Aren't Yours ( Completed )

B3: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Stained

"You've been cheating on me, James!" I shouted as my tears cascaded on my face. We were in his office and the piled up papers were on his table. His face were stressed but I noticed the red stain on his white collar. My heart ached from all the broken promises and trusts.

"What are you doing here, Inday?" He tries hold my hand but I removed it. His eyes were tired and despite everything I still admired his long eyelashes, thick eyebrows and red lips.

"This is so hard for me, James!" I breakdown in front of my husband. I tried not doubt him. But I'm not stupid. I know what are those red stains, his late night calls and sometimes his so called overtime. I tried to understand, I tried not to be paranoid and crazy wife. But my mother caught him once in some nearby hotel with a girl. Of course, I tried not to believe all of these bullshit. But when all the girl's instinct pointing at all once. It is hard to deny the brutal truth.

He hugged me and softly caressed my back.

"Don't believe in those rumors, honey. Please." He whispered softly. Maybe I am fool to believe that we could get some sort of happy ending. But even the greatest love story of all time can get scratches too. And those scratches sometimes ruined entirely the relationship.

"I'm not blind, Inday! I saw them in front of my eyes! James with that slut! I told you to keep your eyes on your husband." My mother raised a havoc inside her mansion. I don't know where to believe. I couldn't even trust my mother's accusation because I trust my husband so much.

"Mom...maybe it was just his employee? He will not cheated on me after all these years we've been through." I tried to fool myself. Maybe we could work out for it. Sa dami naming pinagdaanan, ngayon pa ba ako susuko? Ngano pa ba ako bibigay? Hindi! Ipaglalaban ko kung ano ang saakin.

"So are you the wife?" My blood boils when once I encounter his mistress. I went to her condo and forcely open her door for me. I gawked her from head to foot. She's nothing but a social climber twat. She's white as paper and thin as stick. Her hair were dyed golden blonde and she's not even as beautiful as my nails.

She standing there crossed arm as if she's the basic bitch of all time. I walked inside her stinky condo and observed all the fake things putting up together. From the fake gucci and chanel bags that hanged on her walls to the fake person in front of me.

"You are the slut of my husband." I said with authority not even asking her a question. She smirked as she's proud.

"And so what?" She smiled as if she won. I stepped closer to her and slapped her real hard. Tumabingi ang ulo nya at sa hindi pa nakakabawi. Sinampal ko ulit sya ng malakas. This is my last straw of my sanity.

"I'll make sure you pay for it." I spit her and leave her with bruised on her faces.

After I closed the doors my tears fell. I quickly wiped my face and walked confidently. I held it for our family but I fight for my daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him.