Chapter 26
1722 Words
♣ Marie Smith ♣
“I'm just seeing the messages on the group chat.” Caley's voice echoed into my ears from the phone. “Did he seriously kiss you?”
“Yeah.” I took a cookie from the plate of cookies on my lap as I lay on the couch in the living room.
It was the next day and Henry had gone to whatever work he had to do, with Fila.
I internally huffed at the thought of that devious lady. Wanting my husband.
She had better wait till our divorce, because no way would I sit and watch her snatch him while I still held the ‘wife’ position.
“Woah,” she sounded really surprised, “how did he send you out afterwards?”
“He was like, ‘Get out!’” I feigned his tone (which I was terrible at), “‘I said Get out!’”
She chuckled at my ‘pretend Henry’ tone. “That bad?”
“Yeah, I was totally embarrassed.” Recalling it all just made me shake my head.
I wished I could go back in time and kick him off when he'd pulled me to lay on the bed.
“And what do you think the kiss means?” She had that particular tone she always had whenever she was talking about him.
Like she was trying to let me figure something out but didn't want to say it directly.
It had increased after I told her about the divorce and the one year process.
“Truthfully, I'm not sure what to think. He'd said it was because he was drunk,” but I wasn't sure if that was true.
It might be partially true, but not fully.
People usually do things when drunk, things they've wanted to do when they're sober.
Did Henry really ever think about kissing me? Did that make sense?
“He said that?” A sigh left her, and even though it was just a voice call, I could see her shaking her head.
“What do you think?” I knew Caley was the smart one and the one who was rarely ever wrong in her words, so yeah, I would believe whatever she has to say.
“I don't want you to depend on what I think, but what you want to think.” She sounded like a wise one giving advice.
But sadly, “girl, I don't get a thing you're talking about. How do you expect me to depend on what I think when I don't even have a thing I think.”
“Well, I guess I can't help you then,”
“Seriously? What does this have anything to do with advice?” I just never understood the girl.
All I wanted was her opinion on the kiss. Every other (normal) person in the group had told me different things.
But then she said she couldn't help me?
What was going on in this girl's head? I really really wished I could enter it and see how it worked..
“How's work?” I asked, deciding to change the topic since I knew she wouldn't be of help.
“Stressful.” She admitted, her tone immediately growing exhausted.
“It's just been a week and you sound like you've worked there for a month or something.”
She huffed, “if it wasn't because of the amount, I'd kick my boss and shout at her so she uses her senses once in a while to note that I'm her junior, not her maid.”
I could detect the anger in her tone.
So I quickly reminded. “Don't forget how you got the job, no point losing such a great opportunity, heh.”
She sighed her agreement, “I guess.”
That was when I recalled. “Did you read the part about him saying something about the testimony is gone? I know nothing about testimonies, but you go to church.”
“Don't act like you don't know a thing,” she said, “it doesn't have to mean testimonies in church. Where could that be gone?”
I shrugged, though she couldn't see me. “As I said, I know nothing about it all, so yeah, you can't blame me.”
“Hmm, whatever you say,” it sounded like she was checking something, “I've got to go, something just came up. It's my boss.”
“Really? I thought you were home.”
“Even I don't understand how she reasons.” She huffed. “I wish I could just report her, but she's my boss. Well, I'll call you later.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye.”
When she hung up, I was back to my boredom world.
Very bored.
Maybe I should give the hotel a tour.
Or check the many more things about the state.
It was fun the last time, I was sure it'd be even more amazing.
Who knows, I could even sneak out so the guards won't follow me, and finally be able to make friends.
Smart.
The idea brought a smile to my face.
But before that, I decided to first scroll through i********:.
Just watch funny videos and any other video that would pop.
About ten minutes of doing that, a reel was suggested to me.
It was from some random ‘devicethetruth’ guy.
And he began explaining why my marriage wasn't how we'd want the public to assume it is.
He began with the fact Henry rarely ever took me to events and the way he proposed to me.
How we got married so soon without previous rumors of us dating each other ever.
Normally, I would've skipped the video, but he was very very true.
He had many more things to say within the six minutes video, before finally ending with,
“I feel like the main thing people should be focused on isn't if they're getting a divorce, but why he chose Marie when she was just one of his fans. Why her?”
The way he said the last word actually gave me chills.
But they were true.
Why me?
I found myself clicking on Henry's profile to stare at his photos like they'd have answers to that question.
He had over five hundred million followers, and just following five (me being one of them).
Two days before our wedding, he'd followed me on i********:, and trust me when I say I thought I was going to faint when I saw it.
I'd been following him for all my life before that, and seeing he was following me back sent me on cloud nine.
Any hoo…
I clicked on the nearest post out of just twenty with one being pinned (that of his company).
The fact he didn't post frequently was one of the reasons each of his posts had lots of likes.
Because whenever he actually put something, millions of people would go check it out.
It just reminded me of the old days before getting married.
The three of us (except Caley, of course), checking out his photos and squealing like typical females.
Then, I didn't know what my future held.
The first photo, which had eighty two million likes, was one of him dressed in a tux in front of his company.
And he looked extremely hot the way he'd thrown the camera a hot pose with his hands in his pocket.
I scrolled to the next photo which had seventy nine million likes.
He was sitting on a couch, leaning his hand on the armrest as he still stole the viewer's heart with that emotionless look.
I scrolled to the third photo that had just ten million likes which was expected as it was an advertisement of his company and the Henros phone.
The next photo had a hundred million likes.
It was our wedding photo.
Immediately, my heart ached as I sighted what was the happiest day of my life.
His hand laid firmly around my waist as he stared at the camera in the hot tux he had on.
I'd worn one of the most expensive wedding gowns ever and the best makeup artist and hairstylist had taken care of those needs.
I was, undeniably, the most beautiful at the time.
Staring at the photo, I just couldn't help pitying that beautiful female with such a wide smile and broad expectations.
My smile then could brighten the darkest room, which was certainly contradicting his own.
He didn't even smile.
How did I not guess then.
The photo had twenty million comments, so I decided to check it out.
*Maybe she has something he doesn't have that's why they got married, because I don't see happiness in his expression* -Dora Treasure- •1M likes•
*Oh my, my dearest lover is taken 😭😭* -Esther Adeola- •3M likes•
*How could he choose her over me?! I've got far bigger boobs and butt, and I'm obviously better in bed. The stupid witch 😤😤 -Sophie Laurene- •321k likes• °5M replies°
Replies
°You mean those boobs that look like the flat end of a shoe? |Finstar Sid| •121k likes•
°I think you first need to look better before you start thinking of standing near her |Rhys Moyo| •337k likes•
°She is the one we should be wondering why she'd choose him. She can do better |orgenloves| •15 likes•
*I don't know why people are saying he doesn't look happy. Why not just be happy for the girl? It's obvious he's in love with her. It's evident in his eyes. He's just not good at expressing his feelings* -Delly Rich- •7M likes•
Hmm, this Delly person's comment actually confused me to go back to the photo.
I decided to try observing how he looked.
He didn't smile, but there it was. That glint of happiness in his eyes.
He was happy. Why?
The device guy's words came back to me
Again, why did he marry me? There were tons of females drooling over him that day.
Why me?
Some far more beautiful than I was, squealing like a normal female should.
So why me?
Why did you choose me Henry Smith?
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