Chapter 26: Chapter 26
“What sins did you and my husband commit that are making you so speechless? Thinking of possible lies to cover up your immorality, huh?” She queries, expressing her fury for my mutism.
Sins, huh! The only thing that makes ‘our sins’ more unforgivable than what she has been committing all this time is the fact that she respects the terms of their contract while we broke the terms. Otherwise, she is no saint. And she is too arrogant for her own good. Unless she is a witch, there is no way for her to tell that we had sex in her absence.
“Good morning, Mitchell!” I greet her, disregarding her charges and trying to be modest.
“What can be good after walking into my compound and your shitty face happens to be the first thing that greets me, huh?
It would have been better if it was a dog that barked at me instead of hearing your annoying voice!” She howls loud enough to summon the male servant who was washing the cars.
Now, isn’t she going overboard? What is with the insolence? What have I done? If she did not want to hear my voice or see my disgusting face, she should have quietly dragged herself inside instead of coming to meet me here, right? Did I call her here? Was it a must for her to come to me?
I shoot my eyes at her, no longer afraid of this dreadful look in them.
“You are drunk, Mitchell. I suggest you go and rest.” I say calmly , hoping to end this charade as soon as now and in the most peaceful way possible, but woe unto me. Just like the high-and-mighty bitch that she is, she is bent on dragging this to eternity, I presume.
“You have no fucking right to tell me what to do in my own house, bitch!” She screeches, summoning the female servant out of the house too. We are now the center of attention. Embarrassment and rage are stroking me so badly. “What gave you the right to even talk back at me like this, huh? What did you and my husband do in my absence that is giving you the fucking audacity to dictate to me what I should do in my house?” Given her looks and her bitchy tone of voice, I am afraid of the direction this is taking.
To hell with her annoying my husband’ and ‘my house slogans! I can bear with the house nonsense, but her husband? What kind of foolish man would want this ridiculous piece of alcohol before me right now as a wife? And hell, she cannot blackmail me into being sentimental about my actions because I know they are just husband and wife on paper. I know they don’t share even a bed, and she is far from showing any interest or signs of being the fucking wife she is yapping about. Can she give me a break for hell’s sake?
“Look, Mitchell. I don’t see the need for all this fuss. I know my presence here bothers you so much that...”
“Good!” She cuts me off, slamming her classy Gucci handbag on the floor. She is going psycho. Wait, the way she is staggering towards me, her hands swaying to all the corners of the compass, seeking balance, she isn’t contemplating going physical, right? She racks before me with her plausible model height, spitting bits of saliva on my face as she speaks. “Since you know how much your presence here stinks, why don’t you pack all of your garbage and go back to that dumping site that Liam picked you from and stop trying to sneak your way into my home, you home-wrecker?” Her bark reverberates throughout the whole compound, and honestly, I wouldn’t have surmised that she has all that vigor to bark like that given her state.
But you know what? I don’t care about her insinuations or her unfounded insecurities. I am doing this for Liam, not for her. There is no way she will scare me out of this house, and her howls won't make me back out of our deal.
“I made a promise to Liam, Mitchell. I am not planning on backing out unless he tells me so himself. So, if this bothers you, go discuss it with your husband. Until then, please excuse me.” I say it with forced respect and smothered fury and turn to walk out because I have heard just enough of this drama. This is too much!
One step! Before I can lift my leg to take a second step away from this, she grabs my hair from my back, pulling me back.
“Mitch,” I call, trying to free myself from her grip before she pulls my hair out.
“How dare you walk out on me, you sneaky, immoral bitch? I am going to teach you to show you exactly where you belong, you cheap trash.” As she squeals, I suppose that alcohol or maybe her insanity is taking a toll on her because she is on her way to the ground, pulling me with her.
“Mitchell!” I yelled, refusing to go down with her. Since she refuses to let go, I use one hand to grip my hair tight at the base and use my other hand to push her off my back.
Gladly, I managed to free myself, but unfortunately for her, in my defense, it didn’t cross my mind that we were fighting beside the pool. I also didn’t stop to think about where I was pushing her. The next loud scream is from her as she drowns in the pool.
I tense!
“Mitch!” I shout as she struggles to swim to no avail.
“I…I…” She can’t finish what she is saying.
Without a second thought, I jump into the pool, and as I scoop her out of the water, she is battling to breathe, and fear surges in me really badly. Damn! I should have watched where I was pushing her, for God’s sake!
“What are you standing there staring at me, you fools? Help me here, will you?” I snap at the servants who come running at my howls.