The Mistress

Prologue The hotel's bellboy approached me as soon as I stepped out of the car. "Ms. Agatha Verdana, let me escort you to our VIP suite. Mr. Miller is waiting for you." a small smile escaped from my lips, my man is waiting for me. I took out my small vanity mirror to check my make-up.  It looks perfect. "We're here at Room 304, VIP suite reserved by Mr. Von Miller." the staff said as he opened the door for me. "Thanks."  "You're welcome, Ma'am. Enjoy your stay." as soon as the door closed behind me, I slowly made my way inside. My eyebrows raised when I saw rose petals on the floor, forming a path for me to follow. "What a silly man." I silently uttered. It led me to a mini round table for two, with a bottle of wine & two wine glasses.  Mellow music is playing on the background, to create a romantic ambiance. And there he was, holding three roses in his hand.  "Mi amore, you look so beautiful tonight." he told me while staring directly into my eyes. My heart fluttered with his smile. "Thanks, but hey, what's with so special tonight that you have to be over-romantic?" I let out a small laugh. "Could you please not ruin this moment? For just once, please?" he looks like a cute puppy begging. "Okay, fine." I rolled my eyes, walked towards him and hugged him. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead. "I love you, my Agatha." he whispered and hugged me tighter. "I love you too." I retorted as I leaned my ears on his chest to listen to his heartbeats. "Oh, before I forgot, flowers for you, mi amore." he handed me the roses and I mouthed a small 'thank you'. He held my hand and together, we swayed our bodies to the musics' tune. We fell silent. No one's talking—just listening to each other's heartbeats. When the music ended, he broke the silence and asked me if I was hungry. "A little bit. I forgot to eat lunch." I said as I gave him my gummy smile. "Then let's eat. I prepared your favourite steak." my smile widened as he showed me the food. My stomach is rumbling, I'm really hungry. He poured wine on both our wine glasses. I was about to take my first bite on the steak when a loud knock disturbed us. Someone's banging the door. Then we heard the door clicked open and the least person we wanna see tonight came, she's wearing a long black dress, her make-up was a total mess. "How...d-dare y-you!" she pointed at me, her eyes were burning with rage. "And you! H-how could you do this to me!?" her voice cracked upon saying those words.  "Hon, please calm down." he used his most soothing voice to try to stop her. She's like a bull in rage, her weapon is loathe & wrath—at this moment, no one can stop her. "No, let me talk." she said with intensity. "Agatha, Agatha, Agatha. I once thought that name was angelic, so as your face." she let out a mocking laugh. "But now, even the sound of your name was like torture. I've always admired & looked up to you. I even had a collection of your magazine covers, and the first thing I wanna do right now is to burn them all. I.HATE.YOU. I've been killing you in my head for over a hundred times, my dear." she looked at me like I'm the most disgusting creature on Earth. I looked at her with the same intensity. "Is it my fault that he got bored of you? Is it my fault to be to be so likeable that even your husband is willing to break his vows for me?" I gave her a look of pity. Her eyes widened with anger & in a snap, her palms landed on my cheeks—I stings like hell. That was the cue, she cut off my thread of patience. I stood up and faced her with pride. "How dare you slap me?" I gave emphasis to every word. "No one slaps Agatha Verdana" "Well, sorry I just did, Ms. Agatha Verdana" she mocked me. I stepped closer at her and grabbed her jaw harshly. I looked at her eyes to make her feel the radiating anger within me. "No.one.dares.to.cross.Agatha Verdana's.way. You don't know what I can do to you & your bedridden Mother. I have eyes & ears everywhere. And if you want your husband, he's yours, I don't own him, but you can't erase the fact that your husband loves me more than he does to you. If you still wanna clown yourself, keep him till you die, b***h!" I let go of her & fixed myself. "You are just a mistress, Agatha. An option. And my husband will never love you the way he loves me." she said with all the confidence she could muster. I laughed at her. "What's so funny?" she looked pissed. "You're so delusional! Remember when he left you on the middle of your Anniversary celebration? I was the one who called him."  "W-what?" she looked at me & Von who's massaging his head. "And you know what happened next? We made love that night." I stated it as a fact "Now tell me, you really think your husband didn't love me? Come on, stop fooling yourself." I uttered as I picked up my bag. I heard Von call out my name as I strode out of the room. I maintained a straight face until I reached my car.  As soon as I got inside, tears began to flow out of my eyes continuously. I'm so stupid. I knew this was going to happen. I let my emotions take over me. No matter how I convince myself that I won over his wife because he loved me, I knew deep inside me that I'm the loser. I am just a mistress—I'll forever be. I will never be the woman he promised he promised to be with for eternity. Mine was a short fairytale that ended tonight. Theirs was a full-length novel. I will never be his wife—but a mistress, a villain in their story. savvvyyy_blues