turned to the right. She turned to look up at her husband who had a serious stone cold face on. He had slapped her.  "You are not going to disrespect me in-front of my company," he seethed. She couldn't help but smile. She did not realize that it was this bad. That their relationship was so far gone that she was the only one holding on to it. She took his plate that he had already taken a bite from and poured the content on his face. "That is disrespect Malik!" She hissed and turned around to leave but he grabbed her arm. "Oh no! Me and you are done. The only thing that is left is signing the divorce paper because best believe, I am no longer your wife," she spoke sternly as she snatched her hand away from him. "Don't you ever touch me again." He looked taken aback. In the ten years that they were together, she had never, ever raised her voice at him. Not even when she was visibly angry. He watched as she walked away. She went up to their room and laid down. She knew that he was sleeping around. Given his status, nothing passed the paparazzi. Everyday was a different flavor, different nationality even skin tone but she never thought that he would actually bring someone home. It was sad really. It was well known that he is a married man but you could not even find one picture of them together on the internet. Not even if you paid for it. It's like she did not exist and yet, whenever he is talked about, the faceless wife is always labeled the understanding wife. The one that turns a blind eye because her husband has money. One article said that she must be a very smart woman, as long as her bank account is full and everything else in her life is paid for then she gladly turns a blind eye. She was taught honor, devotion and respect towards her husband but as she lays there, she wondered where was the reciprocation of the same things that she made them her duty to fulfill. She was no longer in love with him, that much is was very clear to her but she had a lot of love for him. The one that she does not think that will ever go away. She never thought in her life she would be where she was. The promises they made with each other, and best believe, she was there through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, for poor or for rich but as the thick thickened during the rich, so did her husband's ego. He changed very slowly. He began to apologies constantly and his temper gradually began to shorten as time went by. He did not want to be questioned. Whatever it is that he said was the way otherwise, the highway it was. Over time she grew quiet. She was the understanding wife. She realized that money can sometime bring out the worse out of people and so she waited for her husband to come back to her but when she saw the very first pictures of him kissing another woman. Her skin crawled when he came home and tried to kiss her and that was the beginning of the downfall. She is many things, but a pushover she was not. As much as she loved the man that she swore that only death would bring them apart, she did not want him to be the reason why she died. As she lay there, thinking back to her life; she was glad that they did not share children together.