Not Mine but His Mate (Completed)

Chapter 7: Close 🐾

    We sat in the back of the limo in silence. After funding out my husband was cheating on me the day before, there really isn't much to say, not from me anyway. Usually women would have a lot to say when they find their spouse cheating, but me, nah. When my suspicions were staring me right in the face I did nothing irrational. I just looked at him in all of his nakedness prepared to touch and apologize to me. I didn't want that, and in that moment I decided I didn't want him. I closed the door and quickly walked out without a peep from me. I didn't come home that night.

That was the day before, so why am I here now? I don't know. Maybe it's because he's still my husband. Maybe it's because I didn't want the world to know yet. Or maybe I did. Hell, I don't f**king know. I literally just showed up in my evening getup seconds before the limo pulled off. I wondered if I looked as tired as I felt.

"Don't get in here and embarrass me," Zaim said to me.

I didn't bother to acknowledge his idiotic request. I do what the f**k I want. He did. So why can't I? Besides, I pulled an all nighter just staring at a wall in a hotel, I didn't have much energy to clown him, let alone speak. So I said nothing.

"Do you hear me, Hazel?" He said louder than before. Knowing him, I bet his face is all bunched up like an angry bird character. But there was no need for me to look at him to find out, I just wanted to be left alone and get this night over with.

"Mister Scott, we have arrived," the driver said and before I knew it, we were on the red carpet.

Here I was, smiling and taking pictures next to a serial cheater. The thought of him touching me again was repelling. To have him actually touch me now made me sick. I would have much rather the limo drive off a bridge so I wouldn't have to pretend that I liked my husband on this long a** red carpet.

Tight lip smile, tight lip smile.
My f**king motto of the night.
I wasn't happy enough to bare a fake smile.

Many people came up to he and I trying to make conversation, but I wasn't in the f**king mood. I wanted to say "back the f**k back," and "back the f**k away from me." But I couldn't bring myself to say anything. While he socialized, I just stood there and looked pretty--the usual role of a wife that has a husband in the industry. We made it to our table without any hiccups and I was thankful for it.

The award ball wasn't the oscars per se, but it was a good accolade to add on your resume if you're an actor/actress, director, producer etcetera. I didn't know how long time rolled by before I realized how zone out I was. I was spaced back out to the room I was in the night before. I mentally wasn't in the room, that's until I heard Zaim's name.

Oh great, he won another f**king award.
F**king talented bastard.

I looked around the room, the standing ovation he received made me wonder how many people actually knew about his infidelities. Surely he has worked with at least half of these people in here. I could only imagine he wasn't too careful all the time while on set and for those same people to smile in my face as if they don't know s**t bothered the hell outta me. Once everything cleared, I looked back on stage to notice Zaim on stage saying his speech as the lead actress stood next to him. Resentment came over my face as I realized she was the one he was f**king the night before.

The nerve.

It sucked to be with someone that has raw and amazing talent but was a serial cheater. The more I thought about it, the more I could guess that the b**ch wasn't the only one and probably wouldn't be the last. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I wouldn't be able to get over this. This was it.