Chapter 5: A Hideous Thing

Two Weeks Later

Jasmine woke up with a strong headache. She could barely lift her head off the bed, so she just stayed down for a while. She felt sore as well and wondered if she was falling sick.

“I hope I’m not falling sick right now? I do not want to be a burden to anyone”. Jasmine said. She stayed relaxed for a while, then proceeded to leave the bed. She felt quite dizzy.

Then she realised she was in a different place. It does not look like her home. She rushed towards the door wanting to look outside. Perhaps they changed the decor, that was what she thought.

But she opened the door to find out that the hall was different and there seemed to be too many rooms along the hallway. She rushed back inside to find a man that was not there when she woke up. He had a towel loosely wrapped below his waistline, giving off a bit of his downside.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here? I mean why am I here?” Jasmine asked all at once.

The man wore a smirk. He took a few strides towards Jasmine. She would have pulled back, but that part of her that barely steps back kept her standing firm like a pole.

He leaned into her slowly whispering into her ear, “have you forgotten me already after all we had last night?”. Jasmine felt irritated. She was patient enough not to slap him in the face.

“How dare you speak vile of me?” She said glaring at him. Then she asked him to take his filthy self meters away from her. But he did not budge. So she stepped back.

“What? Are you afraid of me? Are you going to deny the moments we shared?” The man asked her. He looked young and she could guess he was not above 35, if he had even gotten that far.

Jasmine placed her palms to support her head as if to keep it from falling off. She felt a burden she didn’t have. She sat on the floor trying to think. A tear fell off her eyes.

“Fabian!” She muttered. Then she raised her head glaring at the man whom she knows nothing about, she asked him if it was her husband that had sent him.

“Oh! I was paid a handsome amount. But I would have fucked you anyways. You are just too sexy, I had to be greedy and fuck you through the night”. The guy said. Jasmine placed her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She became hateful.

“How could you agree to such a hideous thing? What am I going to do now?” She whispered the last part as though she was having a meeting with herself.

“You know, you could be my lover after the divorce”. The man said. Jasmine, on hearing that, she stood up took off the cloak on her body. It was not needed. She asked him if her clothes was anywhere in the room. He smirked.

Without taking his eyes off her now naked body, the man walked round the bed and brought out her dress that had been neatly folded and placed on the stool beside the bed.

Jasmine took it from him and wore it. Then she walked away from the room. But then came back to ask for her purse. The man handed it over to her and also gave her a card. He winked out at her while giving her the call me signal.

Jasmine threw the card at him without reading it. The man picked it wearing a devilish smile.

“She didn’t bother to check this. I’m a masseur, she should have at least known”. He muttered and then later said it was her loss.

Meanwhile, Jasmine walked briskly out of the elevator and existed the building. It was a hotel. She could not remember herself coming here. She must have been drugged and dragged here by that guy.

She stopped a taxi that took her to the mansion. Her eyes were red, but there was no tears coming out. And she was not even angry. No, she did not know who to be angry at.

Last night, she had accompanied Fabian to a party which his company was hosting. It was to celebrate the company’s success in the global market, as they were now top 10 in the market. She was not pre-informed. But still, she had to be there for her husband despite their wavering marriage.

And the last thing Jasmine could remember was her telling Fabian she was feeling hot and a little bit tipsy so she needed to go cool off somewhere. She had gone to the roof top of the building even though she knew it was quite risky for her to be there. But to her, that was the only place no one would come disturb her. And she could be free from the crowd.

She had never expected to find herself in a hotel room with a stranger.

Jasmine clutched her fingers forming a ball. She felt terrible. She felt sick to the stomach, all she wanted to do was throw up. But she kept it in.

They got to the mansion, she had to get down at the gate since no taxi were allowed to pass through the gate. Jasmine paid her fare and walked into the mansion. Immediately she reached inside, she rushed to the room wanting to go throw up in the toilet. But she found Fabian in bed with another woman.

She was shocked but at that point, she could not say anything. Instead, she went ahead to the bathroom and emptied her stomach in the pole. Then she flushed it and washed her mouth.

Jasmine bit her lips as she wondered how she was going to act if she showed up in front of those two. She was pretty sure the woman that was with Fabian was his mistress. He seemed to be rushing things. And she seemed to be losing herself. She wanted to divorce him, but not like this.