Chapter 4 Asia.

It was few minutes past noon when a tired Asia finally made herself comfortable in the living room. She stretched her aching and swollen feet on the couch with a tired sigh and made use of the TV remote. Content with the ongoing program, she pulled a big plate full of roasted scrambled eggs and started to ease her craving. She was seven months along, tired, huge and definitely unhappy.

It wasn't easy staying where you weren't wanted anymore. But she still held on because she believed she still loved her husband; perhaps it was a trying phase, and one day, just one day, it would cease, and everything would go back to the way it used to be. She also held on because of her son; she didn't want to deny him a home with both his parents. As long as Wallace never hurt their children, she'd hold on just for them.

Her phone started ringing on the table near her, so she let go of her fork and stretched her free hand to retrieve it. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the caller ID, and she immediately answered. "Hey, Mom!" She beamed.

"Sweety, how are you?"

"Better now that you called! I'm sorry, I didn't call these past few weeks; I was a little bit..." she thought for a moment, "...preoccupied." She explained.

"You sound pretty tired to me. And it's okay; there is no need to explain yourself. How have you been lately? Are you happy? Does he treat you right? Why don't you let me visit you? I sure am tired of watching my grandson grow up on cam!"

There they were. The same questions she dreaded, and what hurts the most is that she always lied. "You know how it is with my condition, always out of breath." She giggled. "I'm okay mommy, I'm happy. He treats me like a fragile glass. He's a perfect gentleman."

"You're my daughter Asia; I can sense it when something is not right." Her mother pressed.

"It's natural for you to worry, you haven't seen me for four years now, and it gets worse that we live a thousand miles apart from each other. I've talked to Wallace; he has promised me that we'll both go there to visit soon." She informed.

"Really?" Her mother sounded doubtful.

"Oh, yes, Mommy! I hope Dad will receive us. I wish he'd just forgive me." Asia rubbed away a tear on her cheek.

"We both know how stubborn he really is, but deep down, he truly loves you." Her mother comforted her.

"Maybe he does, but it never felt like he loved me enough. I've always felt like he cared for me for your sake. It's different with Zack and Aiden, and you're a witness to that." Asia complained.

"No, no, don't say that! And please don't let yourself get upset; think about your current condition; it's not good for the baby!" Her mother warned.

Asia sniffled. She couldn't help it. Everything was too much for her lately, and she was barely holding on. Her current condition wasn't helping either; her hormones were all over the place. Sometimes she wished she'd just confide to her mother about everything. She had no one to talk to, and she was lonely.

She heard the front door open, and she frowned. What was her husband doing home this early today? "Uh, mom. Something just came up. I have to go now; please send my greetings to everyone. I love you!"

They said their goodbyes, and she hung up before hauling herself up on her feet. Her sensitive ears caught on some kind of a commotion. Curious, she slowly made her way out of the large living room, and when her feet stepped into the hallway, funny voices greeted her ears. With a heavy heart, she froze and turned her head towards the entrance only to confirm what she heard earlier before leaving her couch.

Right before her stood her husband, making out with a woman who was pinned by the wall, moaning as she vigorously caressed her man and clearly impatient for what was to come. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stood there, utterly shocked, looking at the two horny love birds in her matrimonial home kissing the life out of each other without care.

The woman was the first to notice her and hurriedly removed herself from Wallace, pushing him away from her as she stared wide-eyed at the heartbroken Asia. She was pretty, a full inch taller than her, with a flawless olive complexion and curvaceous body.

Wallace followed his woman's gaze before his eyes landed on his crying wife, who stood in the middle of the hallway. Shock briefly crossed his features before irritation took its place. He narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be grocery shopping by now?"

She felt spent, utterly wasted. She felt weak on her knees, so she took a few steps back and leaned over a nearby wall.

"I believe I just asked you a question!" He coldly pressed through gritted teeth.

Asia sniffled as fresh tears fell from her face. She didn't understand where she went wrong with him or why was he doing this to her. Why was he like this? Why did he do that to her, on her face?

Wallace was about to pounce at her, when the woman abruptly held his hand. "We only have less than an hour, and I'm not doing it here anymore. Come, let's go somewhere else!"

She hurriedly slid into her shoes and pulled Wallace along, leading them out of the house. 'This is not over' was written all over his face, and Asia quietly slid down and continued to sob, louder at every passing second.

Life is all about choices, and she regretted her's dearly.