Chapter 6 6. . Caught On In a Hotel Room

"Hopefully, I'll catch up"

As I turned the corner I saw them at the end of the hallway opening and entering a unit door that I didn't know how many rows of numbers it was, it didn't matter because I already knew where the door was.

Deg... Deg... Deg

Linar's eyes began to heat up, she touched her chest which was throbbing with more pain. She froze at the end of the turning wall.

It's a good thing the hotel is quiet, probably because the tenants are hardworking people who come home late at night. Hah, what a luxurious building. Why go to a hotel or who paid for the room among them.

My overthinking scattered again in my head and it was like a hand was beating on my chest again.

I saw my hands shaking worse, I clenched my fingers as if I was clutching my chest that was beating rapidly to stop.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly over and over again, I straightened up and then reached for a small device and switched on the video camera. When I was sure I put it in my left breast pocket.

'I hope it fits' I muttered.

And turning around I lifted my chin with cold hands linked together in strength. I stepped slowly as I reassembled my strength.

I gasped when the janitor came out of the unit door in front of me. He was even surprised by my reaction.

I tried to smile and ah, "Excuse me, can I ask you a favor?" I asked him.

After explaining what and how I stood half a meter away from the door of the unit my husband and the woman had entered, I waited my turn.

Already twice the janitor pressed the bell, he turned to Linar who was immediately given the code to continue pressing the bell. Which the man obeyed.

Click.

At the sound of the door opening, Linar held her breath as her heartbeat quickened. The appearance of a woman in very revealing nightwear emerged from behind it.

"Ya, what's going on?" A female voice was heard speaking from inside the room.

Linar's jerk turned her head but she was still silent, nailing herself to the defense.

"Sorry, ma'am room service," said the male attendant.

"Room service? I haven't booked it yet, you freak!" the woman snapped.

"Sorry."

"What's wrong?" Dean's voice interrupted them which made me and the woman gasp for different reasons.

I walked quickly to make the male officer retreat, seeing the woman looking back in response to Dean's interruption, I roughly pushed the door wider.

I almost lost my voice as I scanned the white-robed female body with most of her white arms and thighs exposed.

"You?" The woman's accusation was flabbergasted,

I quickly roused myself and walked again deliberately bumping the woman's shoulder roughly.

I turned around and Dean turned quickly towards me, our bodies staring back at each other in different ways, me with a glaring but fragile look and Dean who was surprised he straightened his shoulders and approached me.

"Linar?" called Dean hoarsely as he started to look confused.

I seemed to have lost a lot of blood by now, my skin was pale, my head was dizzy. my vision was blurred, my chest was rumbling even more violently.

Now I realized that I hadn't even eaten anything since this afternoon. But, that's not torture enough. What's most excruciating is the sight before my eyes right now.

A shirtless adult man was in the same room with a revealing woman. How could I, his wife, refrain from wondering. What was my husband doing with that woman in this room?

I was drowning from the shock and various speculation babbling in my head, I didn't realize Dean stepped quickly and grabbed my arm before I completely collapsed but I quickly brushed his hand away.

I looked up to stare into the depths of eyes that were filled with shock and defeat to the point of anxiety.

"I can explain, Lin!" Dean said, grabbing my hand which I immediately countered with a hard slap on his right cheek.

My husband looked down before turning his head. I slapped him again on the left cheek harshly.

I moved back two steps, smiled wryly and nodded weakly.

"Oh of course. Because I know what it's like to not be given a chance to explain, and to be an ignorant fool who is easily lied to."

The last sentence I uttered managed to make Dean's face scrunch up and take offense.

He ruffled his hair in frustration and hissed as he apologized, "Get out Dera!" Dean commanded hoarsely

"What? No way, you know I only wear skimpy lingerie under this short robe. No, people will think I'm a call girl!"

"That's a fact, isn't it?" I snapped.

"What?"

"You're a call girl, a cheap bitch who's fornicating with someone's husband, right?" I scoffed.

"What, how dare you fucking, damn you such..."

"Get out Dera!" Dean snapped sternly, glaring in a sign that no further refusal was necessary.

Dera gasped as she looked annoyed at Dean, she stepped back with an annoyed smack on her lips.

"No need!" I added. I turned lazily to Dera.

"You're already the bitch who ruined my wedding, so let's settle things the adult way!"

"LINAR!"

"What, why don't you want to involve her when you're letting her in and ruining our wedding?"

"Oh, or is this your way of protecting your bitch from my wrath, is that it, babe?" I snapped with a trembling voice, I glared with tears welling up in my eyes.

"I'd better go," Dera muttered, turning around in a hurry.

"Tell your woman to stay, Dean. Or I'll make a big deal out of it!" I hissed.

Tell your woman to stay, Dean. Or I'll make a big deal out of it!" I hissed.

Dean looked at me angrily, he blinked harshly and walked away then shouted "Linar listen! shit! Why are you here anyway, huh?" snapped Dean angrily.

I knew he would be this angry and I was determined to finish it even though it would be hard to finish.

"Dera, you can't come out or I'll run you over at Derara's boutique, come here!" My words are threatening.

Then Dean turned around with a surprised face, they all turned around and surprised in the same way and Dean was the one who immediately approached in front of me.

I shook my head and sat down on the soft white sofa. Straightening up.

"Why are you just standing? Please sit down!" I commanded, managing to stabilize my voice.

"What can you explain, Dean?" I asked in a weak voice. It was only when I realized that my body had gone limp that I leaned back with my trembling hands covered by my handbag.

The thought of who knows what my husband was doing with a woman wearing a white robe in which Dera said she was only wearing skimpy lingerie, made the blood supply in my head decrease.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw Dera take a seat near Dean. My husband realizes that and he gets up to sit beside me. And I held back the tightness in my chest as I looked down, overwhelmed as my chest and dizzy head attacked me simultaneously.

"Linar?"

I raised my hand to give Dean the code not to touch me even in my weakened state.

"Babe, are you okay?" asked Dean frantically ignoring my prohibition. Dean touched my shoulder to face him, cupped my face with his hand and turned my face to look at him.

"Did you realize you just called me 'babe' in front of your bitch. Aren't you afraid she'll sulk and not give you tonight's rations, eh?" I asked mockingly with glassy eyes and a trembling voice.

Dean opened his mouth and immediately closed it again with a shocked and disappointed look, "I'm sorry Lin, i admit it that i..."

Deg!