Chapter 5 How Dare You

Rose stood there like a fool, completely speechless, unable to imagine the words to describe what she was feeling; her whole world had just crumbled. The man she had bet her entire life on was in bed with one of the people she detested the most in the world, her stepmother.

"Patrick, what is going on?" She finally found the courage to speak. As she filled with tears, her hands trembling, and her bag slipped off her hands, she gulped down repeatedly with a finger crossed, hoping he had a better explanation, or at most, begging for it all to be a nightmare.

Patrick got off the bed, attempting to put some clothes on as he walked towards her. Sandy sat on the bed comfortably with the blanket wrapped around her chest, like she was right where she should be.

"Rose I can explain; please let me explain," he muffled, trying to reach for her hands, but Rose took a few steps back, pulling away from him. She didn't want him anywhere close to her; all she wanted was an explanation.

"What the hell is going on?" she repeated, tears rolling down her cheeks as she gazed at Patrick with confusion and warmth because she still loved him.

Sandy sniggered; she then placed her hands over her mouth to compose herself.

Rose grunted, her teeth gnashing as she glared at Sandy. She hated the nerve Sandy had to sit on her bed and act like it was her house, and that what she just caught doing was normal and right.

"Patrick!" Rose yelled

"What explanation do you want that is not quite clear to the eyes, or are you daft?" Sandy blurted out, glaring at Rose.

"Keep your rotten mouth out of the conversation; this is a conversation between me and my husband, so keep that dirty mouth away!" Rose yelled, her eyes nearly popping, hatred and sadness all visible on her face, but that was not enough to scare a psycho like Sandy away, not when she was used to seeing Rose's soft and reserved side.

"Husband?" Sandy laughed, and Rose arched her brows. "You mean my boyfriend," she added.

Rose turned to Patrick in awe and shock. "What is she talking about?" she muffled.

Patrick buried his face, a little embarrassed to say a word.

"Patrick, say something! Don't just leave me here like a fool!" She yelled, jerking him.

"Oh, allow me to do the honors." Sandy interrupted, getting up from the bed. She picked up her dress and put it on while Patrick and Rose watched her.

"Your husband and I have been together for more than six months; that's half the time you both have been married, and we've been sleeping with each other like those in relationships do. Each time you go on a business trip in your little under-the-block company, I spend the week with him so he does not get lonely; this is technically my house whenever you're not around. Oh, and in case you don't know, I got him the job he has currently; what else? That pretty much covers everything. Patrick and I love each other, and there is nothing you can do about it." Sandy blurted, with a smirk of pleasure plastered on her face.

She was enjoying the shock and disbelief written on Rose's face; it was as though she had won the lottery.

Rose shut her eyes as tears rolled down. She had seen some signs of items that didn't belong to her in the house, but she never assumed or expected Patrick to cheat on her, and most of all, not with Sandy.

Anger filled her veins, flowing through every nerve in her body. She widened her palm.

SMACK!

She landed a hard slap on Sandy's cheek, and her hands left a mark on her face. Rose proceeded to attack Sandy, but Patrick caught her, holding her back from attacking.

"You wench! I'd kill you today! You monster!" She yelled, trying to fight away from Patrick's grip so she could deal with her.

"Sandy, please leave already; just go!" Patrick said this to Sandy, who dashed out of the bedroom.

Rose jerked herself away from Patrick.

"Rose, I can explain." He muttered

SMACK!

Rose slapped him hard across the face.

"YOU DISGUSTING CHEAT!" She yelled as tears continued to flow down her cheeks. Her heart was breaking; she thought she had finally gotten a chance at true happiness, but it was never real.

Patrick stood without saying a word as he watched Rose cry her eyes out.

"How could you do this to me? I loved you." I muffled

"I loved you too," he answered.

"And you had the nerve to cheat? On our matrimonial bed in our home! Not once, Rick, not twice, but multiple times! Is that how you express your love? Is that something you do to someone you love?" she yelled.

"You're right, maybe I never truly loved you; maybe I cared for you, but with Sandy, I feel something, something I don't feel with you, and I am sorry, Rose; I never intended to hurt you like this," Patrick blurted nonchalantly.

Rose gasped; she could not believe what she just heard. "Patrick!" she yelled, as her heart broke into pieces.

As she made her way to attack him, she felt a sharp pain in her belly. She groaned in pain and halted, rubbing her belly.

"Rose, are you okay?" Patrick asked

She cried out, "My belly, my belly hurts; it hurts."

Patrick gasped as he took a few steps away from her.

"What is the matter? What happened?" She asked, and she felt a cold liquid stream down her lap.

Rose looked down and saw herself covered in blood; she had lost her baby.

"No!"

"No!!"

"No!!" She cried out in pain as she fell to the ground. She held the blood in her hands, crying so loudly that she could go deaf from her voice.

"Rose," Patrick called, attempting to reach her.

"Keep away from me." Patrick, don't you dare lay your hands on me! Get away!" She yelled, and Patrick made his way out of the room.

Mourning her baby, Rose sat on the floor, wondering where it all went wrong. Ever since she got married to Patrick, she has done nothing but support him, love him, and even give him expensive gifts with her hard-earned money. She never saw signs that he was cheating or reasons why he was cheating.

She cried and cried till she finally fell asleep.

The following morning, Rose heard loud noises coming from the car park. She groaned as she lifted herself off the floor.

"Who are the ones making such noises?" she grunted.

As she got up, she realized she was still stained with the blood from her miscarriage. Tears flowed down her cheek as memories of what happened the night before flooded her mind.

As she made her way to the bathroom to get a mop and a mop bucket, she heard the door to the living room jerk open like someone just burst his way in.

"Where is she?"

"Where is that monster?" She heard noises coming from the living room.

She made her way to the living room to check on who it was, and she found Louisa standing next to her with guns and cuffs.

The police officer made their way towards her with the cuff. "Mrs. Rose Smith, you are under arrest for the murder of your father, Mister Jean Dom? Please come with us." The police blurted