Kristel's POV
Kristel's POV
"How many times do I need to tell you that I only go home when I want?" My husband said as he dragged me to the parking lot.
.after I slap the bitch's face she were shouting and crying so hard reason to get my good wife out of her cave. He had no cover other than the boxer he was wearing. At first he was shocked to see me, not expecting to see me. .he thought maybe I would never know his new den.
"Can't you see I'm busy--" I quickly interrupted what it was saying.
"Busy?" I sacrastically harvested, then removed the arm from his grasp. "Busy from what? .busy from fucking another pussy? "
Suddenly his forehead met then he pointed at me. "Watch your language woman" he promised me.
"Yes, I'm watching my language like I'm watching your dirty deeds!" .I smiled at his face "My God, Dexter! We've been married for a few years, I've caught you a few times, but why aren't you there ?!" I shout here. Tears again.
.I can't count how many times I've rushed in and faced his fittings. You may call me desperate wife but I have all the reason to slap the bitches faces and drag my husband because after all, I'm the real wife. .you won't expect me to cry in the corner of the room waiting for my beloved husband to come home. I'm not that weak.
"Am I not enough to warm your bed ?! I gave everything to you! My heart, my body and even my soul! .I've been a good wife to you for all the years we're married. I haven't done anything wrong to you and I haven't lacked love for you, but why do you always show and make me feel that I am so lacking for you? "
."Because I don't need your Love, Kristel! For fuck's sake! Stop acting like you're my wife!"
"I am your WIFE, Dexter! I'm your damn Wife!" I shouted at him.
"You're just my wife in paper, Kristel ..don't act as if we are married because of love "cold It says.
"On paper or not, in the eyes of man and the law, let's get married Dex! Why can't your cousin accept that you're married to me? Why can't you love me until now? .is it because of him? To your ex-- "
My heart almost jumped with excitement as he quickly gripped my two shoulders tightly.
"Don't you ever underestimate Kianna, Kristel..and don't ever touch him with us because you haven't seen what I can do to you "he threatened as his eyes glazed over.
He let go of my shoulder and then turned his back on me. .he walked quickly to his car then drove it fast and left me. Miserable and unloved.
I could do nothing but cry because of what he had done to me. He was very different from my friend Dexter and I loved him back then.
.why can't you love me back, Dex?
Why not just me?
third Person's POV
"Come on, Kris. That's enough. You're drunk" cried Sophie, Kristel's friend to her.
They are currently at her friend’s house now because they are attracted. They didn't expect their friend to feel anything.
"N-no, I'm not yet drunk, guysh." Promise it to friends who are already worried about him.
He forced himself to stand in front of his friends. "Shee? I can shtill shtand? H-I'm not lashing yet" he said obviously something was right, then he knocked the bottle he was holding again.
It almost collapsed when it tried to step forward. Fortunately, his friends were quick to follow him.
"God, Kristel! Stop it. You're really drunk. See? You can't even take a step." Klare said holding her friend and then slowly sitting him on the couch.
"I'm not even lashing ..." he promised again. He pointed to his left chest and then stabbed me. "... I still feel pain here," he said in a tearful way. "I-if I'm lashing, I-it shouldn't hurt anymore, right? But it still hurts. It still hurts so much ..." he said before drinking alcohol again.
She was hurting, alright. She doesn’t know how many times her husband has made her face that she doesn’t need him, that she doesn’t love him. She already lost count of it. Ever since they got married, her husband never act warm on her nor sweet. He's always cold and distant. And even in their own bed she feels alone even though the husband is just on the other side of the bed.
But she never gave up. Even though they've been married for two years, she's still hoping that someday, she'll receive the love and affection she's been wanting from her husband. He will not give up no matter what his wife does. She already lost someone special and she will not let her husband lose her.
'I won't give up Fortaliza. Before you die, you will still love me back '
And with that thought and a lone tear in her eyes, she fell asleep.
Friends looked at each other. Even they felt sorry for their friend because of his martyrdom to his wife. They had told her several times to leave her husband but she was too weak to do so.
"What happened again? Why is he getting super drunk again?" Trisha asked the two friends.
Sophie gasped in the air before answering her friend. "You're still asking. Edi the usual. He went to Dexter's new fixture again."
"Dexter has a new fixture again?" Klare asked incredulously.
"Like, duhh! Sissy! When did that man lose his hook? Even if you cut the eggplant, he'll still be looking for a woman he can finger" Sophie replied with the action of fingering herself .
The two frowned at what the friend had done. Sophie's always blunt and shameless. When she wants to say something, she won’t think twice and just say what she wanted to say.
"Sometimes I wonder why Dex was like that? I mean, back when we were just in high school and college, I never expected him to be like this. He's the goody-two-shoes, isn't he? The ignorant nonsense." It's just a lesson. " Trisha promises friends as they remember their former friend Dexter James.
"You're right, sis. Actually, Tristan is the one I don't expect to be stupid when he gets married" Sophie said so Klare quickly looked at him. "No offense sissy but that's really how I thought of Tristan then. Quickly change women. But hey! Look at him now. So madly inlove with you. I've never heard him go crazy since you became official after college"
Klare smiled proudly. "I'm good at making sure," he told his friends.
"You mean, you're good in bed!" Trisha yelled then they parted ways with Sophie.
"Well, you can say that too" Klare replied then they laughed three times.
"But seriously, girls. Do you think Kianna's departure has anything to do with Dex's current behavior?" Clare asked.
"I think, what, I don't know. But it seems like nothing because Dexter and Kianna never were, right?" Sophie's promise
"What's wrong? They've become no! There's something in them, isn't there?" Trisha's defense.
"Hey no! Hello! It's just Mutual Understanding but they didn't become official!" Sophie's defense.
"M.U man or official, it's the same! They have the same feelings so they're ready to have a gf and bf. That's how it is in other countries. Just date, it means you're dating" said Trisha who was agreed by Clare.
"Well, we're not in another country, girl. So they're just M.U., but they've never been ON" Sophie said still not giving up.
Kristel's POV
Well, we're not abroad, girl. So they're just M.U., but they've never been ON "
I could only hear the three of them talking. I was never asleep. I just close my eyes to stop the tears that are starting to flow.
"Ex or not, what could be the reason why Dexter is different now?" I heard Clare ask.
The surroundings became quiet for a moment.
"No, he's blaming Kristel for her cousin's death?" Clare asked.
Am I the one Dexter is blaming? Am I really the one he blames for Louie’s disappearance? But I never wished that to happen. Everyone knows that.
"That's a foul girl! We all know that Kristel is innocent in that matter! She's not at fault because she's just a victim and we all know that!" Trisha's defense.
"Well, WE think that Kristel is innocent. Eh what does Dexter think about dun? We know Dexter blames Kristel about dun then agreed to marry Kris so that he can repay it" said Klare.
To reciprocate?
So he just agreed to our marriage to get revenge?
Why didn't I think of that! Maybe he is blaming me about that accident. How can I be so damn insensitive ?!
"You know, girl. You've watched and read too much Drama. Stop it. This is reality. Dexter isn't that kind of person even though he's changed now. Like duhh, if he just agreed to choke --- I "I want to marry Kristel, to get revenge, I wish he had just killed Kris. But look, he's still alive and still feeling sick" Sophie defended
"We know, gradually being killed by the disease?" Even Clare.
"Stop it, Clare. Ok, stop that about dead. Stop this conversation" Sophie said then I heard her drinking alcohol
"It's either because Dex wants revenge for the loss of his cousin so he's doing it or because they weren't the ones Kianna stayed with" Trisha said.
"I said STOP right? Another one either-either you I'll break that bottle on your forehead!"
"It's wild! Is that the effect when the puday isn't submerged?" The office is clear.
"rude!"
Kristel's POV
I woke up because of the sound of bottles and plastic. I tried to cover my ear with the pillow I was using but when I tried to move my head it hurts! Shit! Hang over!
I just tried to open my eyes and I would almost close it again because of its beam. Heck! The sun's rays are high. What time is it?
"I'm sorry Ma'am, did we wake up?" A voice of an old lady ask me gently.
I tried to open my eyes wider and look for the old lady. There, I found her standing in front of Sophie with a garbage bag in her right hand and bottles on her left hand.
"No, Manang." I naswered politely and try to move a muscle.
I was holding my head when it suddenly hit it again.
'Argh! Hangovers! '
I gently massage my temples to ease the pain.
I really hate getting drunk and wake up with a severe pain in my head.
"Are you okay Ma'am? Wait, I'll take you medicine" Manang promised I heard her weak footsteps away.
I settled down on the couch and looked around. I found the girls lying on the floor and Trisha is snoring. I look at Sophie who sleeps with her mouth open on the other couch.
'Eww. Spoiled saliva'
Maybe Sophie heard my thought and move gently and wipe her saliva from her cheeks. Like a kid.
Klare is sleeping peacefully while smiling.
'Is she dreaming?'
"Tristan ... don't go there. I'm tickling ..." she said while sleeping.
Is she dreaming about getting fuck by her boyfriend?
I shrug the thought and look for my phone instead. I found it lying on the floor with the other bitches' phones.
I reached for it and opened it.
Oh, it was 7:43 am.
Haysss. It's still early. It would be nice if I had to go now, because ---
0_0
Wait ... what day it is?
I reached for my phone again and look at the date today.
Wednesday.
"Oh shit!" I hurriedly get up from the couch cause me to lose my balance and fell again.
God, this hangover!
I tried to get up again and fight my headache. It's already 7 and I'm fucking lateee.
I looked for my bag and sandals. I need to get out because Dex might be looking for me in the office. I will not wait for nanny for medicine.
"Hey, Kris, good morning ..." Sophie looked up.
"Good morning, Sop. I'm sorry for last night. I'll make it up to you guys next week. I really gotta go. I'm so late. Goodbye!" I said as I put my sandals on and run through the door of her condominium.
"Take care!" I heard her shout before I finally close the door.
*****
8:56 AM.
I'm in the parking lot and I'm just looking for space for my car. When I parked my car, I immediately got out of the car and hurried to the elevator in the parking lot.
The guard there greeted me good morning so did I.
I was unable to eat when I got home. Dexter is gone and he is definitely in the office at that time. I asked our maid if Dexter looked for me last night or even ask where am I, but to my dissapointment, he didn't go home last night. They asked me why I was looking for him, they thought we were together. I have to lie so I did. No one knows that my wife is making me except my friends.
Maybe he was in the fixture again so he didn't go home.
It hurts. Yes. But I have to hold to this relationship we have. This is the only conncetion I have with him and I cannot let it go to waste. We were only two years old. I know, in God's right timing, Dexter will eventually love me as much as I love him. So I'm not giving up.
Martyr na martyr. You guys will understand when you fall inlove.