Only Mine

Chapter-4 Sexy Vixen

ANGELA

When I wake up the next morning, J is almost ready and leaving for work.

"Morning, love!" He bends down to kiss me.

I move my face to the other side. "Morning breath!"

He laughs, turns my face and kisses me hard. Go figure.

"Leaving already?" I ask, in a very bad morning voice as I sit up.

"Yeah sweets got to meet Sam to discuss some issues about the new Hospital Wing."

"Have a nice day and miss me." I smile.

"Always do." He grins at me from the door and leaves.

I reluctantly get up and after all my morning chores; I go downstairs to make myself some coffee. Everything is taking more time than usual because of my bandaged hand. I am just about to crash on the living room couch with the laptop and coffee when the doorbell rings.

I get up to open the door. It must be Abby, I think to myself.

I open the door to find a woman with her luggage, looking at me with an over-friendly smile. She looks pretty with nice boobs and all.

"Yes?" I enquire.

"Hi! Is Jerry...? Umm, Jared home?" She asks over enthusiastically.

"May I know who you are?" I ask raising my eyebrow in suspicion.

"Tell him Rachael is here and he'll understand. He'll probably come running down and sweep me in his arms and then kiss me till my lips are sore. We’ll probably even make love and I'll be sore in other places too." She winks at me and tries pushing her suitcase inside my house.

Whoa! She is weird and I am taken aback.

"Well, my husband is not home right now, but I can take a message." I say amused, blocking her from entering inside. I suddenly feel the need to become all territorial.

"f**k! He is married?" She does nothing to hide her shock.

I nod. Before I can ask her anything else she turns around and leaves.

Whoa! Who in hell was that?

I go inside, have a glass of water and count backward to ten to calm my nerves down. There is no need to get all worked up right? I mean she could just be a friend. But what sort of friend talks like this? Or maybe she could be a chick who had a crush on my husband in high school. Well, it doesn't seem likely.

I decide to call Sam to torture the truth out of him. Since, I'm Sam's little baby sister, he'll tell me anything I want to know, more easily than J ever will. I rush up to grab my cell phone and call him.

"Hey, Sammy"

"Hi, Angie, sup?"

"I was wondering if you know any Rachael." I blurt out right away.

"Not anyone I can think of right now. Why?"

"Are you sure? Maybe someone J knew?" I ask only to hear him gasp.

"What's with her?" He asks, pretty evident that he knows her. My heart is beating so fast that I feel I'll pass out.

"Wait! I'll be there in ten and then tell me everything!" and he hangs up.

The door bell rings. I jump to open the door. It's Abby.

"Morning, Angie. What happened to your hand? Please tell me you weren't trying to cook again!" She says, inspecting my hand. Yeah, I keep trying my hand at cooking once every few days.

"Morning, Abby! I’ll tell you later. Can you make two cups of coffee? Sam will be here any moment."

"Okay and for breakfast?"

"Anything" I reply curtly.

She nods, probably understanding my sour mood and goes into the kitchen.

The doorbell rings again. And finally, it's Sam.

"Hi! Come on in."

“What happened to your hand?” Sam asks, noticing my hand.

“Nothing, I was trying to cook last night.”

“Want me to have a look at it?”

“Nope, I am fine.” I try to smile but my mind is busy over-analyzing.

We settle on the couch in the living room. Abby brings in the coffee.

"So tell me who is she?" I ask, impatient for an answer. I know I get worked up too easily, but I've had a bad feeling for this girl ever since I have set my eyes upon her.

"No, first you tell me what happened?" Sam replies, sipping his coffee.

"Well, she showed up like fifteen minutes ago and literally dashed away when she realized. Well... When she realized that I am Mrs. Wilson." I answer, exasperated.

"Does Jared know about this?"

"Nope. He left for work like an hour ago. Now can you tell me who the hell the chick is?" I almost shout.

"Jared's ex-girlfriend" He says quietly.

I choke on my coffee and start coughing.

"For how long were they dating?” I ask once I regain composure.

"For as long as I can remember."

My eyes widen in surprise. My J with someone else and that too someone like her!

"Why did they break up?" I am barely audible, feeling nauseous already.

"Rachael left him. He was devastated. You know him. When he loves, he loves forever."

“So this is “the girl?” The girl J almost married?”

Sam nods.

We don’t talk about our past mostly, J and I. But if either one of us volunteers information we are more than happy to listen. We mostly talk about us; about the time, after we met each other. How we started dating and all the related stuff. We like revisiting and reliving all our happy memories. And I don’t know much about Jared’s past because it never bothered me. Well, obviously until now.

Argh! Unsolicited tears start falling off my face and I can't breathe. Now you might be thinking that I was behaving every bit like the drama queen that I am but I have abandonment issues. I was nine when my pet dog, Bruno died and I haven’t had a pet since. My grandparents, who were my world, passed away in a plane crash when I was eleven. Then one fine day, I caught one of my best friends sleeping with my ex-boyfriend. The boyfriend I thought I’d end up marrying. Both Mel and I cut off all ties with the both of them once we found out. And then my parents left me rather abandoned me because they didn’t approve of Jared. Yeah, so I have a major fear of people leaving me. It's called thanatophobia, I think.

"Hey, Angie, don't cry. You need to trust Jared. You know each other for two years now and have been married for almost a year. Next month is your first wedding anniversary for crying out loud. Personally, I think the girl's a b***h. She used J all through the school years for an invitation to parties, concert tickets and stuff like that. Later J was her go to person for money, s*x, and other things obviously. And J, well, he was way too smitten with her to see things through. But I know he knows better now." He tries to calm me down but in vain.

With every word of his, I am worried that J will leave me and will go running away to that b***h. My parent's voices start to ring in my ears, feeding my fears.

Not very long ago..

"Angela, Jared isn't the right guy for you. Don't do this to us. Don't do this to yourself. You'll regret it for the rest of your life; take it from your mom." My mom says, proud and haughty.

“How can you both do this to me? It's my wedding day for God’s sake!” I scream.

My mom, dad, James my brother, Sam and I are sitting in one of the church rooms, an hour before my wedding ceremony. Sam, because I requested him rather begged him to. I didn’t want to have this discussion with my parents alone. Mostly, because I had an idea that it would end the way it did.

"Angie, I love you. But being your father, I can't see my only child waste her life away like this. You are old enough to take your own decisions. But don’t expect me to walk you down that aisle.”

“Mom.. Dad, please. Don't do this to me." I sob.

“Angie, you got to choose. It's either him or us.” My mom says going stone cold.

I sob, hard.

“Angie” Sam starts.

“Sam. No. Wait.” I cut him off mid-sentence because I know what he would say. He’d say that I’d still be family and Jared will understand, and that parents are important. I look at Sam and he looks as if he would tear up too. Suddenly, I feel bad and selfish for dragging him into this mess. This isn't his s**t to deal with.

"Choose, Angie"

"Jared" I say and fall into Sam's arms, sobbing.