CHAPTER 92: FEELING EXCITED

The women enjoyed their time shopping. They went to the salon and got their hair and manicure done and ate a delicious dinner in the fast food restaurant afterwards.

Deborah plastered a fake smile on her face but deep inside she couldn’t wait to go home and confront her husband about why he refused to answer her calls.

His behaviour earlier was questionable and suspicious. Her instincts went into overdrive after he ignored her phone call.

After they finished shopping, Luna Adela asked, "Girls, did you enjoy our shopping?"

"Yes!" the girls replied in chorus.

"Then let’s do it again next month!" Luna Adela said cheerily.

"Can’t wait!" Deborah said excitedly.

"Alright, let’s go home now. Time to rest," Luna Adela said with a smile.

As soon as the women returned to the parking area, they hopped into their vehicle and headed home.

When Deborah arrived at the bungalow house, carrying her sleeping child in her arms, her husband hadn’t arrived home yet.

She settled baby Zed in his crib and changed into her home clothes.

She watched TV at low volume while waiting for her husband to come home.

At 8:00 in the evening, the maid informed her that her husband had just entered the house.

She turned off the TV and waited for him to enter the room. He usually kisses baby Zed’s head before going to his room to retire for the night.

A few minutes later, the door opened and he entered the room, looking at her.

"Did you enjoy shopping?" he asked, noticing her foul mood instantly.

"Not much," she replied between gritted teeth. The angry expression on her face says it all.

He placed a kiss on his son’s head and said. "Good night."

Deborah rose to her feet. "Wait! Why didn’t you activate video chat during our phone conversation earlier after I requested you to do it? Why didn’t you answer my phone calls?" she asked furiously.

Alpha Maxwell breathed deeply, then he replied, "Because I’m busy with work."

"You are lying! I have a feeling you were seeing another woman behind my back! Who is she?" she asked accusingly. It’s impossible for him to continue his love affair with Naomi because that woman is already married. Unless they were seeing each other in secret. But she has no evidence yet.

Alpha Maxwell groaned in annoyance. "I’m not seeing another woman. Stop accusing me," he replied in a low voice, careful not to awaken his sleeping son.

"Liar! My instincts are strong. I can feel that you are lying. I can see it in your eyes. You met a woman today. Who is this woman?" she asked, wanting him to confess that he had cheated on her.

"I’m working the whole day. Don’t accuse me. If nothing else I’m going to my room to sleep," he said.

She sneered. "Liar! Cheater!" She hissed into his face.

Alpha Maxwell avoided her gaze and quickly moved to the door. "Goodnight!" he said and left the room to avoid angering her further. Avoidance is his best defense against Deborah’s jealous freak nature.

He entered his room and locked the door. He was glad she didn’t come after him.

He discarded his clothes and brushed his teeth in the bathroom.

Done with his evening routine, he lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His wife’s instincts were truly commendable.

She knew he had met a woman today. But she would never know it was Naomi.

He sent a goodnight message to his sweetie pie, turned off the light and then closed his eyes to sleep.

Back in Deborah’s room. Her nostrils flaring, she can be seen pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

Maybe it’s about time to hire an investigator to spy on her husband. If her husband was cheating on her with a new woman, she wants to know the identity of the woman and punish her!

Her husband would never tell her anything, so it was up to her if she wanted to discover his secret.

It made her furious that despite her hard work and heartfelt effort of transforming herself into the woman he wanted her to be, he still refused to give her the love she truly deserved.

Nagging him will not make any difference at all.

Tired and emotionally worn out, she finally stopped pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

It’s time to sleep.

She turned off the light and climbed onto the bed ready to sleep.

However she is not sleepy yet. She lies wide awake, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by darkness, feeling empty that her husband is not beside her.

They don’t look like a couple at all.

It’s eating her up inside, making her feel like a total failure because she couldn’t bring her husband to love her.

She was on the verge of crying, but she held back herself. Crying won’t solve her problem.

Tomorrow is another day, another reason to feel hopeful.

Maybe she needs to live a little, relax and have some fun with her friends.

She hasn’t visited any nightclubs for a long time. She always loved to party with her friends when she was still single.

Maybe going back to that life might help her cope with the suffocating sadness and loneliness that is destroying her sanity, turning her into a monster.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

A few minutes later, she finally drifted into a deep slumber, dreaming that she was having so much fun at the party she and her friends had attended that night.

The dream was long, and when Deborah finally woke up in the morning she could still feel the pulsating techno music blaring from the sound system of the disco bar that she and her friends had attended.

She smiled in amusement. Going to the bar, dancing on the dancefloor in wild abandon might do her good mentally and psychologically. She could do it a few times in one month. It would be good for her mental and emotional well-being.

Why not?

Who cares?

Her husband doesn’t care about her happiness at all. If she finds an activity that would cheer her up and make her happy, why not do it? After all she was a neglected wife.

She will contact her friends for an impromptu get together at their favorite hang out tonight because she already missed their company.

She got up from bed, went to the bathroom to start her day.

When breakfast came, she and her husband gathered in the dining room to eat breakfast together.

"Good morning, husband," she greeted him cheerfully.

"Morning," he responded with his brows knit together in confusion. He was expecting a moody Deborah today because of their quarrel last night, instead he was greeted with her cheerful self. What just happened?

"Let’s eat," she replied and put ham and sliced bread on her plate.

While chewing on the bacon, he studied her face.

She noticed that he was staring at her face. "What’s wrong hubby?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"Um. I would like to ask for your permission. Tonight my friends and I will meet in our favorite hangout, at the Happy Hour Disco Bar..." she said.

"You want to join them?" he asked.

"Yep." She nodded her head, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

"No problem, just don’t stay late and remember that you have a son waiting for you. It’s not proper for a married woman to stay up late at night having fun in a disco bar with her friends," he commented casually.

She laughed. "Oh, not proper, eh? But is it okay for the husband to meet his mistress outside and hide it from his wife?"

He fell silent and met her heated gaze, she is indeed clever. Her woman’s instinct is strong and sharp.

She noticed his silence and looked him in the eyes. "Don’t worry, I don’t want to pursue that issue because I don’t have evidence that you are having a mistress and cheating on me. But I’m considering hiring an investigator to spy on your every movement because I can’t follow you everywhere. But that was still a plan. I’m still thinking about it. But I want to warn you... stop cheating on me!" she yelled angrily into his face.

"Here we are again! You accuse me without any evidence. You are destroying the peaceful atmosphere of our morning breakfast. Now eat alone!" He stood up and left the table.

Sigh. Here we are again.

Deborah bit her lower lip in extreme agitation.

They were fighting again in the early morning because she couldn’t control herself.

Dammit!

She will never change. He will never change!

Her days with her husband will always be like this, full of arguments and bickering. So annoying! So tiring.

She continued eating her meal, tears shimmering in her eyes, feeling heartbroken and wretched inside.

When the sorrow and anguish were too much for her to bear, she left the table and went to her room. She cried in silence while gazing at her son’s adorable face.

Her married life is filled with sorrow and no love from her husband. She is a useless wife!

She cried so hard wanting the world to end at that very moment.

She continues to weep bitterly, blaming herself and blaming her husband for her misery.

After one hour, she finally stopped crying. Her eyes were swollen with tears.

She picked up her phone from the side table and quickly typed a message for her friends, inviting them to hang out at their favorite party spot tonight.

A few moments later.

She was delighted when all her friends responded with a yes, they are eager to reconnect with her tonight.

She smiled brightly. Tonight she will forget her problem and have a good time with her friends.

Tonight is her night of redemption and freedom.

She felt excited.