There was even a time that I was mistaken in the clinic as a single mom since they never saw my husband with me. I tried to make an excuse that Hades was just busy but all the mom's there would say that no matter how busy your husband is, that they should always make time for family.
I just smiled softly at them, watching them have their husband by their side.
They looked happy.
Are all couples this happy? Or is it that they are hiding their pain behind those warm smiles?
Alas, there's no point delving into it.
I looked down at my tummy, and I felt something move.
"Don't worry baby, mommy will make sure to protect you no matter what." I smiled, rubbing soft circles on my stomach.
I went home right after the check up.
I saw his car parked outside so I know that he must be home right now.
I followed what he wanted and I didn't bug him anymore. For weeks I didn't try talking to him, nor did I attempt to strike a conversation even when we're in the same place.
Sometimes I would hear him talking to another woman on the phone. I once tried to pry and ask him who it was but he only ended up shouting at me.
It was hurting me, and I slowly started regretting all the decisions I have made in my life.
If I had just let him be with my sister. Would everything be fine? Would he have been happier with her?
I shook my head at the thought and smiled sadly as I headed up the stairs.
Even before I reached the second floor I heard the sound of the door opening, and a sound of a woman giggling erupted, making my brows clench together.
"That was fun."
"This is the last time. I already told my assistant to give you what you want. Now leave before my wife finds you here."
I stayed still, hiding behind the wall as I listened to their conversation.
"Wife?" The woman chuckled. "If I didn't know any better I wouldn't have guessed that you have a wife." She said,
"What are you saying?" Hades responded coldly.
"Nothing." The girl answered calmly, "It's just funny how many people want to get married yet here you are wasting your time cheating on your wife. You're the living example of why many people nowadays are afraid to get married." She said, stunning me in place.
"Who are you to say that when you're just a slut I picked up, nothing more than a bed warmer?" I could hear the disdain and pent up anger on Hades' voice.
"You might think so low of me, and maybe you should. And you're right, I'm just a slut, but at least I'm not a hypocrite like you who pretends to care when you don't. You got tired of me, sure, but I'm certain you'll jump to the next woman who'll cling to you." She said, and my heart felt like it had been stabbed a million times hearing what she said.
I clutched my chest and tried to drown their voices away.
How many times has this happened, twice? Three times? I can't even count anymore.
How long will I have to endure this?
"A piece of advice, Hades. We can't always get what we want in this life. If you're already tired...then let go. Or else, you will make everyone around you suffer until you no longer have anyone to turn to." She muttered in a solemn voice, then I heard footsteps coming near me by the stairs.
I didn't move, not because I was frozen in fear, but because I wanted to see who it was this time.
For her to say such things to Hades, who exactly is she?
After a few seconds, a figure finally emerged from the corner and I saw a black haired woman come out.
She has sharp features, and the moment her gaze landed on me, there wasn't a hint of shock in them, instead, she smiled warmly and expressed a guilty look.
"I'm sorry," she muttered before walking down the stairs.
I didn't pull her hair like those in the movies, nor did I shout at her. Not because I was afraid, but because I was tired.
Tired of all of this.
Is this my punishment? For forcing a man's love? Please...I'm too tired, I can't deal with this anymore. But... How can I go? Where can I even go? I have no one.
I wiped the tears from my face and gulped a couple of times before I composed myself.
I then pretended like nothing happened and walked to my room. Hades was still standing in the hallway and our eyes met, he looked shocked at first but then he masked it with a glare.
I smiled curtly at him not bothering to speak before I opened the door to my room and got in.
He must have expected that I'd lash out again, but I didn't like fighting with him.
If I get too angry at him, it will affect the baby. For now, I will endure, just until my baby is born.