Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 17

Atlas looked at me intently, his eyes were staring at me in disbelief. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. "Don't bullshit me, Olive."

I counted from one to ten. I waited for Atlas to let go of me, but it didn't happen. He even gripped at my arm tighter.

"I don't know what you're saying, Atlas. If there's anything bullshit here, that's probably your mistress and not me." I abruptly pulled my arm from his hold. I blinked a few times before I entered our house, taking off my heels and throwing it somewhere.

"Olive!" Atlas called.

"What?!" I turned to him.

"Are you fighting, my children?"

My body froze and turned to where the voice came from. I immediately saw a not-so-old lady. She was wearing an apron while walking out from the kitchen.

"How are you, Olive? You looked even more beautiful," she said.

Atlas' mom hugged me. I hugged her back despite being stunned. My eyes looked at Atlas. I am confused. My face contorted into a frown. She doesn't visit here often, and if she does, she would always call me first.

"M-Mom, how are you?" I finally voiced out.

She removed herself from the hug and smiled at me. She then held my hand and stared at me. I did the same. Atlas' mom screams about life in the province. She's a bit dark-skinned due to being bathed by the sun everyday and her face was already wrinkled from too much work.

"I'm fine, my dear. Atlas called me the other day, saying that I should visit the both of you." She glanced at Atlas. "Check the kitchen, hurry up!" she commanded.

"Hon, just go." I laughed although it's fake. I saw how Atals quickly moved to obey his mother's order. He portrays a good boy for his mother, same goes with me. We acted as a loving couple everytime his mother was with us. We could even surpass the best actors and actresses whenever we're with his parents.

I sighed and placed my arm around her shoulder. Except for Dad, we also deceive a lot more, especially the people who are close to us. People who expect a happy family for us-which is, unfortunately, the complete opposite of what we are.

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