Episode 3
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ANASTASIA'S POV
I pulled off my apron, pulling the hair net off my head. It was fifteen minutes past eleven and my shift was finally over. I had to get to the restaurant on time to avoid keeping my husband waiting.
"I'm off Romeo!" I yelled, walking out through the back door. Romeo yelled goodbye and a chuckle left my lips. I ran a hand through my dark locs, waving down a cab.
The drive to the restaurant was quiet and soon I got down, giving the driver a bill.
I paused in front of the restaurant, staring at the new jewelry store a few blocks away. Memories of Darius asking for a new watch filled my mind and I smiled, walking towards it.
I purchased an expensive one. Limited edition and had it packaged for him. I couldn't wait to see his face when I gave him and my tummy grew warm at the thought.
I shook my head, walking into the restaurant. I filled in for a reservation and the waitress led me to a table for two. They brought the wine but I had it taken back. So it'd be cold when he got here.
Excitement filled my veins but I tried to ignore it, not wanting to get disappointed.
"Don't jinx it. He's going to show up," my wolf muttered and an awkward chuckle left my lips. I held the small gift bag, placing it on the table.
Thirty minutes turned to an hour and an hour turned to three. The waitress came to ask if I needed a menu but I shook my head, still hoping he would show up.
I tried Darius's phone for the nth time and like always, it went straight to voicemail.
The urge to scream grew and just when it felt like it was about to overpower me, my phone buzzed. With immense speed, I turned it on and my shoulders fell as I read the text.
"I had something urgent to attend to. I'll go with you later," I read it over and over, hoping the letters were going to rearrange and he was going to give a good reason why he had stood me up. Darius f*****g stood me up
He's probably really busy. Don't be selfish
Besides it wasn't the first time he stood me up, I should have gotten used to it. Tears filled my eyes and I wiped off immediately.
My wolf whimpered in sadness but I ignored her, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Clearing my throat, I waved the waitress over, placing an order. I had already paid for the table and wasn't going to let it go to waste. I'd get him something later.
Thirty minutes later, I walked out of the restaurant, my heart numb. My phone buzzed but I ignored it; well aware that it was probably my boss calling to scold me for being late.
The cab stopped and I searched my purse handing the driver some change. I stepped out, staring at the building in front.
It was a fancy restaurant and the name, "Paragon" stood boldly written in cursive. I turned, heading for the staff door.
I walked in, closing the door behind and the room went silent. Facing my colleagues, I raised an eyebrow confused. They all had a shocked expression on their faces.
Something was wrong.
It was obvious but I had no proof. With a shoulder shrug, I got to work, putting on my waiting outfit. The stares grew more and I slowly became uncomfortable.
I took out my notepad, heading for the door that led out of the staff's room when someone finally spoke up.
"Ana, wait!" he yelled and I turned back to see Jeremy.
He was a colleague but we hardly talked except to exchange pleasantries. "What is it?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
He walked towards me and I waited to hear what he would say but nothing came.
"What's happening?" I whispered but no one answered, instead they all stared at me with pity eyes.
"Okay. What the f**k is going on?!" I yelled, losing my patience. "It's nothing serious," Rachel, another waitress, said standing beside Jeremy.
I stared at both of them and it didn't take much to know they were lying. Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned to the door but to my surprise another worker stood against it.
My chest heaved in anger and I stared up at him. "Move," I muttered in a firm tone. Something fishy was going on and it definitely involved me.
But what could it be?
"Move! Don't make me do it for you!" I yelled but the worker made no sign of doing that. I held onto his neck, pushing him away.
He let out a pained grunt and I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. I shook my head, pushing all that to the back as I yanked the door open, walking towards the commotion.
Voices grew louder and it seemed like someone was in a heated argument. This wasn't good for the restaurant image and I got closer to get a better view.
What could cause such an argument?
I got closer and I recognized one of the voices. It belonged to Emily, someone I could call a close friend.
"Why was she fighting? She's going to get fired," I muttered to myself as alarms went off in my head.
I got closer and I could hear the voices of a man and a woman. It was no doubt she had gotten into a heated argument with a customer.
A chuckle crawled up to my throat as it was something I knew was going to happen sooner or later.
Everyone was well aware that Emily hated this job but needed the money so she had no choice. I got closer and my jaw fell open in shock.
"I did nothing wrong!" a whiny voice yelled and I blinked in shock. It was the omega, Hazel.
It was Darius' mistress.
She was dressed in a short fancy dress and heels, her hair packed to the side. It looked like she was on a date. Just then I froze.
Who was she going out with?
I tried to get a better view but it seemed impossible. "Why the f**k are you out with this girl? You're married!" Emily yelled and my patience grew thinner each second.
"You have no right to judge me," a male voice thundered and I froze. That voice. It was my husband’s.
With all my might, I pushed someone to the side, falling to the floor. The whole place went quiet as everyone turned to stare at me.
Darius studied me with wide eyes and I got up, not breaking eye contact.
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