Rebecca pov:
It was 5pm when I arrived at the salon to have a little trim of my hair, the stress had gotten to me so much that I believe I was losing hair.
I was slowly losing my youthful appearance.
“Welcome ma” the staff greeted.
“The usual” I said as I relaxed on the couch, my head filled with all kinds of thoughts when a conversation behind me caught my attention.
“Did you tell her?” The woman with red hair asked the hair artist,
“I couldn’t tell her, how could I tell her that her husband was cheating on her” the lady replied.
“But she deserved to know”
“I am trying to avoid trouble, besides she is not the first wife, she chased away the first wife and took her place. It is her turn to face her misery” she says.
“What about the husband?”
“He barely goes home, he leaves work
