Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 101: Chapter 101
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"Don't drink that trash soup!" Sophia yelled.
"It's not trash." Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. "You made it. That makes it perfect."
He gulped it down like it was five-star restaurant quality, totally forgetting he'd just trashed it thirty seconds earlier.
I stood there watching his complete 180, remembering when I had a fever but still cooked him noodles during his gaming binge.
I'd taken one tiny bite before giving it to him. He dumped the whole thing in the garbage right in my face.
Back then, Blake was such a freak about germs. If I touched it, it was contaminated.
Now he was literally eating garbage.
Just because Sophia made it.
I gave a bitter laugh, not even sure who I was laughing at anymore.
As I turned to leave, I heard Blake's sugar-sweet voice: "Baby, no more cooking. You getting hurt hurts me way worse..."
I shut my eyes and practically ran out of that hospital.
For days, I just stayed home throwing stuff in suitcases.
Each piece of clothing I packed was like burying another piece of my past life.
My phone kept lighting up with our friend group blowing up.
Blake was dragging Sophia to every fancy spot in town, introducing her to everyone, basically marking his territory everywhere.
The pics kept flooding in, each one worse than the last.
Blake with his arm around Sophia like she might float away. Blake adjusting her dress like it was made of glass. Blake kissing her forehead at some party while everyone whooped...
Everyone saying Blake was completely, totally whipped.
I scrolled through everything, surprised that it didn't hurt as much anymore.
Like a cut that finally scabbed. Still throbbed, but wasn't bleeding everywhere.
Two days before takeoff, I met my girls at The Nightshade for goodbye drinks.
"Liv, you're really bouncing?" Tara grabbed my hand. "Not ever coming back?"
"Never." I knocked back my drink. "London Symphony's my dream. Music is my whole life now."
The table went dead quiet. My friends gave each other these "should we say it?" looks.
"Probably for the best," Tara finally said. "Fresh start and all that."
I smiled and lifted my glass: "To getting the hell out of here."
Four drinks in, I got up to hit the bathroom.
Walking past the next room, I heard a voice that stopped me cold.
"Blake, you're insane! You've known her for five minutes and you're PROPOSING? Didn't you always say only idiots rush into marriage?"
I froze. Through the cracked door, I saw Blake with this stupid lovesick smile I'd never seen on his face before.
"That was before I met Sophia. When Liv was chasing me, I thought she was crazy. Like, who needs someone that bad?"
My nails dug half-moons into my palm.
"Then Sophia happened." Blake went all soft and mushy. "First time I saw her, boom—I knew. When she's happy, I'm happy. When she cries, it physically hurts me. My whole mood follows hers. I can't stop looking at her..."
He pulled out this little velvet box: "Been planning this proposal since our first date. I'm terrified someone might steal her, so I need to wife her up ASAP."
The room erupted.
"Bro, being horny is normal, but this is NUTS! Give it a few months..."
"Can't wait," Blake cut in. "Never wanted to settle down before. Now I can't wait to."
"It's not trash." Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. "You made it. That makes it perfect."
He gulped it down like it was five-star restaurant quality, totally forgetting he'd just trashed it thirty seconds earlier.
I stood there watching his complete 180, remembering when I had a fever but still cooked him noodles during his gaming binge.
I'd taken one tiny bite before giving it to him. He dumped the whole thing in the garbage right in my face.
Back then, Blake was such a freak about germs. If I touched it, it was contaminated.
Now he was literally eating garbage.
Just because Sophia made it.
I gave a bitter laugh, not even sure who I was laughing at anymore.
As I turned to leave, I heard Blake's sugar-sweet voice: "Baby, no more cooking. You getting hurt hurts me way worse..."
I shut my eyes and practically ran out of that hospital.
For days, I just stayed home throwing stuff in suitcases.
Each piece of clothing I packed was like burying another piece of my past life.
My phone kept lighting up with our friend group blowing up.
Blake was dragging Sophia to every fancy spot in town, introducing her to everyone, basically marking his territory everywhere.
The pics kept flooding in, each one worse than the last.
Blake with his arm around Sophia like she might float away. Blake adjusting her dress like it was made of glass. Blake kissing her forehead at some party while everyone whooped...
Everyone saying Blake was completely, totally whipped.
I scrolled through everything, surprised that it didn't hurt as much anymore.
Like a cut that finally scabbed. Still throbbed, but wasn't bleeding everywhere.
Two days before takeoff, I met my girls at The Nightshade for goodbye drinks.
"Liv, you're really bouncing?" Tara grabbed my hand. "Not ever coming back?"
"Never." I knocked back my drink. "London Symphony's my dream. Music is my whole life now."
The table went dead quiet. My friends gave each other these "should we say it?" looks.
"Probably for the best," Tara finally said. "Fresh start and all that."
I smiled and lifted my glass: "To getting the hell out of here."
Four drinks in, I got up to hit the bathroom.
Walking past the next room, I heard a voice that stopped me cold.
"Blake, you're insane! You've known her for five minutes and you're PROPOSING? Didn't you always say only idiots rush into marriage?"
I froze. Through the cracked door, I saw Blake with this stupid lovesick smile I'd never seen on his face before.
"That was before I met Sophia. When Liv was chasing me, I thought she was crazy. Like, who needs someone that bad?"
My nails dug half-moons into my palm.
"Then Sophia happened." Blake went all soft and mushy. "First time I saw her, boom—I knew. When she's happy, I'm happy. When she cries, it physically hurts me. My whole mood follows hers. I can't stop looking at her..."
He pulled out this little velvet box: "Been planning this proposal since our first date. I'm terrified someone might steal her, so I need to wife her up ASAP."
The room erupted.
"Bro, being horny is normal, but this is NUTS! Give it a few months..."
"Can't wait," Blake cut in. "Never wanted to settle down before. Now I can't wait to."
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