
The Game of a Married Woman
ogwukosisochukwu · Ongoing · 51.1k Words
Introduction
Yet even while indulging in forbidden pleasure, Marceline swore never to grant her husband what he wanted. Divorce. Philip would never be free. Anastasia would never have the happiness of standing by his side.
If they wanted to play with her heart, she would play with their lives. In this game of marriage, passion, and betrayal—only Marceline decides who wins
Chapter 1
Marceline POV
“Excuse me. I touched that first,” a woman, probably in her late fifties, said as she grabbed the other end of the cotton.
My fingers tightened around it. Was she serious? She touched it first? No way. I had clearly picked it up before her hand even came close.
Why would she lie about something so obvious? My eyes darted to the shelf. This was the last one in this color. The rest were different shades I didn’t want.
I had been driving from mall to mall, searching for this exact cotton, this exact shade. I needed it to knit a sweater for my little boy, Roman. And after all that searching, I finally found it only for this woman to show up with her drama.
Still, I held back my anger. I had come too far to give up now.
I cleared my throat and forced a polite smile.
“I’m really sorry, but could you pick another one? I really, really need this...”
She cut me off before I could even finish.
“You think I don’t need it too?”
My God. The attitude. I swallowed down my frustration, ignored her sharp tone, and tried once more. After staring at me for a moment, she finally sighed and let go of the cotton.
“Thank you so much,” I said quickly, relief flooding me.
As soon as she walked away, I let out the breath I had been holding. I couldn’t believe I had just played nice. But what choice did I have? She was older. If I had pushed back, people around would have sided with her automatically without caring who grabbed it first.
I went straight to the counter, paid for the cotton, and hurried out of the mall.
I was about to drive home when it struck me....my friend Anastasia lived nearby. And today was Wednesday. She always said she didn’t work on Wednesdays. It was the day she spent with her husband and son, so we rarely met then.
I took out my phone from my bag and dialed her number. It went straight to voicemail. I sighed and shook my head in frustration. Well, it won’t hurt to drop by unannounced, would it?
After thinking for a moment, I turned my car toward the road that led to her house.
I reached the estate in no time and drove slowly, careful not to miss her villa. I had been here so many times, yet I still got confused...the villas all looked the same. That was why I always called her before coming over, so she would stand outside to wave at me.
“I think I’ve passed it… or maybe not,” I muttered in frustration. How do people living here even recognize their own houses? I wondered. “Maybe I should just head home.”
But as if luck finally smiled at me, I spotted a flower vase on a villa right in front of me. My heart eased. That was Anastasia’s villa. Finally.
I parked outside, stepped out of my car but paused. A car was already there, parked inside her villa. My breath caught. I knew that car. Not just familiar. It was Philip’s. My husband’s car.
My heart skipped a beat. Why is Philip here? He should be at the company. Did something happen? Worry swept through me. Anastasia worked as a director in his company, maybe something urgent had brought him here.
Panic shot through me, and without knocking, I rushed inside the villa, too anxious to think straight.
The living room was empty. No Philip. No Anastasia. Not even her husband. My frown deepened. Why was there no one here?
I was about to call out Anastasia’s name when my eyes caught something on the table. A wristwatch. I stepped closer, and my stomach turned. It was Philip’s.
If his watch was here, it meant he was truly here. But where was he? Where were they?
Then I heard it a faint sound drifting from upstairs.
My body froze. My ears strained. Moans. Groans. The sound of pleasure I knew too well.
My stomach clenched tight. My heart hammered against my ribs. My legs, heavy as stone, carried me up the stairs one step at a time. I prayed it wasn’t what I was thinking. I prayed I was wrong.
But the devil wasn’t kind. My prayer wasn’t answered.
As I reached the door, the voices grew louder, clearer. My husband’s voice. My friend’s voice. Their sounds tangled together in raw pleasure as he pounded into her. Anastasia moaning, shameless, too loud.
My legs trembled violently. My breath hitched, shallow and uneven. My vision blurred with tears. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop the cry ripping its way out of me. My whole body shook. Nausea burned in my stomach. My chest squeezed painfully.
I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t move. The betrayal crashed over me like a wave, drowning me alive.
When their moans finally stopped, I thought I might collapse right there. My trembling hand reached for the door handle, but then their voices stabbed through the silence.
“Philip, how long should we continue like this, playing hide and seek?” Anastasia’s voice was soft but laced with sadness. “Don’t you want us to be together, without hiding?”
Silence.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she pressed, sharper now. “You claim to love me, yet you do nothing for us.”
“Don’t be angry,” Philip answered quietly. “It’s not that I don’t want it, but it’s not that simple.”
“How is it not simple? You don’t love her. Why stay with her when the one you love is me?”
“Be patient,” he said.
"Patient?" Anastasia scoffed. "Isn’t that what you’ve been telling me? Empty promises?"
"Ana…" Philip’s tone was weary, almost pleading.
"Do you love her?" she snapped. "Tell me the truth, Philip. Do you?"
"You know I don’t love her. I never loved her the way I love you," he admitted.
His words shattered me completely. How could he erase everything we had, just like that because of her?
"I hate this, Philip. I hate that I’m forced to share you with her," Anastasia’s voice trembled, raw with pain. "I hate that I sit in her living room, smiling like a fool, pretending it doesn’t hurt me to see you sitting beside her, acting like her husband."
Hot tears burned down my cheeks. So all her smiles, her laughter around me… all of it was a lie? God, I had been so blind.
"You won’t have to pretend for much longer," Philip said firmly. "I’m getting things in place. Just give me time."
"I can’t wait my love," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because Marcelina doesn’t even deserve you. She never did. She’s nothing but a chain around your neck, holding you back from the life you should have."
My chest tightened painfully. How could she say that? She had a husband of her own.. how could she speak that way about another man’s wife, worse still, her friend?
Just then, Anastasia said something that froze my blood.
“I have already filed for divorce from my husband. Divorce her too, so we can be together.”
My hand shook against the door handle. I pressed my eye to the crack, and what I saw told me the truth. She wasn’t just talking. Her eyes were hard, serious.
I stumbled back, my body trembling violently. The words echoed in my ears, sharp as knives. My heart split open inside my chest, the pain unbearable.
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