My Reclaimed Love

Chapter 5- Andrea's POV

"I think it's time to pay my precious husband a visit" I said out loud as I stared angrily at the photos on my laps. Both pictures clearly show Philips face- one as he threw a punch at some random dude and the other of him being bottled into the police car like some petty criminal.

"If Philip thinks that throwing these little tantrums is going to frustrate me and get him a divorce just so he can run back into the arms of his lover then he's got something else in store for himself" I thought to myself as I walked into my dressing room to get ready.

This is my haven, the only part of this house where I can forget all my inner struggles and self doubt. The place where I become the Andrea Smith the world knows and always wants to see. The marble walls and glassy cabinets always fill me with the warmth of delicate beauty. I look past the array of shoes in each section. Every cabinet held a certain footwear type in varying colors with a tag on the cabinets to remind me what kind of dresses, pants or skirts the design matched with. My designer thought that would make my selection process easier and I quite agree. Since six months ago when I decided to bring in a personal stylist to organize my wardrobe, my life has definitely become easier

I looked around once more as I walked into the inner suite. I'd say this is where the real magic is. From the dazzling evening dresses to the everyday coats that keep me warm in my endless exposure to air conditioners, everything was glamorously selected to meet the taste of a super star. At the left side of this suite is where my jewelries are stored in gold, silver and pearl. Today I'd be matching a pink low V-neck with a black mini leather skirt and grey hills. I'm not sure what purse to match with the outfit so I'm gonna give Maggie a quick call and then I'll be off.

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I got out of the Mercedes S-class and handed the keys to the Valet who dutifully opened the car door for me with a smile and waltzed through the revolving doors and took the elevator to Philips office Shades on face and brown envelope in hands. It's his break time now and I have no intention of asking his secretary to inform him of my presence before barging in. The earlier we get this over with, the better for both of us.

Coming out of the elevator, I made my way to his office without so much as a glance to his round headed, blondie secretary.

"Ma'am….. Mr Philip says he"… the secretary was saying when I cut her off with the raise of a hand and let myself into his office.

He looked up from the paper he was reading most likely to see who came in to disrupt his peace. The look of surprise in his face soon turned to disgust as he blurted out what I expected. "What the hell are you doing in my office Andrea?"

"Oh darling, how is that a good way to say hello to your wife whom you haven't seen since your honeymoon" I replied in a calm sinister tone meant to irritate him further as I sat in the chair across his desk and flung the envelope on the table.

Can you tell me what in the crickets you were doing getting your pictures taken while you got into a fight in public dear husband?

He stared at me in shock as I pointed to the envelope now on his desk. Take a look at them, you sure looked handsome and I had to pay handsomely to make sure ⁷these didn't end up in the papers. Goddammit Philip, what were you thinking?

None of Your business! You know, you shouldn't be snooping around my business like this. Is this what you've reduced yourself to- a petty watchdog?

"Why are you here Andrea and why are you acting like you give two cents about me. Both of us know the only reason we are in this mess to begin with is because of your bitterness. You just wanted Bella and I to be unhappy and you got what you wanted so why are you rambling?"

Not entirely shocked at his response, I rested my back on the leather chair in a comfortable position and looked him right in the eyes… So are you saying I should have let this get into the news? Because if that's the case, I assure you it's not too late, I said, getting up angrily.

"Look, I got a little drunk and I hit his car. I tried apologizing to the guy but he was so mad… I swear he threw the first punch" he said exasperatedly- almost as if the consequences of those pictures just hit him.

Well the reporter certainly didn't see it that way. I had to pay off his ass with ten grand to avoid any more scandal than we already have. Look here, I'd suggest you be more careful with what you do so we don't make some more dirty news anytime soon.

Turning around, I left his office with an idea to shop for some skin care products before heading home. I got in the car and turned on some music and headed for citadel outlets.

I couldn't feel any more relaxed after seeing the last expression on Philip's face this afternoon. I swear to God, I'm gonna make sure that look never goes away for as long as he continues to treat me like trash.

It took me getting him drunk to get him to have s*x with me on our honeymoon. I still remember the sound of Bella's name coming off his lips uncontrollably at every bout of ecstasy. I also remember him leaving the room in the morning without so much as a single glance at me. That memory is etched deep in my soul and has only made my hatred for her grow…

If I can't have you, no one else will… I sang along loudly to SZ's Kill Bill.

Just as I took a left turn, the steering started to feel loose, I thought that was strange so I decided to park and check it out. I stepped on the breaks to slowly put the trip to a halt but the break wouldn't hold.

What's going on? Why is everything going crazy…. I need to stop the car… I kept trying to stop the car…. turning the steering and stepping on the brakes like crazy till I lost control completely… All I remember before everything went black was that I was heading straight for a rail line across the highway.

I can still hear my own voice screaming in my head as the car crashed….