CHAPTER 7 His Mistress, His True Lover

"You wanted to be happy in someone else's arms, but why do you always end up in my arms when things get rough, huh? Aren't you a little selfish, Johann Petersen?"

Kendra's POV

All the pain from yesterday's discussion struck my heart even more. Now reality struck me hard, that he disregarded my feelings and my whole being.

Jones was planning to console me, but I asked him to leave.

I sat and stared at the cake, the flowers, and the jewelry box.

I opened the jewelry box and saw the virgin rainbow opal jewelry set we both saw in an auction.

He delivered his promise that he would buy those for me, "You were indeed a great husband," I sighed in dismay.

"But your tricks only work if it's an act of love. However, you already have someone else in your heart."

Then I grabbed the cake and dug into its embryo despite knowing the consequence. After all, this whole cake is like poisonous food for me, but because of too much frustration, I devoured it all.

A continuous vibration just above my head woke me up. I saw my phone kept on dancing just above my head here on the couch.

I must have fallen asleep when Jones left.

Then, a slight sting on my cheeks and lips was felt. I felt my throat swollen up and I was having difficulty breathing. Occasionally, it happens as my allergic reaction, "To what? I never ate some e–"

I was currently debating myself when the remnants of cake on the table beheld my eyes.

I washed my face with my palm, Oh god! It's the cake!

Then, another vibration began, and another call came, it was from my husband, Johann.

I cleared my throat before I answered, "H-hello?"

I stood up and went to the kitchen sink. I muted my microphone and put him on loudspeaker. Then I washed my face with water to lessen the swell, while my husband was speaking,

"Did you like my gift? I want you to wear it as much as you like," he said with an authoritative voice.

I closed the faucet, checked my face once more, then answered him, "Uh, of course, it's beautiful," I shortly responded.

"Good. Well, I called to let you know I won't be home tonight. Don't wait up," he coldly announced.

Another disappointment layered up. But it wasn't as hurtful as before. Since we will be having our divorce. But tonight, we were supposed to have a post-celebration, but I just let him have his way.

What else could have hurt me other than him asking for a divorce? Well, that's what I thought. But the next lines shattered my heart to pieces.

In a split second of silence, I heard a hint of a woman's voice. Surely, I know who it is.

The gentle yet sultry voice exclaimed, "Babe, did you tell her? You promised me, didn't you? You see, I had all the candlelight set for the two of us."

My heart shrank. I was baffled that I couldn't even bring myself to even confront them.

I am the wife, but my husband is going to spend time with his mistress–who am I kidding–his true lover at our supposed anniversary celebration tonight.

I don't know if he knew I heard her, but all I could respond to was, "Okay, enjoy and have fun tonight."

Then I hang up and yet again drown myself in my tears.

Is being pregnant really like this? Does it magnify everything you feel? Does it make you hurt a thousand times more?

I hate being emotional, but since I got pregnant, I became sentimental.

I crawled into bed inside the bedroom. I was not drunk but I felt intoxicated.

I glanced over at Johann's side of the bed and found it empty. Therefore, the more I felt alone.

"I miss you, Mama. I wish you were here, so you could tell me what I should do."

"How could I protect my little peanut?"

That night, reality bombarded me with the truth, that his original lover is back. Sandra is back.

At that moment, I was reminded that I never actually won Johann's heart, not once, not ever. Right from the very start, it was Sandra all along.

He had married me, but it was nothing but a filial duty, something I forgot over time.

I continued relinquishing my rights as his wife, now that we were on our way to separation. So I let my mind imagine what they could have been doing right this very moment.

Until my eyelids started drooping as if they had their mind. I laid down and rested from too much exhaustion and the effect of the antihistamine.

Thanks to the antihistamine I had a powerful nap to regain my strength. I was enjoying soaking in the bathtub when I heard the phone ringing. I stopped and wondered since I couldn't think of anyone who would call me at this hour, well except for my husband.

Something told me that something had probably gone wrong, so I hurriedly got out of the bathtub, dried myself then checked my phone that was vibrating on the bed.

When I got close enough, I saw my husband's name on the screen, "It is really him."

So I answered with a shaky voice, "Y-yes?"

But I frowned when I heard another voice come in, "Thank goodness you are still awake!"

"You are?" I sarcastically questioned the man on the other line.

"What's with your cold tone? It's me, Jared Connell," he unnecessarily emphasized his name.

Oh, isn't that great, something I didn't want to see or hear from, "Uh-uh?" I didn't even try to hide my disappointment.

"I'm guessing you are not happy to hear from me. Well, save it, because you are going to have to come downtown. Johann is so wasted."

"How drunk?" I asked.

"Let's say someone who couldn't get on his own feet," then he chuckled mockingly.

I sighed, feeling burdened about the news. I just got from a good bath time because I wanted to have a deep sleep, but now I have to fetch him?

My silence made it clear to Jared, so he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Actually, I'm a little bit under the weather. So, would you mind bringing him home?" I straightforwardly requested.

Then the child in me emerged, "Or better yet, asked Sandra Fell to bring her home since they spent the night, right?"