CHAPTER 4

Amber's Pov

“Pathetic son of a bitch!” l cursed, slamming my hand in the wheel as l drove towards the parking lot in the club.

“Hey, woman, watch where you are heading to!” A man yelled, gesturing to the road.

“You lucky, l haven't rolled over you, like Mallory did,” l muttered, pressing the brake pedal firmly.

I wasn't drunk on drinks; I was drunk on anger.

Just as was about to get down from the car, my phone buzzed up.

“Ohh, please! It shouldn't be that son of a bitch calling,” l voiced in, as l picked up the phone.

Speaking of the devil!

Just right there his name written boldly on the phone screen. ‘My safe space’ with lot of love emojis.

That was then, when l thought he was my only safe place.

“Hey, my love,” he spoke softly, as soon as l picked the call.

“Hey,” l responded coldly, as the flashback of those videos of him and Sierra, came clearer, taunting every part of my body.

“Baby, is everything alright with you?” he asked with a sincere concerned.

Wait, did l just say sincere?

Kol wasn't sincere, it was just one of his way of making me believe that he truly cares about me.

“Yeah, I'm fine my love,” l replied, feigning ignorance.

“Baby, you are not sounding well. Have you been to the clinic lately?

“My love, I said I’m fine. Besides, your call woke me up,” I cooed sweetly, rolling my eyes and forcing myself to sound sleepy.

“Ohh, sorry mama. You can have some rest, l just wanted to hear your sweet voice before going to bed.”

Of course, l just gave him a blank cheque to end the call, and go be with his mistress.

“Okay mama, l love you always and forever,” he whispered tenderly, and ended the call.

For a second, l wished all this was never true. I wish l hadn't found out or Drey could have kept his damn mouth shut.

Still lost in my thoughts, the sudden sound of another incoming call snapped me back to reality.

“What again,” l yelled out as l picked up call.

“Babes, relax, this isn't your safe place,” l heard Mallory voice out the through the line.

“Ohh, sorry, l didn’t check who the caller was. I thought it was Kol,” l responded, as l whine up the glasses.

“Speaking of which, have you seem your sister's post on her I* page?” she paused.

“Ohh, please, that's the last name l wanna hear right now,” l muttered.

“Hell no, trust me, this is the most important thing you will want to hear,” she added sarcastically.

“Do you know, that bitch of a sister has been hovering over Kol, all in the name of business partners,”

I signed, without a word.

“Seriously! Are gonna sit down there and watch your sister snatched your husband from you,” she kept ranting.

“They are in a yatch, heading to God knows where,” she added.

I know, all these while, even before Drey’s, Mallory has been against their friendship, and told me to put some boundaries to it. But, l would often say she was over reacting or she never liked Sierra.

If only l had listened to Mallory then, all these wouldn't have caught me off guard.

“Amber, are you listening to me?” she bursted out.

“What the hell do you want me to say, huh?” l choked out between sobs.

“That you were right all along? Or l was so foolish to not had noticed that my sister is having a secret affair with my husband?” l broke down, unable to control my tears anymore.

“Amb… Amber, I'm sorry,” Mallory, stuttered, as though she could see how broken l was.

“C’mon babes, you shouldn't cry over that bastard, he's lost,” she added.

“Mallory, that very bastard is the man whom l had loved with every fiber of my being. The very one l was ready to go any length for.”

“And the one who is about to be a father soon,” l sobered more.

“What? Did you just say you are pregnant?” she amused.

“That wouldn't make a difference anyway more.” l muttered sadly, as l wiped my tears.

“When did you find out about their affair?” she asked softly.

“Right after l came back from the clinic, where l went to get a male’donor sperm….”

“What? Are you kidding me?” she yelled, brushing me off.

“You know what, where the fuck are you? I'm coming to get you right away?” she snapped, the loud rattling of keys sounding loudly in the background.

“Mallory, don't bother coming.. I'm going to be fine, wherever l am.”

“Bitch, don't give me be that crap. Ain't fucking joking.”

“Please, Mallory, l will be fine. I don't want some sympathy from you,”

“Amber, I'm not..”

“Bye,” l muttered, and ended the call, cutting her off.

Sheesh!

Mallory is my crazy lesbian best friend, who obviously don't give a damn about men. She is rigidly against my marriage to Kol.

And l hated how she was right about Kol.

After some minutes of calmness, l got down from the car and went straight into the club.

The moment l stepped into the entrance, the atmosphere swallowed me a whole.

What is in the damn place is this!

The heavy bazz of the music heat me first, vibrating through the floor and straight to my chest, and at that points l completely forgot what l was trying to get rid off.

The whole place was massive fill with dimly lit room, where red and purple light swept around the crowd.

You know the saying that says, marriage is more like a bondage? That was absolutely correct!

I have never been to an actual club, without being supervised by my step sister, simply because they believed I'm naive.

Lucky me, l got married thinking it would be different, that l would have my way. But here we are, being cheated upon.

Damn!

To my right hand was a long glossy bar illuminated from beneath with rows of expensive bottles on the glass shelves behind it.

“Some expensive bottles are about to go down. Tonight is gonna be a long one,” l voice out to myself and walk straight to the bartenders.