One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 50: She's not my mistress!

~~~There are nights when I can help but cry and I wonder why you have to leave me. Why did it have to end so soon when you said that you would never leave me? TELL ME WHERE DID I GO WRONG? WHAT DID I DO to make you CHANGE YOUR MIND COMPLETELY when I thought this love would never end? But if this love's not us to have, I'll let it go with your goodbye~~~ -Joey Alberts-

"Mommy...?" Cali called me, but I was lost in thought at that moment.

I sighed for I don't know how many times since I woke this morning. It's Saturday today and Cali asked me to teach her with her homework, but since I was also waiting for Luke, I told her that I will help her do it in the living room. "Mommy...?" She called me again, but still, I didn't notice her calling me.

We never talked after that night, it was our last conversation so far as he always went to work at exactly 6:00 in the morning and returned home by 11:00 in the evening. "Sam?"

This time, it was Rory who came in front of me.

"Sam?"

"Huh?" I glanced at her, confused as I don't know how many times she's been calling my name.

"Your daughter is calling you but you seemed lost in your thought. Are you okay?"

"Ahm... yes, of course." I nodded and turned to my daughter. "I'm sorry, baby, what is it again?"

But instead of answering my question, she just stared at me with sadness and worry evident in her eyes. "Mommy, are you sick?"

"No, baby, mommy isn't sick. Why do you ask?" I chuckled and cupped her cheek.

"Because I noticed that you're always sad lately."

"Ahh... thank you for the worry, my princess, but mommy is fine." I smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "Let me check your homework."

She handed me the textbook and I checked if she answered the questionnaire correctly. But I was just taking a few minutes checking the book when the front door suddenly opened and the furious figure of Luke came in our sight. "Daddy!"

"My princess." His expression changed instantly when Cali ran to him excitedly.

"Daddy, why are you so early today?" She asked him while I also glanced at the wall clock and saw that it's only 2:00 in the afternoon. He used to come home late every evening, so this is really surprising. "Uhm, it's just that daddy felt a little pain in his head... a slight headache, so I got home early to rest.

his alibi. He isn't the one who will go home and left his work just because of a slight headache. I'm

thanks, daddy's gonna be okay

got sick too yesterday, but I only massaged her head

if his eyes were really devoid with emotions or he just masked it with his signature poker face. He smiled at her

room, I told her that I'm just going to give her dad a medicine for headache and Rory will help

of water before going to his study room. Deep inside, I was also dying to know why he came home early

I found him sitting in his chair, with his elbows resting on the table

put the tablet and the glass of water

don't have to do this." He said when he glanced

nor

as I watched him take the white tablet and bring the glass in his mouth. I've been living with him for more than four years and it's funny how I've already memorized which medicine would I give in all the mild illness he experiences. I've already memorized his favorite food, his favorite jacket, socks, necktie and almost everything in him in which I wonder if his new girlfriend

did you go home so

see I'm having

I know you, Luke Marcuz, you won't go home and left your work just because

what I said. "What else do you want

smile curled up against my lips. "What if I tell you that I want to know everything,

start this

we're

I don't love you?

it and I still haven't forgotten

my heart into pieces, but I had already decided that crying in front of him would do nothing to

give you back your card... 'sweetheart'. The card you gave me to cover up your immorality with

Samantha!" He warned me,

I that

"She's not my mistress!"

kind of laugh that has

I am your wife and we're married. So, tell me who she is if you don't want me to call her your mistress! Is she your number two? Your slut or

he shouted. He's clenching his jaws, his fists have been formed into a hardball and he's looking at me as if I am his prey and that