~LYDIA
It has been one week. One week since I caught my husband kissing that snake that was supposed to be my best friend.
One week since I left him behind, since I walked away from the gated house that has threatened to suffocate the hell out of me from the moment he took me there.
One week since I left my husband alone with Morgana in that house, not caring if they ended up together or not.
Seven days since I gave up on the marriage I was supposed to be happy in.
I thought I would be happier without having to worry about him. Or her. That the freedom would make me happy.
It was harder than I thought.
I think I might be losing my mind. Because I was bored to death.
And a very tiny part of me missed Joey. I knew that was stupid of me, but no matter how much I tried, I was unable to squash that part away.
It doesn't matter though. As far as I was concerned, Joey does not exist to me. He belonged to my past, and that was where he stayed.
Now. Back to the issue of my boredom. I had absolutely nothing to do. After I left my husband's house, I had hailed a cab with the rest of the cash I had left, and I told the driver to take me to an hotel.
It was at the hotel that I figured out that the card Joey had handed to me some days before I left was a black card.
A fucking black card.
Which meant that I had the money to do anything and everything. In my fit of rage, I had done shopping impulsively. I bought everything and anything that caught my fancy, even things I didn't need.
I switched my cell phone off to prevent him from calling me, and I splurged as much as I wanted.
But I got tired afterwards. I wasn't that type of woman. I didn't get much pleasure in blowing money away in stores, buying clothes I most definitely will not end up wearing.
So I stopped. And my life had been suspended in a state where I was either disgusted, enraged, or sad.
I sighed as I turned on my side again. The hotel bed was soft and fluffy, but I was not comfortable. How could I be, when I had nothing to do? When all I could think about was my cheating husband and how he turned out to be so different from the man I thought he was.
The man everyone thought he was.
I turned again. Now that I was out though, what the hell was I supposed to do with my life? I had no memory, nothing to fall back on. The man who had been my anchor to the living world was no more, and I had to figure things out myself.
I started to think. What was it that I could do? I knew for a fact that I was a very good cook. I loved cooking. Joey had been wrong on that part when he told me I hated cooking before the accident.
Should I open a restaurant then? That would take a lot of work. Besides, I knew nothing about building or buying buildings for restaurants.
Which made that option useless.
I turned again. Something vibrated against my skin. I jumped. What was that?
I turned around and the vibration came on again.
When I found the source, my brows furrowed into a frown. It was my cell phone.
Why was it vibrating against my skin? But most importantly, why the hell was it on?
I didn't remember switching it back on, but I must have. With a sigh, I picked it up and was about to switch it back off when something caught my eyes.
Of course there was a million missed calls and texts from Joey. I ignored those. But the number I was interested in, the one that sent just a single text, was an unknown number.
I wondered who it could be.
I unlocked my phone and clicked on the text. My breath deserted me in a whoosh. My eyes bulged as I took in the image, and my heart was slapping against my chest so violently that I could hear it rattling.
What the actual fuck was this?
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe my eyes was disintegrating and I needed to get them checked. Because if what I just saw was true, I had no explanation for it.
Rage slammed into me, and unable to stop myself, I stared at the picture again.
It was an image of Morgana. And she was standing before a mirror, stark naked. That wasn't the issue. Morgana could send her nudes to the public, and I would not give a single shit.
What made my blood boil with anger was the fact that Morgana had taken that picture in Joey's house.
My house.
Which meant that she was in there. With my husband.
Disappointed trickled into my blood to mix in with the anger. I knew I said I didn't care if they ended up together, but a part of me was still holding on to the fact that Joey would not do that to me.
But apparently, I had been proven wrong. Again.
Because my husband seemed to have moved Morgana into the house.
Different feelings struggled for my attention, and I didn't know what to feel. Anger? Sadness? Disgust? Regret? Disappointment?
Before I could pick a feeling and settle on it, my phone rang. It was the number that sent that damning image.
Morgana.
I didn't want to pick it, but I also did not want to let her know how much her picture affected me.
So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and picked up.
"I saw that you've seen my image. What do you think? Sexy, right?" she said immediately the call connected, not bothering to let me speak first.
I let her feel the sneer in my voice as I responded.
"You must be having fun," I retorted sharply. Morgana laughed at my words.
"Oh, you have no idea. I called to say thank you though. Really. You would not have left if you knew that your husband wasn't cheating on you. Now I am free to do as I want. And I want you to know that Joey will not be able to hold out for long. He will succumb to my advances, and I will fuck his brains out. That should seal the deal, I think. Anyways, gotta run. Thanks, babe. This house is absolutely gorgeous," she said and hung up.
I froze for a long moment as I tried to wrap my head around what she just said. And when something eventually clicked, regret flooded my entire body.
Morgana had just said it. Joey didn't cheat on me. He never did.
And now, I had left my husband in the mercy of that two faced devil.
Fuck.