One More Chance novel Chapter 22

~~ I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show. I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control, but I'm just drunk enough to let go on my pain. To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes 'cause tonight I wanna cry...~~~

-Keith Urban-

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A week has passed and when I thought Luke would finally stop doing such thing in our house and that he would never bring any woman anymore, I guess I was wrong.

Yeah... because he didn't bring that woman but a different one who was louder than the first.

I really wanted to shout and brag in his room while they were in the middle of their fucking session, but I don't want to hurt my pride anymore, I just did what I did the last time. I shut myself in the bathroom and cried the pain all night until I passed out.

And when the morning came, I immediately took a bath and with the used of concealer, I succeed in hiding my eye bags and the swelling of my eyes. I went to the kitchen before 6:00 am and tried to act and move normally as if nothing had happened.

I think this is what I'm going to do every time my husband would brought a woman or let say women and fucked them in his room. I will never let him know and see how hurt I got because I remembered he said that my tears were like vitamins to his blood. Every time he sees me cry, it makes him strong and determined to pull me down and hurt me more.

I guess this is what they called... the new normal...

My mom and nanny first thought me how to cook when I was in sixth grade. At that moment I learned how to cook my own meal without the help of our maids. Yes, Dale and I were born with a silver spoon but our parents thought us how to be independent at a young age.

We have learned different house chores... washing dishes, washing our clothes, cleaning our room, even gardening and cooking. So what Luke had said about me that I was just 'princess' who knows nothing but to ask and then I'll get it immediately--- well, he was wrong. Definitely wrong.

I cooked a stuffed omelette with bacon and cheese filling, belgian style waffles with blueberry toppings, ham and potato pancakes. I also made fruit smoothies since there were bananas on top of the table.

I was about to take off my apron when the uninvited guest entered the kitchen. I felt my blood rise immediately in my head as she sat in my favorite spot and grabbed one of my belgian waffles.

I know who she is... my husband's new fucking buddy. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and I simply left my apron hanging on my neck. I walked over to the table and slapped the woman's hand before she could pick up the potato pancakes.

"Ouch! Why did you slap my hand?" Her eyes widened and so did the holes of her nose.

I mentally rolled my eyes and laughed in my head when I saw how she looked like. Jeez! I looked ten times more human-looking than she was! I couldn't believe this type of woman was Luke's type!

"Who the hell are you?" She stood up and I raised an eyebrow.

"I think it's me who should ask you that question, woman! Who are you and what are you doing at my house and especially here in my kitchen?"

"Your kitchen?" She repeated, smirking. "I'm Levy and I'm Luke's girlfriend, so get out of my face because I'm hungry!"

I pushed the food away from her when she sat down again.

"Well, I'm sorry but I am Luke's wife, so if I were you I would immediately run out of this house before I stab your throat!"

But she just laughed at me.

"Oh, you little brat, what did you say--- you're Luke's wife? Haha... you looked like his youngest maid than his wife! No offense, huh?" and she laughed again which caused my blood to reach the highest degree. I took off my apron and hit her.

"Ouch! Are you crazy---oh, so you're pregnant!" She said in shock when she noticed my belly.

"Yes, so do you believe me now?" I asked, taking a step towards her and held her wrist as I saw my husband entering the kitchen from the corner of my eyes. And without waiting for any second, I screamed, putting my other hand on my belly.

"Ouch! Don't touch me, I'm pregnant!" I pretended to be hurt.

She frowned, trying to remove her hand from my grip but I held it tightly. She didn't notice Luke was just a few steps behind her. "What the hell---"