Chapter 4 Hello, Wife

Hello, Wife

As soon as I sent her the text, I dragged my lazy self up from my bed and began packing up my things into a suitcase. When I was done, I went to the parlor and told Sarah about tomorrow's trip, and to my surprise, she urged me to go. Although her reasons were valid, I needed to breathe some fresh air, but I had expected her to at least try compelling me to stay, but, it's okay, it's not like I wanted to face any obstacles whatever my decision.

First thing in the morning, I got ready to leave. Sarah wasn't around, so I left her a note.

Elaina had already booked a flight this time, before inviting me over. As if she already knew that I no longer had any excuse to give her or a reason to stay back in Los Angeles.

I dragged my boxes downstairs, hailed a taxi, and was ridden absentmindedly to the airport.

For a moment, my thoughts drifted to the woman I had seen atop Fred two nights ago. She had a sexy back and body entirely and knew how to use it. I could tell she was an expert. Remember I had been forced to watch those nasty videos on Google just to please Fred. I saw how the women in those videos did it and it was no different than what the woman who had been with Fred did. She was really flexible and good with her waist.

Sighing, I slouched on the seat of the car and tried to comfort myself with the words that relationships do end. It's a normal thing. Heartbreaks happen. People get tired of people. But, how I ever thought that someone like Fred who's from a wealthy home would devote himself fully to me? I am just a naive girl who got used. I was starting to drown in the pain of it all over again until the driver's voice came pulling me from my reverie.

"We are here Ms." His voice sounded faint. It took me a few minutes to return fully to reality.

"Oh!" I murmured when the driver's voice called me again. Thankfully he wasn't harsh, else I would have found my naive self crying at the moment.

I hurriedly got out of the car with my boxes and paid him, simultaneously apologizing for the delay.

"It's alright Ms." He said. "I figured you were sad. Whatever happened, don't let him get to you." My mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. Is it that noticeable that I am suffering heartbreak? "You are too pretty to walk the streets of Los Angeles with a sad face." When he said that, I found myself crying already. The foolish tears I had tried to control were overwhelming me. I quickly wiped them from my cheeks and offered him a smile.

"Thank You," I said and started to drag my bag towards the airport.

How do people even get over heartbreaks?

I exhaled sharply. It does pay to be experienced.

Probably later, when I must have arrived in DC, I'd figure out ways to get over a heartbreak.

I rolled my suitcases into the airport, but a group of huge men in black suits lined up in front of me, creating a barrier between me and the entrance. They had their hands crossed in front of them, and radios connected to their ears. And they had stoic expressions on their faces.

Instantly, I became scared. What was happening?

Looking up nervously at them, I said 'Hi' and offered them a smile, but their faces remained unchanged.

My grip on my suitcase tightened as I thought of who the men were and thought of what to do. But before I could even think of an escape, they had already encircled me.

"Boss, we found the woman, she's trying to leave the city."

My heart began to race with fear. These men looked like hired assassins or bodyguards. Why were they blocking my path, who had I offended and who was the person they had just spoken with on the phone? As I thought of it, a name suddenly came to mind.

Fred!

How dare he try to stop me from leaving the city after cheating on me? And how in heaven's name did he even get to find out that I was leaving the country? Sarah didn't tell him, did she? Poor girl, he must have forced her to tell him. The wealthy were used to oppressing the poor.

I felt disgusted and angry as I looked up at the men. I wanted to shout at them and ask them to get out of my way, but they were so huge and scary. I was just like an ant amid elephants.

I felt the urge to cry. Why were all the wrong things happening to me?

"Let her alone." An authoritative voice that sounded distinctly familiar said and the men in suits started dislodging from around me. This person that could give these men an order and they listen, must be the boss they had spoken with. He was certainly the reason for this harassment. But, that wasn't Fred's voice. Who then could it be? I looked up to see who the person was and familiar authoritative grey eyes greeted mine.

"Hello, wife!"

My entire body froze on seeing the stranger from the other night standing in front of me, with a tiny smirk playing at the side of his lips as he stared at me. I was shocked. I had thought that I would never see him again. That night, I had given him my first time with the intention of never meeting him afterward. I had believed I would never meet him again, but now, here he was, standing right in front of me in a pair of a black perfectly tailored suit, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone, leaving his chiseled chest in view, and looking as hot as he had that night.