Chapter 3

Valerie Will

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I didn't have time to respond to Patrick's text, but throughout my time on set, my mind kept drifting back to what he had said to me.

Apparently, he was giving me the silent treatment because I had done something. But I had no idea what I had done recently that would make him behave differently towards me.

Why didn't he just communicate with me instead of shutting me out? I looked forward to the end of the day because I wanted to go back home and talk to him in person.

That was if he would even be at the house.

He had been staying away from the house recently, just to avoid me. I was wondering what the reason was, but now I understand everything.

But I was still lost about what I had done.

"You keep forgetting your lines, you have to keep your head in the game," Jamal whispered to me after we had tried shooting a scene for the third time.

He was right. I was being distracted.

The next few hours were hectic, I tried my best to stay focused until the end of the day. By the time we were done, I let out a relieved sigh.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" Jamal asked as he walked me to my car. "Something is bothering you, and you need to let it out."

I sighed, leaning my back against the car door. "I'm having trouble in my marriage. Patrick is upset at me because I did something, but he wouldn't talk to me about it."

Jamal raised a concerned brow at me. "What did you do?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "He didn't say anything yet. I can't remember doing anything, but I'm about to find out." The thought of everything made me a little bit nervous.

Jamal let out a wistful sigh. "Everything will be okay. Just talk to him." He pulled me into a warm hug before heading back to his car.

Just as I drove out to the streets, my phone started ringing. My expression soured at the sight of her name on the screen.

Why was my sister calling me?

We weren't exactly best friends, and most of our conversations often ended in disagreements.

Jessica wasn't my biggest fan, and she made it clear to me. I had no choice but to keep her in my life because she was the only sibling I had.

Our parents had always encouraged me to be a bigger person and tolerate her even though she was very annoying most of the time.

I hesitated for a while, wondering what she wanted this time. I already had a lot going on, and I wasn't prepared for her drama.

I decided to ignore the call and reach out to her later, but she was persistent. She didn't stop calling. Letting out a deep sigh, I answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"I'm driving. I was going to call you back." I explained before she got the chance to say anything. "Why are you blowing up my phone?" I asked with a hint of curiosity in my voice.

"I just wanted to check up on you."

That was clearly a lie.

"Okay, if you say so." I didn't want to press further and ask her about her true intentions. "Thank you for checking up on me. I'm doing well."

There was a brief silence, and for a second, I thought the line had disconnected. Suddenly, Jessica cleared her throat and continued.

"Are you sure that everything is okay?"

"What?" I asked, taken aback by her question. "Why are you asking me weird questions? Isn't everything meant to be okay?"

She responded with an awkward laugh. "I'm sorry." She tendered a lame apology. "I actually called you to help me do something."

My interest was piqued. "And what is that?"

Jessica exhaled sharply. "I've been thinking about a business plan, and I wanted you to help me set up a meeting with your husband. I want him to be an investor."

"You know you could have reached out to him and asked for a meeting by yourself."

"I know, but I just want you to do it. I mean, he loves you and would agree faster if you ask him on my behalf." Jessica replied.

I held back a scoff and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Fine, I'll talk to him."

Without giving her a chance to respond, I ended the call and focused on driving back to the house. Jessica was sneaky, and I didn't trust her.

But I didn't mind talking to Patrick about her business deal. Maybe she would finally have something for herself and stop being bankrolled by our parents.

Soon enough, I arrived at the house.

Patrick's car was parked in the garage, so I figured he was already at the house. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car and made my way into the house.

"I made dinner already, should I set the table?" The maid asked as I was about to climb the stairs.

I nodded. "Sure, I'll be having dinner with my husband."

We hadn't had dinner together in almost a week. But this time around, we would eat and talk about everything, even if I had to force it.

We needed to address our problems and stop living like we were strangers. I was tired of the silence and needed an explanation.

As I got upstairs to our room, I saw Patrick sitting in front of the desk. He didn't even turn around to look at me or acknowledge my presence.

I clenched my jaw in frustration. "Patrick Banks! I'm tired of living like this. You have to tell me what is going on right now. What did I do?" I asked, breathing heavily.

He turned around to look at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. "There's no point in talking to you about it. Let's get a divorce."

Before I could say anything, he opened the drawer and brought out a brown envelope.

My eyes grew wide in shock as I realized that he already had the divorce papers prepared without my consent. How did we get to this point?

Chapter 4

  Valerie Will

  ~•~

  "You want to get a divorce?" The words didn't even sound right as they left my mouth. "Have you forgotten about the vows we made to each other?" 

  Patrick didn't hold back a scoff. "Yeah, right." 

  My mind was racing with different thoughts as I tried to process what was happening. It was the least of the things I expected to encounter when I came back home. 

  I wanted to have an honest conversation with him to see what was wrong and how we would fix our issues. But Patrick didn't want any of that. He wanted a divorce. 

  "Why do you want to divorce? You didn't even think to speak to me about it before deciding." Panic surged through me, but I tried to keep my voice calm. 

  He rolled his eyes. "Like I said earlier, there is no point in talking about it. Just sign the papers, and let's start the divorce process." 

  Patrick extended the brown envelope to me, his face void of emotions. "So you expect me to just sign it without knowing the reason why you're ending our marriage?" I stared at the envelope with disdain. 

  He nodded. "You already know what you did, so there is no use talking about it." His nonchalant tone made my blood boil. 

  What was he talking about?

  We were adults and should be able to communicate if something was wrong. 

  I wasn't going to sit back and watch my marriage crumble, 

  "Are you going through something? You know you can talk to me." I took a step closer, examining him from head to toe. "Everything has been going well between us. What changed?" 

  I was genuinely confused. 

  Even if he had made up his mind to end the marriage, the least he could do was tell me the reason. Or was he just tired and looking for a silly excuse to leave? 

  Patrick laughed. "Of course, you would want to manipulate me and make it feel like I'm the problem." He said through gritted teeth. "Things changed after I realized you betrayed me." 

  My lips parted, and I blinked. "I betrayed you?"

  "I don't even want to talk about it. Just sign the damn papers!" 

  His loud voice made me flinch. 

  What was really going on? 

  There was a brief silence. 

  I let out a deep sigh as I closed my eyes momentarily. "Is it because of her? Is she back?" I asked, bracing myself for the answer. 

  "Who?" He asked without hesitation. 

  "Madison." Her name tasted bitter on my lips. 

  Patrick laughed, a peal of cold and mocking laughter. "So you think I would leave you because of another woman? Madison, especially?" He asked with a chuckle. 

  Madison was his ex-girlfriend. 

  They almost got engaged but ended up going their separate ways. I knew how much he loved her, so I always felt insecure when it came to Maddison. 

  Patrick had assured me several times that she was his past and nothing would make them get back together. But I couldn't help but ask if the divorce was because of her. 

  I mean, there was no other possible explanation. 

  I felt embarrassed. 

  "So if it isn't because of her, why are you doing this?" 

  He responded with a scoff. "Have you been listening to me all this while? This has nothing to do with me! Everything is your fault." He exhaled heavily. "You ruined what we built over the past three years." 

  I was running out of patience, and the suspense was killing me. How exactly did I ruin everything? I had asked multiple times, but Patrick wouldn't say anything. 

  "Will you keep on beating around the bush, or will you would actually talk to me about what is going on? I'm genuinely confused." 

  Patrick threw his hands in the air. "Come on! Stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about." 

  My expression turned soft. "I honestly have no idea." 

  He paused and looked at me. "You've been lying to my face for so long." He began. "You always made it seem like I was the only man in your life." 

  My eyebrows were etched in confusion. "Of course, you're the only man in my life," I assured him, but he wasn't having it. All this time, he was talking about a betrayal. Did he mean that I cheated on him? 

  Throughout our three years of marriage, I had never cheated on my husband. It was against my principles, and I couldn't even imagine hurting Patrick like that. 

  "Spare me that!" He sucked on his teeth. "I know about everything, and you don't have to lie to me anymore." He added as he stood up from the chair. 

  I couldn't even believe something like this was happening. 

  It made no sense. It was getting frustrating. Why wouldn't he just tell me exactly what he found? Why was he being cryptic? I had nothing to hide and was ready to defend myself. 

  "Patrick." I took a step closer to him. As I tried to reach out to his hands, he pulled away. "You won't even give me the benefit of the doubt? After everything we've been through, you won't listen to me?" 

  I was hurt and disappointed at the same time. 

  Patrick was acting differently. 

  A part of me was starting to think that he was lying about everything. If he really found something about me that made him choose to file for a divorce, he wouldn't hesitate to tell me about it. 

  "I already saw all the evidence I needed." 

  "Wow," I muttered, more to myself than to him. 

  "Just sign the papers, and let's get this over with." 

  I was confused about how I betrayed him. 

  But even if Patrick didn't want to say anything yet, I knew that the truth would eventually come to light. 

  I couldn't even fathom how my life would be if we went our separate ways. The thought of losing him was scary. I was still very much in love with him. 

  "You know what?" I asked, crossing my arms against my chest defensively. "I'm not signing anything unless you tell me the reason why you're doing this." 

  "Fine." He let out a defeated sigh. "You cheated, Valerie! Why did you cheat on me?" He asked, his voice crackling slightly. 

  Did I hear him correctly? 

  Who did I cheat on him with? 

  Where did he get such information from?

Chapter 5

  Patrick Banks 

  ~•~

  Valerie seemed shocked as I told her about it. 

  "You are really a good actor." I shook my head as I saw her stunned reaction. "I mean, that's your line of work. Why am I surprised?" I added with a scoff. 

  She narrowed her eyes on me. "Can you hear yourself? Who did I cheat on you with?" 

  "Oh, please! Drop the act already." 

  My patience was wearing thin, and I was sick of her pretense. The pain of her betrayal pierced through my heart, and it felt like I was stabbed with a knife. 

  Valerie's expression turned serious. "Stop playing games with me. Who did I cheat on you with?" She didn't hide the frustration in her voice. 

  "Jamal." His name burned on my lips. 

  I made a mistake by trusting Valerie. 

  I had made my concerns about Jamal known to her. Even though she assured me that nothing was going on with them, I always had this tiny voice in the back of my mind telling me that it would eventually happen. 

  I saw Jamal as a ticking time bomb. 

  And I was right. 

  She convinced me that he was family and she had known him for a long time. But she ended up cheating on me with him. 

  The thought of her infidelity with him made my stomach churn. My mind raced with so many unanswered questions. 

  Wasn't I good enough for her? What could he offer that I didn't have? I felt so devastated and betrayed. I had been nothing but loyal to Valerie for the past three years. 

  Our marriage was perfect. 

  We were role models to a lot of people. But she ruined everything just because of her co-star? It didn't come as a surprise to me because they spent a lot of time together. 

  I even asked her to quit. I wanted to pay her twice what she made every year from her acting career. But she refused. Valerie didn't want to depend on me. 

  She practically chose her career over our marriage. 

  "Jamal?" Valerie laughed. "You want a divorce because I cheated on you with Jamal?" She looked at me like I had just said the most outrageous thing in the world. 

  "Are you seriously asking me that?" 

  "Where did you get that information from?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Oh my goodness." 

  My jaw hardened. "You're not even going to try to deny it?" I narrowed my eyes on her, letting out a deep breath. 

  "I didn't cheat on you with Jamal." Her tone turned defensive. "I didn't cheat on you with anybody!" She added, her voice firm. 

  Valerie was looking at me and lying straight to my face. If I didn't have all the evidence I needed, I could have easily believed her lies. 

  "Oh, please." 

  "Who told you about it? Where did you get the information from?" Her eyes flashed with curiosity. "I can't even believe you would accuse me of something like this." 

  "It's not an accusation, Valerie." I countered. "You were caught red-handed. Just stop lying to me and admit it." 

  Valerie responded with a disappointed scoff, shaking her head. "Show me the proof then. You can't just accuse me of doing something without having any evidence to back it up." 

  My goodness! She was such a good actor. 

  I couldn't even look at those photos and text messages anymore. I certainly didn't need to show them to her. 

  She was already aware of what she did. 

  I felt so insulted and would feel more miserable if I showed my evidence to her. I loved Valerie. God, I loved her more than anything. Maybe that was why it hurt me so damn much. 

  But I wasn't even interested in talking about it anymore.

  I had put so much effort into our marriage, and I knew it was time to walk away. Staying with her would mean that I was disrespecting myself. 

  It was a good thing that I had finally told her about it. I had been carrying this burden alone for days, and it was messing with my mental health. 

  I didn't want to believe it at first. I kept wishing it wasn't true. I wanted to be wrong. 

  But after thinking about it for a while and connecting the dots, I realized that everything was true. Who knows how long they have even been sleeping together? 

  "Just sign the papers, Valerie." I continued, trying hard to mask the pain in my voice. "You will be free to do whatever you want." 

  The worst part about everything was that she wasn't even remorseful about anything. She didn't even apologize or try to fix things. 

  She was just focused on defending herself. 

  I couldn't just stand there and watch her lie to me anymore. "I've already signed my part, I hope you do the same before I return." 

  Valerie was quiet. 

  I wondered what was going through her mind. 

  She finally got what she wanted. Now she could be with Jamal. I always watched their show even though my friends advised me not to. 

  I saw how good their chemistry was on screen. I should've known better. The image of their infidelity replayed in my head, and I closed my eyes briefly to push it away. 

  Our conversation was over, so I grabbed my keys and headed out of the house. "Aren't you staying for dinner with Valerie?" The maid asked as she saw me walking past the living room. 

  We hadn't had dinner together in a while. 

  So many things had changed in such a short period. 

  "I'm not staying for dinner." My voice was cold. 

  The maid knew better than to ask any further questions. 

  As I settled down in my car, I couldn't believe that my marriage was over. I never imagined something like this could happen. 

  I always thought Valerie was the endgame. I pictured us growing old together. But it wasn't going to happen anymore. 

  Cheating was one thing I couldn't move past. 

  Just as I was about to turn on the engine of the car, my phone buzzed with a text from Jessica. [ Have you done it yet? I'm already waiting for you at the hotel.] 

  [ Yes, I'm on my way. ] 

  I stared at my screen for a long second before tossing my phone onto the passenger seat. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel.

  I wasn't proud of what I was about to do. But I wanted Valerie to feel the heartbreak and betrayal too. I wanted her to hurt just like I did.