Accidentally in love with my father’s best friend

MAYA'S POV

“Why are you still awake?”  his voice came in, while I was staring at Jack through the screen of my phone with a forced smile.

It was almost midnight and I had been waiting for his call for almost two hours.

He was supposed to call me after his meeting…. At least, that's what he told me.

“You said you would call earlier,” I finally responded.

Jack leaned back in whatever hotel room he was staying in. I could see only a portion of the room behind him because he had positioned the camera too close to his face.

“I got busy.”

“You're always busy.” I replied almost immediately and he ended up laughing softly.

“And you're always complaining.” He said.

I forced another smile. “I am not complaining Jack….”

“You are.”

“Jack.”

“What?”

“You promised we'd talk tonight.”

“I am talking to you now, aren't I.” He shot back in an irritated tune.

Usually, whenever I complained about his late calls or the times he slept outside home, he would soften his voice, he would apologize and sometimes he would even tell me he missed me….. but tonight, he sounded irritated.

I swallowed immediately.

“I just miss you.”

His expression changed slightly. “I miss you too.”

“You don't sound like it.” I said knowing he actually didn't.

“Because I'm tired, Maya.”

“Oh.” I lowered my eyes. “Sorry.”

There was total silence after and I really hated how easily I kept saying sorry even when he was meant to apologize and I end up making a little mistake.

I had apologized to Jack so many times during our marriage that sometimes I wondered if I had forgotten how to say anything else.

I looked at his face on the screen again, trying to cut of the stupid memories that were about to crawl in.

“Are you coming home soon?” I finally asked.

“Next week.”

“You said that last week too.”

“I know.”

“And the week before.” I said sounding totally disappointed knowing he hasn't been home for almost a month due to a so called meeting at Dubai.

“Maya!.”

“What?”

“Please don't start tonight.”

I pressed my lips together before I'll end up making a mistake. “I wasn't starting anything jake.”

“You were.”

“I just asked when you were coming home.” I said almost pouting.

“And I answered.” he said turning back like he'd noticed something at his back.

Then I heard something…. A sound, and it sounded more like a faint feminine laugh.

I frowned.

“Jack?”

“What?”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That.”

He looked away from the camera, and shifted his gaze toward the door, then he looked back at me. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard a woman jake.”

“There is no woman here, you're imagining things maya...”

“I am not.”

“You've been awake too long.. just get some sleep, we'll talk tomorrow.”

I sat up straighter, knowing I definitely heard something and I wasn't ready to take his up tenth cheating after he cried on his knees last time that he wouldn't cheat on me anymore…. Or maybe that was a routine because it wasn't his first time of begging that way.

“Turn the camera around.” I said with rage in my voice now.

He laughed. “What?”

“ I said turn the camera around!!.”

“Maya, seriously? You don't trust me?”

I almost laughed for real, the question hurt because of how ridiculous it sounded.

“You've cheated on me several times.”

“I apologized Maya.”

“And I forgave you.”

“I know.”

“So why are you acting surprised that I don't trust you?”

His face hardened immediately. “Because I thought we were past this.”

I was about replying him when I heard it again, but this time it was way too clear and devastating.

“Jack?” A ladies voice came from his room, making him freeze.

I felt my stomach drop instantly. “Who is that?”

“No one.”

“No one?”

“Yes.”

“Jack, turn the camera around.”

“It's just someone from the hotel.” he said in defense and the woman finally showed her face Infront of the camera, surprising even Jake.

“ Hi you're Maya right? Jake said you were his younger sister and you were very possessive of him, now I understand why he said that.” She said laughing but I was completely shattered looking at what she was wearing… a black lace lingerie set meaning….. FUCK!!!!!!!!!

“Maya…”

I ended the call instantly not wanting to hear what ever lies he wanted to feed me again.

My hand remained frozen over the screen, I didn't cry immediately like before, I just sat there, staring at the phone.

Then I whispered, “No.”

I shook my head. “No.”

I got up and walked to the bathroom, looking at my face on the mirror to see how pale I was looking.

I looked like a woman who had spent five years trying to convince herself that she was loved by a man who constantly cheated on her… this wasn't even the 30th time he was doing this and last time it happened, he begged me in tears, saying I should do whatever I want to punish him if he ever cheated on me again and now I know what exactly I'll do.

I wasn't enough for him, so there is absolutely no need to keep such a marriage.

I walked back into the bedroom, my hands shook as I opened the wardrobe and grabbed my suitcase, throwing in my cloths into it without bothering to fold them. I packed in my dresses, shoes, perfumes…. Everything. Just then I saw my documents.

Jack never wanted me to work, saying he doesn't want to marry a woman who works because he could afford all her wants and needs, all he needs is a lady who could be his WIFE.

A part of me wanted to leave everything here except my documents because they were literally bought with his money but I didn't have a card of my own and when he finds out what I want to do, he'll block his cards that I have access to leaving me completely stranded because I don't have friends… my mom and siblings depends on Jake's money. Gosh!!! I was such a fool to agree to all this thinking our marriage will be till death do us apart.

I stepped out of the bedroom with my suitcase, heading towards the entrance door.

The old caretaker, Mr. Thomas, was sitting near the downstairs hallway when he saw me dragging my suitcase.

His eyes widened instantly. “Madam?”

I kept walking not wanting to stop because I know he'll want to beg.

“Madam Maya… where are you going at this hour?”

“Home.” I said without stopping. I got outside the mansion, stopped a cab and got in with the little cash in my purse, giving it directions to my home.

I took out my phone, dialing my lawyers number who had already prepared divorce papers for the day he'll fuck up like I knew it'll happen in the next few months.

I kept wishing I wouldn't end up using it, but right now, I believe this was the first thing I've ever done right since I got married to Jake.