Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 2

"I want to borrow Atlas tomorrow, we're going somewhere. We have a family gathering and he needs to be there," I replied.L

Trina laughed and clapped her hands in amusement. But I know, behind that was a sarcastic tone with a hint of anger and belittlement.

"I don't know if you're numb or blind, Olive. Atlas doesn't love you but you're still forcing yourself. And now, you want to steal my time? Atlas is mine tomorrow! It's my schedule, so you go there and face the insults and shame!"

Out of all that Trina had said, the last sentence was what caught me. Schedule. We're like children playing tic-tac-toe with fate. Waiting for who gets it first.

I'm the real wife. I'm the one he married, but I'm here begging for time. I'm the one in pain. I'm a psychiatrist but I can't even cure my own pain.

How long could I take all the pain?

How long could I hold on?

How many tears could I still give?

******

Silence enveloped between us. I questioned myself, why did I end up coming here? Why am I hoping that she'll agree to my offer?

Who was I kidding? I'm just deceiving myself that she'll pity me because she's also a woman. But I was wrong. I forgot that she was as rotten as potatoes. Her rotten attitude can be smelled already. She was a gold digger bitch and a mistress of the town. I don't even understand why Atlas chose her as his mistress.

"If you have nothing left to say, you can leave," she said with distaste.

'Fuck them!'

Fuck them for hurting me. For treating me like trash and for stealing the only thing that kept me sane. Respect. Because I felt like I've been deprived of that. They stole the little respect that I had for myself.

The things you do for love. You can take all the pain even if the cycle's repetitive. You can suffer. You can even swallow your own ego. A martyr's love. It hurts. . . a lot.