Destroyed Wife

Fourteen

Fourteen

Chantel

Dave stayed the next day but then left on the third day. He said he need to meet with some people for the resort he's planning to build. Dave owns a bunch of hotel and resort in different country. He also has condominium buildings and commercial buildings in U.S..

It's been a whole day since Dave left and yesterday, I received a text message from Dame that his coming back today. I  can't say that I am excited as much as I am a few days ago. Maybe it's because of Dave or maybe because of our argument or maybe because he forgot about our anniversary or maybe I don't know. I sighed. I don't know what to feel now. Anger? I can't stay mad at him, I don't know why. Excitement?  Definitely no... Maybe a little. Anxious? I don't know, but I have a gut feeling that something bad might happen. I shook my head and shoved the feeling deep inside my body. To clear my mind, I made myself busy. I cleaned and arranged our room and the guest room where Dave stayed because only those room were touched. I cooked dish after dish and baked desserts.

By the time I took the brownies out of the oven, I heard the gate open. I placed the brownies on the table with all the other dishes I prepared. I scanned the table with my eyes,  one would think that there's a party or a get together with the amount of food I prepared. But I didn't noticed it until now, my hands just worked like they have their own mind.

I was snapped out to reality when the door banged loudly. With calm appearance, I walked to where the sound came, in the front door of the house.

There I found my husband dressed in a three piece suit, his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, his hair is messy and his face is ...blank. My smile faltered but put it back. I walked to him calmly.

"Welcome home hon." I welcomed him with a hug and peck his cheek. He looked at me blankly which pained my heart.

"I'm tired." He shoved me aside, pushing me to the side non too gently.

"I prepared food for you. You must be hungry." He thrusts his duffel bag in my hand.

"I'm tired and I want to sleep. My head is pounding and with your noisy mouth it made it worse." I was left there standing staring at his retreating back.

I carried his bag and suitcase up the stairs and to our room. He is splayed in his stomach on the bed. He took off his coat but the other stayed on his body. I brought the bag and suitcase in the closet and left it there. I went back to the bed and took off his shoes and socks. I undressed him to his undershirt and boxers. I laid him comfortably on the bed and put the comforter up to his waist. I adjusted the air conditioner and went back to the closet to put his things away.

I went back to the dining room and placed the food on the fridge and food warmer. I cleaned the utensils that I used and wiped the area clean. When I'm done I went upstairs to find my husband still past asleep.

I laid by his side gently. Careful not to wake him up and stared at his sleeping face. He looks peaceful when he sleeps,  no frowns present on his face. His even breathe and cute almost to silent snores filled the room. As I stared at him I noticed how he age these past few years. The five o'clock shadow up to his eyes and eyebrows. He's not the cute handsome guy that I met ten years ago but a handsome man that matured through the years. He's not the happy-go-lucky guy anymore but a responsible grown man.

I drifted to sleep consumed in my thoughts.

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"I've been gone for a few weeks and you've turned into a slut?!" he spat the words into my face. His voiced laced with venom and promised death. He face is beyond angry, he's furious.

I gasped at his words. I felt an excruciating pain in my heart. It's like he stabbed my heart with a knife and he did it grinning. I can't believe he called me that.

"What did you say?" I said it unbelievably.    I dragged the words out of my mouth slowly. Making sure his words sank in my mind.

He sneered. "Don't play innocent. I know you're anything but that. Here all I thought you're sad and alone, huh you even cried for me to come back home. You're a great actress eh? You made me believe in all your acts!! You are a slut! A whore!!". A sound of skin hitting a skin erupted. My hand is stinging and his cheek is red. His face filled more with rage.

"You don't believe me?" He threw a brown envelope in front of me and strode out of the room. With a trembling hands, I reached out the envelope. What I saw inside made my heart drop and tears well in my eyes. No. No it's not true. It's not true. That's not me.

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Author's Note:

I was back reading then I noticed that in some chapters I called Dave in his second name which is Louie. So if you're confused, Dave and Louie are the same. I'll use Dave now, and it sounds like a twin name,  Dame and Dave.

And for the ages, the twins are two years older than Chantel, she's 26 and they're 28.

That's all. Thank you for reading.

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