FORTY FIVE (I named the chapters wrong before)

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• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SEVENTY FOUR

  - LORELEI - I don’t know why but I feel worse than I did when I arrived here. It seems like my whole senses are faltering and my head is spinning. My hand has rummaged over my body, my head and neck being the most touched parts, numerous times for me to know I’m running a temperature. My breath is also hot and my breathing is slowed. These things happening to me is outside the chaos going on in my stomach. It feels like my intestines are eating each other since they’ve got nothing to occupy them with. I’m a pharmacist and well versed with health to know that I need to see a doctor. And fast. I let my body fall forward feebly, trying to lean on the desk before me. Where is that waitress with my meal? I don’t know what medication she gave to me but I think I should’ve requested she bring a perfectly sealed pack of the medicine instead so I could read the prescribed dosage and know what I’m taking is safe. But it’s too late now. I’ve already swallowed what I do not know into m

• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SEVENTY THREE

  - ACE - My eyes are everywhere they’re supposed to be, stalking Catherine like a hawk while monitoring the welfare of everything going on around me as I keep in touch with Marco. He’s not here yet. All I know is that he’s met with Alejandro but nothing more and that has been over an hour ago. I’m starting to get worried. I’m beginning to wonder if he is okay or if the tables turned against me and Catherine has orchestrated another pretend accident. I look at the time on my watch. Time is seemingly progressing slowly at this hour. I guess I’ll have to wait to find out. “What is wrong with you?” Someone barks at me from behind me, pulling me back by the shoulder. There is only one person who has the audacity to touch me in public spaces so I don’t have to guess who it is. “What did I do wrong this time?” I say sarcastically, bringing the champagne flute half full of champagne to my mouth, taking a sip. There’s a grin on my face. I’m just messing around with her, Isabel. “H

• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SEVENTY TWO

  - LORELEI - I have a terrible headache. My head is my worst enemy, pounding violently like a hammer hitting a stubborn nail. Every second I breathe, I feel myself get sicker and sicker and I’m beginning to worry that it may not just be because I’m hungry. I think I’m sick but I won’t be shocked why. I walk around this party aimlessly, looking for a spot to crash that is far away from my husband. Who on earth brings you into a gathering with people you’ve never met yet expects you to smile at them while carrying the responsibility you never thought you had then proceed to leave you all by yourself just because he’s married to you? I swallow. I feel so faint that it’s difficult to see. Everything is dizzy. My head is spinning and my stomach is pinching. Right now, I just want one thing, two actually, to eat then get the hell out of here in one piece but I doubt I’ll be able to. “Hey,” I call, my breathing slow. The person I stopped is putting on a waitering outfit so I assu

• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SEVENTY ONE

  - ACE - We’re here. My senses are on alert as I step out of my car with Lorelei by my side. Every single thing happening in my environment does not go unseen to me, as far as my eyes can see. Marco and I parted ways when I left home to retrieve the documents I need. Tonight has to be the night I find answers and send a warning to my suspect. Knowing Catherine, if she indeed is the person who masterminded the accident, she already has another one planned and in wait for the right time to be fulfilled. That woman is the worst kind of venomous snake anyone could ever encounter so I have to get her first before she gets to me. These documents will give me a good leverage over her to keep her at bay, even if it is just for a little while. Hopefully, the documents have enough dirty secrets that will leave my enemy unable to make a move. I stretch my hand to the side, towards my wife as we get to the entrance of the building of our destination. My eyes are on her, waiting for her to ta

• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SEVENTY

  - ACE - When she walked down that stairs, I felt something in my heart flutter. I don’t know what it was, but it made my breath hitch for a second and the world around me stopped. I could not take my eyes off her. Covered with the strapless, white, body hug dress with stones I gave her is Lorelei looking, as much as I’d love to deny, beautiful. I can tell she has little to no make up on yet the room captures her essence and manages to leave me speechless. Lorelei looks my way for a brief second before averting her gaze away like she didn’t see me. I notice the sickened look of disgust on her face even in that second. And for some reason, that stirred something in me. Something negative. Then it reminded me of who she was and why the heck she lives in my house in the first place. It reminded me of why I detest her and how much I want to get my revenge. I am suddenly enraged. My jaw clenches. I stand here, stiff, for a while before taking the initiative to go and look for her

• MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH    SIXTY NINE

  - LORELEI - I walk down the stairs, my hands glued to the railing as it’s the only way I can support my body up. The growl on my stomach is a constant reminder that I should eat something. I feel like I’m about to pass out. My head is spinning with a split head ache that seems like it’s about to be the end of me and my arms hurt like a bitch, adding to my misery. I feel like a working corpse. I pull my hand to my stomach. At this point, it is biting me. If I see no maid around, I will go to the kitchen myself to make something to eat. I may not know most of the ingredients there but I don’t need to. A few peanut butter and jam toasts will be fine. At least, it will last me well enough to go through this event, no matter how long. I let out a sigh the moment I get to the last step of the stairs. It takes all the strength in me to hold myself from collapsing on the ground. I take my hand from my stomach and rest it on my forehead. I’m burning up. I actually feel sick. “Is a