Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 12:LONELY SOLITUDE

I can't take it anymore,? the foods are too tempting to be ignored. I'm going to eat now so I can recover my strength for tomorrow's plan. Hopefully Ace wasn't planning to poison me right?? The thought occurred to me as I swallowed a spoonful of mushroom soup. If that was his plan then I could die in peace and I couldn't be more grateful at his last act of kindness.

I finished the soup with beads of sweat forming on my temples. So far I'm still alive which could possibly mean the poison lies somewhere else. I set aside the empty bowl and replace it with the mixed vegetables and a small amount of rice. I devoured the food and filled my ravenous stomach in a short amount of time.

After I'm done eating the plates are all wiped out except for the cake I plan to eat while I soak in the milky warmth of the tub.

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I'm so full that I leaned on the cushioned seat and sighed contentedly. If I haven't met Ace I wonder if my life is as wonderful as this.

After a few minutes, I called the front desk and requested for a staff to bus out the soiled dishes. I did not wait long and soon the busboy arrived to take the dishes and he left with the trolley with him.

I turned the television on and instead of watching the show I fell asleep with the television watching me. I was awakened by the piercing sound of the telephone ringing. I lazily got up and answered the phone.? It was a hotel staff asking if I want my dinner to be delivered now.

Shocked,? the last embers of sleepiness fled my body. I glanced up into the wall clock only to realize it was already six in the evening.

I lowered the telephone after informing the staff about my plans not to eat dinner.? I'm still full from my lavish lunch and I still have some wine and cake to consume for tonight.? That was enough to keep me away from starving.

Ace was nowhere to be seen, making me wonder where he was.? He hadn't eaten breakfast and he left without eating lunch. I still hate him but I don't want him to starve to death either.

As I got up from the bed the warmth of the blanket slid down my shoulders.? When I glanced at the television It was already turned off.? A frown marred my peaceful countenance when I spotted the crumpled side of the bed,? a sign that Ace had been seating there.

Seven o'clock came but Ace never returned. My gaze landed on the steel door with a stabbing heartache looming in my heart. There was a strong urge within me wanting to cry with unrestrained tears after waiting prolonged hours only to realize Ace was not coming back.

I sat on the edge of the bed tired and burned out from doing nothing the whole day. My lack of something to do made me feel so damn worthless and it was not good against my growing anxiety. My life was like a ship that has set sail with no destination and that was enough reason to fall harder into the pit of dark depression.

Wishing in silence he would return, I cast the door with periodic glances with the decision to patiently wait a little longer in hopes my Ace will change his mind and spend the night with me instead of with Angela even if it means I should yet suffer a heart-wrenching hostility from my estranged husband.

My hair almost turned grey from waiting but he did not show up. The deafening silence that pierced my ears was making my dismal mood worse than I imagined. Venereal acts transpiring between Angela and Ace in all their naked glory tortured my already shattered heart by crushing it to powders.

I helplessly lay face down on the bed with hot tears streaming down my flushed cheeks and soaking the white bedsheet underneath. Loving Ace was my only sin and now I'm paying the price for my crimes.

My shoulders shook uncontrollably realizing the possibility of the recurring image that tormented me with jealousy. What else would they do inside the privacy of a luxury condo in weather as cold as this? I couldn't picture the two just stare at each other. Angela isn't a virginal saint nor Ace a perfect gentleman. In fact, my husband is a hot-blooded species in constant need of a playmate and Angela is a perfect doll willing to get laid.

Definitely, the two were in the process of satisfying the adulterous whims of their flesh as they explored each other's bodies. God knows if they choose to do it in the bathtub or stairs this time, they can possibly do it anywhere depending on their mood just like the audacity they both have for doing their immoral acts inside the car I gave Ace as a gift on our first year anniversary.

"Aaarghhhh!" I violently throw the pillow across the floor when I can't take the exasperation anymore.

Ace will divorce me anyway!? He can do whatever he wants to with his mistress!? He will become a free man in time.? I? am not in a position to feel resentment towards him.? If he wants to bang Angela in the depths of the swimming pool and even he choose to do it at the top of the Eiffel Tower I don't fucking care!

I marched to the bathroom and ignored the pang of jealousy stinging my heart. I had had enough of Ace. My life would be much better without him in it. He wasn't the sunshine I thought he was.? In reality,? he was the darkness that haunted my dreams with nightmares. He was the monster I married after a one-nightstand.? I have to pay the price of forcing him to commit another mistake— marrying me.