Gwendolyn.
I know alcohol wasn’t going to help me, but I still opted for it. It gives me a temporary relief from my heartache and the pain of knowing Henry was cheating.I opened the wine and poured a large amount on the glass then gulped it down, letting out a sigh of relief. Normally, I only have a glass after Henry’s drama but soon when the pain became too much I turned it to two and then three, and it went on and on.
While sitting there I started thinking about my life, and if there was one thing I can totally agree of that will be this. This wasn’t the life I envisioned with Henry after getting married; me getting almost drunk every time we had a quarrel and he, cheating on me with his lover. I didn’t plan my life this way, when I ran away from home to be with him, this wasn’t what I was expecting.
I had dreamt of a bright and happy future where Henry and I were happily married with three children, living in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood with either a cat or a dog. But this, this was entirely different from it, and I’m getting tired of fixing his mess-up.
I took my fourth glass in silence, then looked at the time again, it was already morning and my husband wasn’t back yet. I sighed, gathered the wine and the used glass, then returned them to their post. I went to my room, and took a cold shower to wash before going to bed. Tomorrow was another day, and I would rather not wake up late.
…..
Bang. Bang.
I got startled by the loud noise coming from outside, I yawned loudly and sat up on the bed slowly with my tired body.
Bang.
The sound came again, and I realized that it was coming from my door. Who the heck was that? I got down from my bed and took the bathrobe beside the bathroom door before moving to open the door.
“Who the hel….” My question died when I saw the angry face of Sheila, my good for nothing sister-in-law.
“Aren’t you supposed to have prepared breakfast by now, Gwen?” She asked, glaring at me.
I sighed and closed my tired eyes,“I can’t cook Sheila, I’m tired. You can just call take-outs and eat just for today.” I said, then tried closing the door, but her hand held the door from closing.
I stared at her face in shock, “What’s the meaning of this, Sheila?” I asked.
She scoffed, “you are not entitled to tell me what to eat, Gwen, I’m hungry, and I need you to go prepare breakfast for me….right now.” She commanded.
I closed my eyes and suucked in some air, hoping it would calm myself down. I’ve told myself that I wasn’t going to let them use me as their housemaids anymore. I was done with their shenanigans, same with her brother’s. Sheila is my good for nothing sister-in-law, a twenty-eight-year-old lady who wasn’t thinking of settling down and get married. Her mates were already married, living their best life with their husband, but here she’s trying to dictate what I am to do in my husband’s house.
“Look Sheila, I don’t have the time for your troubles this morning. I told you that I can’t prepare food for you that I’m tired, can you just please let this go and go out to eat like you always do.” I suggested, still trying to keep my cool.
My body was tired, and I’m sure I looked like a mess right now, thinking about Henry’s whereabouts left me drained last night, and now I’m met with another drama. God, what’s wrong with this family?
“And I told you that I’m not going out! I want to eat the one you prepared and that’s it.” She stubbornly said.
Another sigh left my mouth, if I do not do something about this, then this conversation will go on and on until finally do as she says.
“Sheila, if you don’t get the fuuck out of my room now, I promise you won’t like what I’m going to do.” I threatened. If she wasn’t going to listen and be considerate for once, then I’m going to show her that I’m not a push over.
Henry’s family have never bothered to hide their hate from me since he married me, in fact, it feels like they all hated me for no reason before I came into the family. Sheila and her mother hates me and I sometimes wonder why? Was it because their son didn’t marry the woman he claimed to love, or it was because he didn’t marry the rich heiress?
Sheila gasped then place her arms crossed. She looked at her right then smile smugly before looking at me with a solemn look.
“All I wanted was to taste your cooking, Gwen, is that too much to ask. I only want to eat the food you make, but you obviously turned it against me like in your enemy.” I arched my brows at her turn off character.
I wondered why she was suddenly acting so calm like she wasn’t the one who was yelling earlier, and then I felt him even before seeing him. He was back.
My heart started beating loudly in anticipation, waiting for him to come to the room and drive his sister out.
“What’s going on here?” His manly voice asked, and I almost melted with just hearing his voice.
“Big brother.” She rushed to his side and hug his side.
“Hey, Shea. What’s going on?” He asked and the whole time he hasn’t looked at me. Not even a glance, and here I was hoping he would come home to apologize.
How silly can I be?
“I told sister-in-law to prepare breakfast for me for am hungry and needed to eat before taking my medication, but she said…” she stopped talking and looked at me. Then took her eyes off like she was scared of me, I watch the drama unfolding with indifference.
“She said that she wasn’t going to cook for me, that I should go order food online or go eat outside.” She added.
All this while I was watching Henry’s handsome face as they morphed from confusion then anger.
“Why didn’t you prepare breakfast when she asked you, Gwen?” Finally, someone noticed I was here.
I stared at his eyes and sighed, “I’m not feeling too good…” he cuts in.
“No, why haven’t you prepared breakfast by this time?” He asked instead.
“I just told you that I’m not feeling strong to prepare breakfast for her. She should go make her breakfast herself or go out and eat.”
Henry looked at me then burst into a loud laugh, I narrowed my eyes at him. What the heck was he laughing about?
“You are so funny, Gwen.” He said, after laughing to his heart content, “can you please tell me your position in this house again?” He asked.
“I’m your wife, Henry.” I answered, already getting angry. This was getting too much, isn't my husband supposed to be by my side at all times. Tell his danm sister to go get takeouts and let me be, but who was I kidding, Henry would always be Henry.
“You are my wife correct, but there’s something you also failed to mention.” He said.
“And what’s that?” I fold my hands across my body as I looked at him.
He smiled evilly, “A maid.” Sheila burst into laughter by his side but close her mouth with her hand.
My heart broke when I heard that, I was a maid in his eyes. Nothing more than that…. A maid. I was a fcking maid in Henry’s eyes.
“You got married to me because of my wealth right, how about you put yourself into good use and take care of the house as a good maid and wife that you are.” He said, stabbing my heart more with his bitter words.
I was finding it hard to breathe in their presence so I walked back to my room and shut the door.
I didn’t know how I made my way to the bed, but I did, I sat there with my hand in my hair as I tried to control my breathing and sop the tears from coming out. But as usual, it was hard, it was so hard. Listening to someone who once called you his queen, his princess now calling you a maid was heartbreaking.
I sacrificed everything to be with him, hoping that maybe one day my love would be reciprocated. I could clearly hear my family’s warning in my ear, they’d warned me not to get married to Henry but because I was so foolishly in love—and still do, I married him.
Henry's POV. I stepped out of my car with my head banging and the harsh sun shining on my face was doing me no favors. Last night was a blast, and I’m not sure if I have had that much happiness since I got married five years ago.My lover, just as my wife calls her, was truly my first love. She was Gwen’s best friend back in high school, and immediately I saw her, I knew she was the one meant for me. Emily would always be the one for me, and no matter how much Gwen tries to make our marriage work, there’s nothing that’s going to work. Everything was just a scam right from the onset.I walked into the house with a happy grin on my face, reminiscing last night. The lovely dinner Emily and the wee hours of this morning.I walked to the living room and noticed that the usual amazing smell of Gwen’s cooking was missing, the TV was on, and my little daughter was sitting idly on the couch watching cartoons.Jasmine was the only reason I decided to marry Gwen. She got the baby for me and my
Henry. I walked into the room after contemplating on what to say to her, my steps halted when I saw the miserable position she was in.She was my wife, after all, so I really get the pleasure of seeing something as delicate as her suffer?Yes.That was the answer to my question, Gwen deserves everything happening to her and maybe even more. If she hasn’t been such a cunning biitch who only wanted me to herself, then she wouldn’t be in this position today. She wouldn’t be here sitting with her hand on her head and crying softly if she didn’t make that drastic decision years back. And I wouldn’t be here trying to haul more insult at her for trying to be herself.“You walked out on me, Gwen?” I asked. My hands were clenched by my side.Slowly, she raised her head up and stare at me with tears in her eyes. Trust Gwen never to hold a grudge, regardless of what you’ve done to her, she wouldn’t hold it against you. Instead, she’ll be looking at you like she was a god who doesn’t sin and tha
Gwen. In no time, we were out from the house, and I can confidently say that this was the first quality family time we have had in years. Henry rarely has time for us, he was either occupied with his mistress or engrossed in his company affairs. My heart swelled with joy upon seeing the gleaming expression on Jasmine's face; one glance was enough to tell her exhilaration for this outing. Witnessing my daughter radiate happiness like this was my ultimate goal; she was my greatest source of pride, after all. The drive seemed to be longer than I anticipated, and I couldn't help but wonder where Henry was taking us. Despite my polite inquiries, he refused to say anything to me, he was too preoccupied with making calls and barking orders at whoever was on the receiving end. At one point, I chose to remain silent and enjoy this rare opportunity to spend time with Henry… peacefully. Jasmine was beyond thrilled and couldn't stop talking; she bombarded us with questions every time we passed
Standing there with a shattered heart, I observed the pair in front of me. My thoughts wandered, wondering why Henry would bring us to this place when he knew his lover would be here. Why did he even take the time to be with us when he knew he couldn't be fully present?I tried to calm my racing heart and consider my options: should I go back inside to meet jasmine, or approach the two of them? After much contemplation, I decided to confront them. As I approached, it became clear that they were engaged in a heated argument. Henry's body was tense and alert, while the woman was the one doing all the talking."What's happening here?" I inquired, focusing my gaze on Henry and pretending not to see the lady next to him."Perfect! It's great that she's here, Henry. Why don't we fill her in on what's going on?" She sneered.I turned to Henry, but he refused to even acknowledge my presence. "Henry, why are you here? Jasmine has been looking for you," I said, trying to brush off the woman's c
Gwen.Throughout the car ride home, Henry remained silent, completely disregarding my presence. But I paid no mind to it; I knew it had become his preferred course of action. We arrived home just before dinner, and I carried the sleeping Jasmine out of the car. I turned to Henry, who had not bothered to come out."Are you not coming in?" I inquired. Sometimes I wondered why I even bothered with him, but he was my husband after all."No," he replied before turning the car around and driving off.I stood there, watching the car leave our home, for a long time. I only went inside when Jasmine stirred in my arms. I first went to her room and laid her down on her bed. I removed her dress and tossed it in the laundry basket. Then, I grabbed a damp towel and wiped her body, knowing she wouldn't sleep comfortably with a sweaty body. After that, I dressed her in a light nightgown and left the room once I was certain she was comfortable.Thankfully, Sheila was not around. It was a double stroke
Gwen's life flashed before her eyes as the word “divorce” echoed in her mind. She couldn't believe it. Henry was divorcing her - no, he had already divorced her. All that was left was for her to sign the papers, and that thought terrified her. Struggling to control her breathing, Gwen looked at Henry. He was staring at her like he was looking at something other than a person. “What do you mean, Henry?” She asked, still unsure of what she heard. “Don't tell me your ears are broken as well?” He sneered.But Gwen didn't have time for his taunts. If he wanted to mock her, he could do it later. Right now, the situation was far more serious than he could imagine. How dare he think he could divorce her whenever he pleased? When they signed the marriage certificate and exchanged vows, he promised to be with her until death did them part. So why was he suddenly bringing divorce papers to her?“I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Henry,” I said, picking up the papers from th
Gwen. I was right when I said that Emily was nothing but a slut, and she will continue being one. Henry knew it was true, but he wouldn't admit it. I mean, who would? Who would sit quietly and let someone insult the person they're in love with? As much as he tried to deny it, I was right. We became silent for a moment, both of us looking at each other straight in the eyes. Neither of us spoke, but with the tension and quietness around us, one would think we were preparing for war. He looked away and pulled back, his eyes staring at me as his nose scrunched up in disgust. “You'll sign those papers, and I swear you'll do it today.” I scoffed. So this was his way of avoiding the subject. But guess what? I wasn't done. “Do not try to avoid the subject here, Henry. We both know that she's the cause of whatever rift we have between us. She is the reason your daughter had to spend countless nights waiting up for you. She's the reason you abandoned your family and left us to stay in th
Gwen. The next morning, Henry was up, and his side of the bed was cold when I woke up, which meant that he had left many hours ago. I sighed, but didn't let that trouble me. My gaze peered at my little sunshine who was still sleeping beside me, a smile graced my lips, and I marveled at how peaceful and cute she looked even in her sleep. While sitting there lost in my thoughts, my mind went back to the conversation we had last night. “The divorce.” Henry was so persistent about it, and I wondered why I didn't give him what he wanted last night. I mulled over it last night while pretending to be asleep, there was no need to fight for him when I have already lost the fight. It was clear as day that Henry didn't and doesn't belong to me. He wants a divorce, so why not give it to him? He can go stay with Emily and his little family for all I care. I was done taking his bullshit and his tantrums, done hoping he would one day change his mind and be with me fully. Like they say, everyone