Chapter 4
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***RACHELLE POV***
Yesterday's party was really tiring and today I'm getting my Rolls Royce. I can't wait.
I walk downstairs to find my kids getting ready for school.
“Kids. Come greet Mommy”. I said, stretching out my hands.
“Mommy. Why does Daddy hate me?”. Cole asked.
“Awwn, sweetie, daddy doesn't hate you. He can never”. I comforted my twelve years old son.
“Yes. You'll get the money today”. I heard George said.
“How much is that?”. I asked him.
“What do you care?”. He asked me back.
“Well. I need thirty million for business”. I told him.
I saw him smirk and scoff. What?.
“Why the reaction?”. I said. Something feels suspicious.
“What business?. Well, don't bother, give me the account address and I will send it”. He said, looking at me dead in the eye.
What's with that look?.
“No. Send it to my account”. I said and left the room. Something feels off.
Never for once have I asked him for money, claiming that it was business has he asked me what business that was.
I was thinking about that attitude when I got an alert of thirty million on my phone.
I quickly called James. “Let's meet up. Usual stop”. I said and ended the call.
I quickly dressed and left the house. The kids had already gone to school, my husband to work. I drove to the suburbs of town.
I saw James's car parked by the side. I was leaning against it with a cigar in his mouth. I had always hated his addiction to smoking.
I got out of my car, walked to him and put the cigar to the floor and crushed it.
“Here is your money”. I said, showing him the bag of ten million.
He looked at it. “It's not thirty”.
“I know. I want to have leverage that you will keep your mouth shut”. I said, looking at him.
“You are beginning to be sly, Rachelle”. He said and spat by my side.
“Don't f**k this up. This was the deal. You'll receive your full percentage when we have accomplished our mission”. I told him. “You already have a fifty million. So what's the harm in me holding on a twenty?”. I told him.
He nodded. “You are right. It was the deal. Full payment comes when you accomplish the mission”.
“And do not meet me up again. I will meet you. Understood?”. I said, sternly.
I didn't want for his answer, I just turned back to leave. I got in my car and drove back to town.
I drove down to my office. f**k, today has been scary.
Does George suspect me?. No way. I have been careful for fourteen years.
I got down to work. No need to think of the impossible. My phone rang.
“Hello?”. I said, picking up the phone.
“Mrs. Frost. We are calling to inform you that your son was involved in a fight here at school”. The female at the other end said.
“What?. I'm on my way”. I said and ended the call. I got my keys and got to my car and drove off to my son's school.
I reached there under forty minutes thanks to the traffic jam. I got down and went to my son's class.
“I'm Mrs. Frost. I want to see my son”. I said, looking around for Cole.
“Mother?”. I heard him.
“Cole. What the hell? Who did this to you?”. I asked him as I examined his wounds.
“It's Henry that did this”. He told me.
I looked around and saw Fred's wife. What the hell is going on??.
“He told me that you are a p********e and you are sleeping with his father and I punched him, saying that you had nothing to do with his ugly father”. He said, getting angry by the minute.
“Mrs. Byre. Look what your son did to mine?”. I told Fred's wife as she was where I and my son was discussing.
“Well. If you….” She stopped, clenching her jaws. “ Son, go wait for me in the car. Herald is there”. She told her son and the little boy ran off.
I got the hint that she wanted to have a private discussion.
“Son. Take the key, wait for me in the car”. I said, dismissing my own son.
“So what is you want to say?”. I asked her looking at her and not removing my eyes from hers.
“Well. You couldn't keep your thighs closed, could you?”. She asked me, defiantly.
What the hell is she talking about?.
“I know what my son said, I dismissed as a rumor but I know the truth. We all do. Even the media knows too. Or what else would you call this?. A married man and a married woman as well walking out of a hotel room?. Holding hands and a peck on the cheek?”. She asked me holding her phone to my face with a video playing of me and her husband coming out of a hotel the same day my husband saw us as KG hotels’ restaurant the other day.
If she has seen this, then that means…. f*****g hell.
I looked at her and I turned back to leave without missing the evil smile playing on her lips.
I went to my car and sawy son seated in it. I entered and drove off..
I went to the house to drop him off and by the time I got home I saw my husband sitting in the parlor.
“George…” I called him, silently.
My husband has an ego like every other man. He might feel suspicious that you are cheating but don't bring it to light. And he doesn't like it when I destroy his good name, our perfect marriage.
There was a time I didn't dress up in a matching outfit for our ten years anniversary and then he beat the hell out of me by the time we got home.
“George. I will make sure to take it down”. I said, trying to pacify him.
“My secretary showed me the f*****g video. What do you think will happen?. Do you think other men, my rivals have not seen it?”. He asked me, removing his belt from his waist.
“Kids upstairs”. He commanded them. “And do not come out no matter what”. He added.
The kids not knowing what was about to happen went to their enjoyment room and closed the door and from downstairs the sound of the cartoon could be heard.
“Now, answer me, w***e”. He said, lifting his belt and hitting me. Hitting me all over my body.
“I…. I will take it down”. I said, dancing in pain and reaching for the places his belt landed.
“You better do”. He said and stopped flogging, leaving me there.
I sat there in my own sorrow. I will make sure you pay for this. I will crush this your boastful ego. I swore admist pain and tears rolling from my eyes.
Thank God the plan is already in motion. I will teach you, you and your f*****g family what it means to be helpless.
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