Falling For The Man I Married

Chapter 14: The woman from his past

Earlier this morning, I got a call from my three best friends-slash- managers. Noelle, George and Arielle. Well not actually from all of them, it's just Noelle... they wanted me to go to the mall for shopping, and shopping and non-stop shopping.

It's Saturday today, and it's supposed to be my 'no work', 'no stress', 'no waking up early' and 'no rolling my eyes' day. See? even rolling my eyes is included to this early moment. I usually do that 'mentally' in the office when I am in front of my jerk of a boss and sometimes in front of him when I know he's not looking.

But you know... thanks to these three girl-friends of mine, I had to wake up early, take a bath early and get ready for their non-stop pulling there, and everywhere. As if I have a choice. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Uhm.. have I told you I am a fan of shorts? Especially denim shorts. And that's what I chose to wear today, blue denim shorts with white spaghetti strapped-top. I just paired it with my nude flat-sandals and very light makeup.

After checking myself in the mirror for I don't know how many times since this morning ( but I promise this would be the last time )... I winked at myself.

"Tsk.tsk.tsk. Why am I so beautiful?" I asked my reflection as I shook my head.

Does it sound like I'm lifting my chair again? Well, if I wouldn't tell myself first, then who would it be? My mom? Of course, she will, she's my mother. But since she's not here, let me take her job for a while and tell myself that I'm beautiful.

"Good morning, Jamie." I greeted my flat-mate when I found her in the living room.

"Wow! Is that the new version of you, Madi, getting up early on Saturday morning?"

She asked smiling after putting down her cup of tea. Argh! I bit my bottom lip... I hate tea. As much as I hate mornings, I also hate tea. Well, I don't literally hate it... it's just not my favourite.

"No. You know I hate mornings." I took my favourite mug and poured it with coffee from the coffee maker.

"Yeah, so.. where are you going?"

"Uhm.. hanging out with friends." I shrugged.

"Wow, that's great."

"Do you wanna join us?" I asked as I put some cream and sugar.

"I love to, but I can't." she sighed. "By the way Madi, I'm moving out maybe a few days from now."

"What? But why?" I asked her in surprise. I also walked towards her and sat down in the vacant chair beside her.

"Uhm... Andrew proposed to me."

And she showed me the diamond ring on her finger. I can see the love and happiness through her eyes.

"Huh! Oh my God! That's so beautiful, congratulations Jamie."

I hugged her. "Ahhh... I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too. I wish you also find your prince charming."

I chuckled at her words.

"Prince charming... really Jamie?"

"Yes, because you're not getting any younger. You should also have to start your own family before your age exceeds on the calendar."

I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Why do you guys always push me to have a family and date at this age? I'm only 26 and I still have 5 years before I get through that calendar thing of yours."

"Because you don't even have a boyfriend! And you're still a vir----"

"A virgin!" I continued what she was about to say. I knew it.

"Yes. You are."

I rolled my eyes but she just laughed at me.

"You're going to visit me here if you have free time."

"Of course."

"And promise me, I am going to be your first baby's Godmother."

She laughed again.

"I promise."

After a few more minutes of talking to Jamie, I'm on my way to the mall to meet these three girls who disturbed my sleeping beauty-rest. I should be in my dreamland by now and kissing my prince charming.... charr!

After parking my car at the parking lot, I took my phone together with the sling bag and headed towards the entrance. I seized my time looking at the boutiques inside and people who are some were busy buying some things while the others were just messing up the display of the merchandise.

And my eyes landed on a slim figured woman who hadn't bought anything in that store. I raised an eyebrow when she left and walked into the next boutique. Since it's a glass panel, I can see her even on the outside. And like what she did in the first shop, she didn't buy anything either.

I don't know, but her face seemed familiar. I'm not sure if I really know her, but I think I had seen her face somewhere.

I was about to approach the woman when my eyes darted on a very familiar man, not far from where I was.

"Mr Wilsons?" I frowned in shock and disbelief. "What is he doing here?"

He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans and --- black sunglasses? I gulped as my eyes landed on his toned chest that wasn't successfully hiding from his shirt.

"Thank God, the girls aren't here."

I made sure he couldn't see me in the space I was in. I was near the perfume boot in front of the boutique where the slim woman kept messing around. And where is Mr Wilsons looking at? Wait? Is he also looking inside the boutique? And to the same woman?

My eyes moved from the woman to Mr Wilsons... and then it hit me.

"She's the woman I saw on his phone!" I blurted out a bit loud.

"Miss, are you okay?" asked the sales lady inside the booth.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't mind me." I smiled again but, to my surprise, she raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

-'Huh!'- I mentally huffed as I get my attention back to the two.

So, it's true. She's back. And I can't believe that Mr Wilsons is spying on this woman personally. What happened to his investigator? Ohh... poor guy, maybe he got fired because this arrogant man who still can't move on with his past wasn't satisfied with the reports he submitted, and now he's doing it himself. Tsk.Tsk.Tsk.

I don't know what happened the next second... but there's a man who came out of nowhere and kissed the woman on her lips... hard.

"Ohh! Foul!" I muttered subconsciously when I saw Mr Wilsons from his fists. A sudden feeling of pity and hurt surged inside me just by looking at the man who can't take his eyes off the scene not so far from him.

How does it feel when you're still in love with someone who loved you once but then left you afterwards? Does it really hurt that he can't move on after that? Did he love her that much that he couldn't get on with his life?

How much pain he suffered after knowing that the one with whom he shared his life, betrayed him with someone else? And how much of that pain is he suffering now as he continued watching the woman he once loved and cherished all his life, but now with someone else's arms?

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