Loveless Affair - Part 2

Adriana was asleep soundly as she walked in through the bedroom door. She stared at that little being, tucked soundly in her bed, slowly caressing her soft dark brown locks. Like any kid, she's cute as a button.

At times, it seemed that Adriana was the only reason for her being whom she vowed to love forever. In other times, she despised her so much for the resemblance of her face that was her husband's, not hers.

Like some women, her daughter was, the only reason for her to hang on in this flimsy, brittle marraige. The marraige she loathed more each day to the point of potentially suicidal. Yet again, the gruesome thought of slashing her throat in the bathroom always trailed off when she thought of the little munchkin. Perhaps, this was the only love she could ever feel so deeply for someone. Yet each day, that sense of strength seemed to be diminishing, just thinking about those women who had been in bed with her useless husband.

She switched on the laptop placed at the corner of the room. As the screen flashed on, she lit her cancer stick, the usual habit that seemed harder to die off now. Every breath opened up her lungs so much that released so much stress, worries bottled up within. It's the very reason why it's so hard to quit smoking. Fuck new year's resolution. She's given up quitting years ago.

As her messenger signed in, she was looking for that someone. She has, been seeking solace in the virtual world with a certain someone that could have been her true husband.

"Hi, love. I missed you so much. Where have you been?"

"In bed with that useless scum. What about you? Shagged your wife till she's knocked out for the night?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Why do you sound so, bitter?"

"I was spying on my husband today. Fuck, hate that word, husband. So overrated, you know. He told me he was going on a business trip, obviously. But I found him going to the usual hotel, in the arms of another woman."

"Did you storm into their room? I would."

"Fuck no. Besides, I don't want to see him while at it with that whore. I might've killed him on the spot. I'm still too nice, the goody two shoes wife, am I not?"

"OK. Sorry to hear that dear. You alright?"

"Fuck, I don't need your sympathy damn it. But yes, I'm fine. Just fine."

"I wonder if you still have those lovely red locks that I loved so much. I wonder how you look like now."

"Changing the topic? I'm still the same, only older, more wrinkles. In short, uglier."

"Nah, I bet you're still as hot as ever."

"Even if I am, you made a pass on me for another woman, who's now your wife, damn it."

"Yeah, I know."

"Now, you're freaking lonely at nights, flirting with another man's wife. Pathetic, innit?"

Silence. More smoke, inhaled, exhaled.

"That makes two of us, friend."

"Indeed. Why do you talk to me, friend? Don't you talk to your wife?"

"Not as much as being with you."

"Do you think we're soulmates? It just seems we know each other so well, too well."

"Maybe. But not all mates end up together."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, I know."

"Let's meet up dear. Next week?"

"Fuck no. Do you think I'll cheat on him? No way, I'm better than that."

"As friends, come on."

"You know, I know, where this can lead to. Just let it be."

"Alright. But you know I love you, even from this distance."

"Shut the fuck up. The word, love. Reminds me of being his whore. He says it while it means nothing. Fucking cheap you know."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise, I know what you mean. I love you too."

Pathetically, she had always been the loyal wife. Through and through.