Chapter 1 Painful Reality
Mrs Smith POV
I walked into my house with the veil of shame covering me. I was glad that our son wasn't home. I had hidden myself for three days and nights, not having the courage to look my son in the face after committing such an abominable act with him.
I tried sneaking into my room to avoid facing my husband's scandal. All I needed at this point was a long, long slumber because I hadn't had any sleep those three nights.
But here he was in the very room that I was sneaking into.
"Welcome back home, madam. I hope you enjoyed yourself on your unauthorized vacation?"
Thank you, I said, and headed towards the bathroom.
"Seriously, what did you do that was so satisfying that you aren't going all nuts about why I didn't come to our anniversary celebration? Every year, you'd go on nagging for weeks whenever I didn't show up or meet that year's plan?" Jacob asked me.
Jacob is my husband. We've been married for twenty years now. He's hard-working, classic, and very handsome, but we never get along with each other.
Our marriage was kinda arranged by our parents. Quarreling is our usual habit. We'd fight over the tinest thing. But today, I was too guilty and ashamed of myself, so he could say whatever he wanted, I wasn't going to retaliate. Hence, I replied in a calmer tone.
"I didn't ask you because I am knowledgeable about what answer I could get. Anyway the fact that you didn't make it to our anniversary celebration is not a big deal anymore.
You just go on with whatever you're doing. I need to get some sleep, which I'm hoping will rejuvenate me. I told him, but he ignored me and replied.
"Do you think that just because you don't have that scar anymore, men of this town will begin to chase after you?
What a pity darling! Even without it. No one will show interest in you."
We don't call each sweet or romantic name, so whenever we use one of those, it's for sarcasm or mockery.
Jacob, how did you know that I under went a surgery? when you haven't seen me naked in like forever?
"Duh, how could you be this dumb, sweetheart? I am a dignitary of this town so I am usually in the know of everything."
If you knew all this while? Why didn't you try making love to me? I remember you said you couldn't be intimate with me because the scar freaked you out. Oh, wait a minute, was it an excuse all this while? Or were you scared that I would reject you because of all the mean stuff you did to me over the years?
I was just waiting to see him express a sense of guilt, and I could let it be. Not only because I felt guilty for having s*x with our son, but because I was still determined to make this marriage better. If he wanted, we could even have some fun right this instant. Although I was exhausted, I could definitely give in. But his response was frustrating!
He was like, "Well, first of all, I don’t feel any sort of guilt because you deserved every bit of it. Second of all, even if you became the goddess of beauty, I couldn't have s*x with you."
Why? and don't you even give me that crap " I am not straight," because I've seen you f**k other women and you have bunch of affairs outside our marriage which I have come to accept.
"Well, I won't deny that I do women, too, because I love having s****l intercourse with both genders. But unfortunately for you I can never because I made a promise to Alex. After he gave me his consent to fool around with any woman of my choice except you.
I stood listening to my husband vomiting all those rubbish.
So the scar was never the reason to begin with? I asked my bisexual and bastard husband.
His devilish smile appeared. Knowing that his words were doing exactly what he wanted it to accomplish. But I pretended that I wasn't affected at all. And so he continued.
"And the reason I can't celebrate our anniversaries with you is because it always falls on Alex's birthday. And he needs me most during that time of the year, so as long as your plans are scheduled for that day, you can count me out.
I immediately snapped out of Madam's good wife version into my Mrs Smith version. I could handle my husband having affairs, treating like I didn't exist, but what I couldn't take was he seeking permission from his gay lover to perform his marital duties.
I took a deep breath, straightened up, and said with my most serious expression, " From today onwards, I. Want. An. Open. Marriage!
His expression changed instantly. I guess he didn't see that coming at all. He made this pitiful face, and he held my chin up, causing our eyes to interlock.
I concluded in my mind that he was about to negotiate. And my only condition could be "That he ended things with Alex." But once again, his response shocked me!
Jacob burst into the most annoying and sarcastic laugh I had ever heard.
He then said, " Even if I accepted it, no man of this town will express interest in you. Every one of us sees you as a trashy trophy.
Oh, really? I am a trashy trophy? Well, I dare you Jacob accept my offer. Do it, and let's see if men will not go head over heels for me.
In fact, I care less about your consent as long you're having affairs, I, too, will get mine.
"Forget it, Harriet, as long as I remain on this earth even if we're divorced, no man will ever look your way because they all saw the example.
What example did you set? I haven't cheated on you since we became married.
Yeah, I was aware that eventually, you two could try to hook up. So I did cut him off, and I won't hesitate to do the same to any of them! You're free to give a try, but remember, I don't do empty threats!
You bastard, I always knew you had a hand in his death., but I guess you only kill his body, because I implemented his beliefs and characteristics in your son which i believe you must have noticed how different you two are and when he grows up he will be the exact replicate of he. While you will die and be forgotten, all who see our son will think about Larry instead of you.
Jacob's gaze darkened completely his eyes were so dark that the veins on his forehead were visible. His fist clique, but I wasn't threatened because I knew he could never hit me, or so I thought. He wasn't a wife's beater. I wasn't done making he angry, so I continued,
Every man gets upset when you tell them that your ex does it better, but for Jacob, he could become outrageous hearing that. So that point could be my last strike, I then said,
"I am sorry for what I just said, I was kidding. You are handsome and courageous and a great father. It's just that compared to you in bed, I could prefer Larry skeleton. They could give me...
Before I could end my words, His fist connected with my jaw. Darkness and pain engulfed me, causing me to fall on the bed. I could have passed out if I had landed on the floor. As if that punch wasn't painful enough, he then jumped on top of me and was about to hit me again when a force from the other side swept him off me.
