Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

No clue how much time went by before Blake finally tracked my ass down.
For over six months, he'd been hunting me like some crazy stalker. I bet he didn't know what the hell he'd say when he found me, or how he'd explain that his whole "love at first sight" bullshit was a total lie from day one.
After I bounced, he cut off all Sophia's cards and took back all her fancy shit.
Made her slink out of his mansion like the snake she was.
Word is, Sophia tried crawling back to him like a million times.
She'd grab his sleeve, still thinking her face could work its magic: "Blake, don't you still have the hots for my face?"
"For real this time, I actually fell for you. Please, just forgive me. I'll do whatever you want, be your good little girl."
"If you're over my face, I can get more surgery. Didn't you say I was your soulmate or some shit?"
But Blake wasn't having any of that sweet talk anymore. He just had security toss her out on her ass.
He wasn't hung up on his "dream girl" anymore. Sophia was dead to him. He just wanted me back—the girl who'd been there the whole time, handling all his crap.
He wanted our old times back. He was gonna tell me he'd never use me like a doormat again, never treat me like his personal assistant on speed dial.
He'd treat me how he treated Sophia—like I actually mattered.
But with me gone, nothing hit the same anymore.
Those games he was obsessed with, those bars he practically lived at—suddenly all that shit was boring as hell.
When I was around, he loved gaming with me in his lap, loved drunk-dialing me for rides and hangover soup.
But with me gone, he didn't give a shit about any of it.
He just locked himself up, either getting wasted or crying like a baby.
That's when it finally hit him that he'd been into me forever.
He loved my smile, how I took care of his needy ass, how I stuck around when any normal person would've told him to go fuck himself.
He knew I'd given up everything for him.
He remembered my face every time he was all over Sophia right in front of me.
I wanted him so bad it hurt.
But what kind of garbage did he pull on me?
He'd say the most fucked-up shit, and constantly pick another chick while I was standing right there.
He always thought Sophia was it for him. One look at her and he was like, "That's wifey right there."
But the truth? Dude was blind as shit.
Sophia was fake as hell. I was the only one who actually gave a damn about him.
Blake ended up wandering into my old room at his place.
My smell was still there, making him all emotional and shit.
He opened my drawer and found all this stuff he'd never seen.
Then he remembered the butler telling him something way back. He was too busy with Sophia to listen then, but now it clicked.
The butler said I'd dropped this stuff off last time I came alone, asking him to hold onto it.
Inside was all our history together.
I didn't want any of it anymore—him included.
He could almost see me just giving up, packing all that shit away.
He remembered every time I looked like someone died when he was all lovey with Sophia right in my face.
Blake felt like someone was squeezing his chest so tight he couldn't breathe.
What kind of fucked-up shit had he done to make me completely done with him?
Turns out I'd been over his ass for a long time, hurt so bad I wanted nothing to do with him.
And this dumbass thought I just woke up one day and decided to bounce.
Right then, one of his goons burst in, all excited—they'd found me.